All Chapters of Forbidden: Falling For My Stepbrother: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Violet's pov "How have you been?" Mira asked after taking a sip of her hot chocolate. The two little ones had finally slept off, it was already past three in the morning. "Uhm... Your hot chocolate always tastes best" she complimented before I could reply to her earlier question. "Fine. Lucian... Where is he? And Alexis, what happened?" "That bitch, Allen, is dealing with her. I don't know. As for Lucian, well, he is in the hospital " Mira shrugged. She was trying to hide the fact that she was worried about Lucian. "Hospital? What happened?" "He got hurt, Alexis hit his shoulder with a wine bottle and he... Well, he got a relapse and wouldn't meet anyone" "Relapse?" "You know he was at once together with Alexis, she left him with a rather serious trauma, and it took him time to recover. She must have triggered it before we got to him" "How is he now? Can I meet him? He saved Arlan after all. " "You can't. It's 3am in the morning. Besides, Arlan is his son too, i

Violet's POV The dark look on his face, how long has it been since I last saw it? Fuck! Am I getting turned on by just his eyes on me? I am such a fucking sex-starved fool! "Friend? Why do I feel like you are closer than a friend? Were you trying to replace me?" "Shut up and let me brush." I bent down and escaped his trap. Lucian gave up and left me alone. My lunch was already brought into the room by the time I was done bathing. I also found a long floral dress on the bed with a pair of white lacy underwear, definitely Mira's handwork. I quickly dressed up and sat down to devour my meal because I was famished. I haven't had real food in the past few days, now I can rest assured and eat my fill. Although I still get paranoid in the absence of Arlan, knowing that Lucian and Mira were around, I felt a bit of peace within. Arlan's speech had taken a great leap after spending a few hours with Mara. He would never speak with his mates in the nursery, but he seemed to en

Lucian’s pov "Mama! Mama! " I woke up to see Arlan trying to shake Violet awake. "I couldn't stop him". Armando was by the door. "It's fine." I slipped out of bed and picked him up. "Mama is asleep, she's very tired." I said awkwardly, not knowing how to talk to the little redhead who looked exactly like the younger me. "Huh? Mama is tired? Arlan will let Mama rest" he agreed pretty easily, much to my surprise. Mara always gave me a hard time, so I expected that it would take some time coaxing him to let his mother sleep some more. I walked out of the room with the little redhead in my arms. He stayed quietly in my arms, but was staring at me curiously. "Uncle Luci! Arlan!" Mara called excitedly as I walked down the stairs. "Uncle? "Arlan repeated. "No, Mum said Uncle Lucian is Arlan's Daddy", Mara corrected. "Ha? Arlan got a Daddy?" "Yes." I replied rather quickly, anxious to hear his thoughts. "Got a Daddy! Let's tell Mama" he laughed out excitedly. "Not

Violet's pov "Arlan, how about a haircut later? Just an inch or so?" "No! " As usual, he shot out of his seat as if I was already holding scissors. "But why?" "I want to give my hair to Laura" "Laura?" "Mn. Laura is sick and has no hair. " "Ha? But who is this Laura?" "The Children's home" "Aww, that's so sweet." I pulled him into a warm hug, my heart melting in happiness. The children's home was a foundation Archer founded right after we came back to Yakas to help homeless abandoned children. He always visited the place with Arlan. "Mama will help you take get it, okay?" "Mn." "But we still need to trim the dead ends" "Mama!" "Just take out the damaged part, you can't give that to Laura." He finally agreed to a trim after much pleading. I realized that Lucian hadn't come down, and it was about ten minutes. He told me he had a meeting by 9am, and it was already a few minutes at the time. "Lu..." I called, walking towards our room. "I can't fin

Alfred and Reilly: a scene with Alfred from Chapter 52. Alfred weaved through the traffic trying to get back to the Spa as fast as he could. He had ignored his assistant's message about the difficult customer earlier because he thought it would be solved by him. He didn't expect the situation to have escalated so quickly that his father had to call him. Alfred mentally prepared himself to face another rich spoilt brat for the night as he swerved into the parking lot. Practically racing all the way to the escalator to get to the top floor of the building, he barely replied to greetings from his workers. "Your hands are too soft, not good" he heard a rather familiar voice say, sounding irritated. "This would peel off my skin! Get away from me, rough guy" "This... Isn't just it! I thought this was the best in the city. Why am I not getting what I paid for?" "Sir, these are the best masseurs we have, they are all seven-star rated..." Alfred heard his assistant manager expl