All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

She walked into the massive closet, pulled on a pair of dark jeans, and dragged a heavy grey sweater over her head. She bypassed her purse entirely. She walked back into the kitchen, opened the small utility drawer in the island, and took out a folded hundred dollar bill Damian kept there for delivery tips. She shoved the cash into her pocket, slipped her bare feet into a pair of black boots without bothering with socks, and walked out the front door.She rode the elevator down in absolute silence, staring blankly at the brass doors. When she stepped out into the lobby, she kept her head down, avoiding the doormans gaze, and pushed through the heavy glass doors into the cold city air.The wind hit her face, sharp and biting. She walked three blocks south, completely blending into the morning foot traffic, until she saw the glowing sign of a generic pharmacy.She walked inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, harsh and bright. Aria moved straight to

It was aggressive. She parted his lips, her tongue sliding against his, tasting the faint salt of the food they had just eaten. Damian reacted instantly. His hands clamped down on her hips with bruising force. He pulled her flush against his groin, letting her feel exactly how hard he already was for her.He broke the kiss just enough to catch his breath. "Aria."She kissed his jaw, biting lightly at the skin just below his ear. She felt his entire body lock up underneath her.Damian did not hesitate another second. He stood up from the stool, lifting her with him in one smooth, powerful motion. Aria wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back. Her arms locked around his neck. He carried her out of the kitchen, his long strides eating up the distance down the hallway.He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and carried her straight to the bed. He let her fall backward onto the mattress, following her down i

He looked up when he heard her footsteps. His dark eyes swept over the white silk clinging to her curves before meeting her gaze."I have to go to the office," he said, his tone shifting into that calm, commanding rhythm. "But clear your evening. We have an event tonight."Aria stopped at the edge of the bed. "An event?""A formal party. It is mandatory." He reached for his silver watch on the dresser, sliding it onto his left wrist and snapping the clasp shut. "I will have a dress sent here for you this afternoon. Be ready by seven tonight. I will come back to pick you up.""Okay," she said, nodding simply.Damian walked over to her. He wrapped one large hand around the back of her neck, pulling her forward, and kissed her hard on the mouth. He stepped back, picking up his suit jacket from the armchair."Seven," he repeated, holding her eyes for a final second before turning toward the door."Have a good day," she calle

The room was suffocatingly dark. Heavy, floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains completely blocked out the glittering New York skyline, sealing the office in absolute blackness. The only source of light was the weak, sickly yellow glow of a single brass lamp sitting on the far edge of a massive mahogany desk. The air in the room felt thick, smelling strongly of expensive scotch, aged leather, and a cold, calculated danger that settled heavily over the skin.Cassandra sat in a high-backed leather wingchair near the corner, keeping herself perfectly, elegantly still. She looked nothing like the fragile, broken woman who had wept so convincingly in a cheap hotel bed just days ago. Her posture was flawless. She sat with one leg crossed smoothly over the other, her hair perfectly styled, her sharp makeup completely intact. She held a crystal glass of dark red wine in her manicured fingers, taking a slow, unbothered sip as she watched the center of the room.A younger man in a dark suit stood rigi

Aria completely forgot how to breathe.She stood frozen on the thick carpet of white rose petals, the cool evening wind sweeping gently across the exposed skin of her back. The thousands of golden fairy lights woven into the branches above them blurred into a glowing, brilliant halo as the tears instantly filled her eyes.Damian Cross was kneeling on the ground in front of her.This was the man who had been raised to view emotion as a fatal weakness. The man who never bowed, never submitted, and never yielded to anyone. The ruthless, calculating predator who controlled every room he ever walked into was currently resting on one knee on the rooftop of a luxury hotel, looking entirely up to her.He reached into the inner pocket of his sharp black suit jacket and pulled out a small, square velvet box.Aria brought both of her trembling hands up to cover her mouth. A thick, strangled sob climbed up her throat, completely shattering the quiet silence of the rooftop garden.Damian did not o