All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Aria sat in the center of the massive plush sofa in the penthouse, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the bright New York skyline. The deep, paralyzing fear that had gripped her a week ago was finally beginning to fade, replaced by a quiet, steady peace.Her mind drifted back to the morning after the Rose rescue.She had woken up in the hospital bed, exhausted. Dr. Nee had come in shortly after, delivering a strict, uncompromising lecture. The severe spike in Aria’s blood pressure had been a massive warning sign. The doctor made it clear that Aria could not take on any more stress, or she would be putting both herself and the baby at serious risk.Since that exact moment, Damian had turned into a complete nightmare.He was worse than a shadow. He was everywhere. For the past seven days, he had practically refused to let her set foot on the ground. If she needed water, he fetched it. If she needed a blanket, it was in her lap before she even asked. It was sweet at first, but n

Aria paused, the cup hovering near her mouth. "What do you mean?""You look stressed," Rose pointed out, adjusting her legs carefully on the sofa. "The Ghost is gone. You are safe. But you look like you're about to pull your own hair out."Aria let out a long, heavy breath. She set her cup down on the coffee table, burying her face in her hands again. "It's Damian.""Did he do something?" Rose asked, instantly concerned."No," Aria groaned, looking up. "He's just... walking around. Half naked. All the time. And the pregnancy hormones are making me crazy, Rose. I don't know what to do."Rose stared at her for a second. Then, a bright smile broke across her face. She started laughing so hard she had to hold her injured ribs."Don't laugh at me!" Aria hissed, her face burning red."You cow," Rose giggled, reaching out to swat Aria’s arm playfully. "Why are you sitting here suffering? That man is so deeply in love with you he practically breathes for you. Just tell him!""I can't just tel

For a fraction of a second, Damian went rigid, shocked by the sudden contact. Then, a low, rough groan vibrated deep in his chest.He didn't pull away. He took over.His large hands slid up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers tangling into her hair as he kissed her back with a crushing, desperate intensity. It wasn't just a kiss. It was months of starvation, guilt, and a heavy, aching yearning finally breaking loose. He kissed her like she was the last breath of oxygen keeping him alive. Aria parted her lips, letting out a soft sigh, and his arms wrapped securely around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.They stayed like that for a long time, the quiet bedroom filled only with the sound of their heavy breathing and the desperate slide of their lips.When they finally broke apart, Damian didn't let her go. He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.Aria look

Aria paced slowly across the length of the living room.She was well into her seventh month of pregnancy now. Her stomach was heavy and round, pulling at her lower back, but the baby was healthy. She had gained more weight, her body softening in ways she wasn't used to. Sometimes, late at night, the sudden rush of hormones made her cry over how much her body had changed, but Damian always shut her insecurities down with slow, reverent kisses, showing her exactly how much he loved every part of her.Everything in their lives was finally settling down. Next week, they were moving out of the penthouse. Damian had bought a sprawling villa on the outskirts of the city.Aria had cried the day he first drove her out to see it. The massive house was empty because Damian insisted she choose every piece of furniture and decorate it herself, so it would truly feel like hers. As they had stood in the huge, sunlit living room overlooking the gardens, he had wrapped his

Damian stared at the dark amber liquid in his glass. He had only been out of the new villa for two hours, and he already wanted to go back. He tapped his thumb against the edge of the table, glancing at the screen of his phone for the fourth time in ten minutes. "If you check your phone one more time, I am going to shoot it." Damian looked up. Sebastian sat across from him in the dimly lit, exclusive VIP lounge. The Spanish boss sat perfectly at ease, leaning back into the leather booth with an air of untouchable grace. He swirled the ice in his glass, his sharp amber eyes watching Damian with a look of mild disbelief. "She pushed me out of the house," Damian said, picking up his glass. "She told me I was hovering too much. She said I needed to see the sunlight and talk to someone other than her and the nurses." Sebastian let out a dry scoff. "So the ruthless Chairman of Cross Industries takes orders from a tiny woman who barely reaches his chest." "Yes," Damian answered ea