Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

"I know you are angry with me," Damian said softly, his voice thick with heavy guilt. "You have every right to be. But you need to eat, Aria. If you don't want my food... if you don't want me cooking for you, just tell me. I will have the maid do it. But please, just eat."Aria looked at his pale, tired face. She looked down at the warm food. Her stomach growled again.Without saying a single word, Aria walked forward. She grabbed the bowl of pasta and the bowl of fruit. She didn't say thank you. She didn't even look at him again. She just turned around and walked straight back down the hallway.Damian let out a long, quiet breath, watching her go. He just looked entirely relieved that she had finally taken the food.Aria reached her room and pushed the door shut. She sat back down on the bed, balancing the bowls on her lap, and took a bite of the pasta. It was warm and perfectly cooked.She had just finished eating when a sharp knock on the front door of the penthouse echoed through

The next morning, the penthouse was quiet.Aria stood in front of the hallway mirror, adjusting the oversized sweater she had thrown on. It had been exactly a month since her last doctor’s appointment. Damian had booked the appointment with the best private gynecologist in the city, ensuring the clinic was heavily secured.She turned around to head toward the front door and stopped.Damian was standing in the living room. He was wearing a dark suit, his expression completely unreadable as he watched her walk out."The cars are ready downstairs," Damian said, his deep voice breaking the silence. "I am coming with you."Aria crossed her arms over her chest. "No, you aren't.""Aria," Damian said, stepping forward."I said no," Aria stated flatly. She didn't want to play this game today. "I will go with the security men. You are not coming."Damian froze for a second. His jaw tightened. "I need to go with you. I am the father too."The anger snapped inside Aria instantly. The exhaustion f

Aria and Damian sat across from each other in the quiet study.The heavy silence stretched out between them. Neither of them rushed to speak. Aria kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, staring at the polished wood of the desk. Damian sat in his chair, completely still, just watching her and waiting.Finally, Aria took a slow, deep breath and looked up."Who wants to harm me?" she asked, her voice quiet but steady. "Who wants to hurt my child?"Damian let out a low, heavy breath. He looked at her pale face, knowing he could not hide anything from her anymore.He stood up from his chair. He walked around the large desk, but he did not pull up the other chair. Instead, he slowly lowered himself, getting down on his knees right in front of her on the hardwood floor.Aria froze. Her breath caught slightly, but she didn't move away.Damian reached out and gently took one of her cold hands in his. Aria looked down at his large hand covering hers. She let him hold it."We don't have a nam

Damian looked up at her, his eyes bloodshot. "Cassandra told me she didn't want to hurt you. But she had absolutely no choice." Aria broke down completely. She bent forward, covering her face, crying with an agonizing, raw grief. She was pregnant. She knew the terrifying, desperate instinct to protect a child. The realization of what Cassandra had been forced to do—destroying her own sister just to keep a gun away from her little girl's head—was horrific. Aria dropped her hands, wiping her wet cheeks frantically. She looked down at him in a total panic. "Is she... is Cassandra okay? Is her baby safe?" "Yes," Damian promised immediately. "They are safe. When Sebastian came back, he figured out Marcus was the traitor. Sebastian pulled Cassandra and the baby out. They are hidden in a highly guarded safe house right now." Aria took a massive, shaking breath. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the chair, weeping quietly. "Thank God." She opened her eyes and looked b

Aria opened her eyes slowly.The bedroom was quiet and warm. She lay on her back for a moment, staring at the high ceiling of the penthouse. She placed her hand over her stomach. She was exactly five months pregnant today. The firm curve of her bump was very noticeable now, heavy and solid under her palm. She felt a tiny, sudden flutter against her fingers.Aria smiled. She rubbed her stomach gently, taking a deep breath.A sweet, rich smell drifted under the bedroom door. It smelled like melted butter and brown sugar.Aria’s stomach growled immediately. She remembered last night. Her pregnancy hormones had been completely out of control lately. She had started crying on the living room sofa at ten o'clock at night because she suddenly craved French toast, but she had just eaten a massive dinner and was physically too full to eat anything else.Damian had not laughed at her. He had not looked annoyed. He had just sat next to her, rubbed her back until she stopped crying, and promised