All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Aria stood in front of the closet for ten minutes that morning, staring at her clothes.She didn't know what to wear.It felt stupid. Ridiculous. But she couldn't decide.Going outside. For the first time in three months.Her hands shook slightly as she pulled out jeans. A plain sweater. Nothing that drew attention.She dressed slowly. Brushed her hair. Looked at herself in the mirror.Pale. Thin. Dark circles under her eyes despite sleeping more these past few days.But alive.She took her medicine with water. Ate the breakfast the staff had left—toast, eggs, fruit. Forced herself to finish everything even though her stomach felt tight.Then she waited.Eleven thirty. The driver would be downstairs at noon.She paced the living room. Checked her reflection again. Sat on the sofa. Stood up.Her heart wouldn't stop racing.It's just outside. Just one hour. You've been outside before.But it didn't feel like before.Before, outside was normal. Expected. Nothing.Now it felt like air aft

One week.Seven nights sleeping in his bed.In his arms.Aria lay there in the darkness, his body warm against her back, his arm heavy around her waist.Like this was normal. Like they were normal.But they weren't.She stared at the wall, unable to sleep even though exhaustion pressed down on her.This happened every night now.He'd come home from work. They'd eat dinner. Make small talk that felt almost real.Then he'd stand. She'd follow him to his bedroom.He'd undress. Climb into bed. Pull her against him.Hold her there until morning.He didn't touch her sexually. Didn't demand anything from her body.Just... held her.Like she was something precious instead of something owned.And she hated it.Not the gentleness itself.She hated that it was happening now.Now. After everything.After he'd stripped away her choices. Made her sign a contract that turned her into property. Used her body without seeing her as human.After months of cruelty and control and breaking her down piece

Aria opened her eyes to an empty bed.He'd left yesterday morning, and the space beside her was cold now. She stared at the ceiling, watching grey morning light filter through the curtains.Today. This was it.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it and saw his name on the screen."Hello?""Did you eat yet?" His voice sounded distant, muffled by background noise. Voices. He was probably between meetings."Not yet. I just woke up.""There's breakfast on the table. Eat all of it. Don't skip the eggs.""I won't.""And your medicines. Take all of them.""Okay."She heard him pause, the sound of his breathing on the other end."How are you feeling?" he asked.The question caught her off guard. "Fine.""You sound tired.""I didn't sleep well."Another pause stretched between them. She could picture him standing somewhere with his phone pressed to his ear, that expression he got when he was thinking."I'll be back Thursday evening," he said quietly. "We'll have dinner together

The conference room in Singapore was all glass and steel, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline at dusk. Damian stood at the head of the long table, twelve board members seated and watching him present quarterly projections. Numbers scrolled across the screen behind him. His voice was steady, controlled, walking them through revenue increases and market expansion in Southeast Asia.Sara sat three seats down on his right, his executive assistant for the past eight years. She took notes on her tablet, occasionally glancing up when he referenced specific data points."Cross Industries saw a twenty-two percent increase in the Singapore market alone," Damian said, clicking to the next slide. "Our partnerships with local distributors have exceeded expectations, and we're projecting—"The door burst open.Everyone turned.A young man stood in the doorway, one of Sara's junior assistants. His face was flushed, breathing hard like he'd been running. His eyes found Sara immediat

The elevator doors opened onto the penthouse.Damian stepped out. He did not slow down, did not look at the empty living room or the kitchen or the silence sitting over all of it. He pulled his tie loose as he moved and went straight to the study, poured two fingers of whiskey at the cabinet near the window, and sat down at the desk without drinking it yet.The laptop screen was already alive. Files still uploading from his team, the progress bar crawling in the corner. He had sent the request from the jet hours ago. He planted his elbows on the desk and watched the screen load.The flight manifests came through first.He opened JFK departures. Scrolled until he found the London flight his team had flagged. Went through the passenger list once, then again.She had not boarded.He opened the security footage.He moved through the timestamps until he found the right window and pressed play. The terminal filled the screen, hundreds of people, grey and busy. He watched until he found her.