All Chapters of Taboo: Ties and Sins : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The silence between them had lasted three days.Three long days since the dark hallway of the party. Since the moment she surrendered to him without hesitation, and since he left her there, without words, without promises.Hanz had vanished.No messages. No calls. Not even a reaction to the provocative pictures Anny posted on her stories with the sole purpose of riling him up.But that night, around 10 p.m., she couldn't take it anymore.She went up to his apartment, her heart pulsing in her throat, her knees weak under the tight black dress. Her hands trembled as she touched the doorbell.The door opened slowly.And there he was.Hanz.Dress shirt open to the middle of his chest, revealing broad muscles and tanned skin. Dark trousers hugged his strong thighs. One hand held a glass of whiskey, the other rested casually on the doorframe.His blue eyes pinned her like a blade."I thought you weren't coming." His voice was low, slow. Full of something dangerous."You disappeared," she re

The exposure was inevitable.Anny knew something was different the moment she walked into the training court that morning. The air was heavy, charged with unspoken tension. The players, normally loud and relaxed, now spoke in whispers, exchanging quick, uncomfortable glances. Some fell silent as she passed, others pretended not to notice her presence.She wasn’t officially part of the team, but she had been there so long she had become almost invisible—a constant figure in the bleachers, carrying water, handing out towels, listening to confidences. Everyone knew her as Hanz’s "friend," his confidante, the person he trusted completely.But now… now she was something else.And everyone knew.The previous night had been a turning point. Hanz hadn't been careful. Or perhaps he had been exactly the opposite—intentional, calculating, leaving marks where everyone could see.When the gym door opened and Hanz walked in, the silence deepened. He had his usual imposing bearing, his hair tied in

Gabriela had never imagined that a simple lunch at her best friend’s house could be so full of tension and hidden desire. She was twenty years old, that age when the body already knows exactly what it wants, but the mind tries to convince itself otherwise. Ever since she’d met Lucas at university, he had always been her safe harbor, the friend who understood her silences, her fears, her quirks. His house was a place where she felt comfortable—except when Adrian, his father, was around.Adrian was nearly forty, and he seemed to carry the weight of the years with a natural confidence that irritated and attracted her in equal measure. He was tall, with broad shoulders and impeccable posture, the kind of man who seemed to command space just by existing. The stubble on his jaw accentuated his strong features, and his gaze, dark and intense, left anyone feeling unsettled. Gabriela had always tried to avoid looking at him. Always. But that afternoon, something different happened.She walked

The night arrived slowly, laden with unspoken promises and hidden desires. Gabriela was at Lucas's house to help her friend organize some things for college, but inside her, a fire that only grew burned uncontrollably. Since the last encounter with Adrian, she could barely think straight. Every look from him was an invitation, every gesture, a provocation impossible to ignore.Lucas went out to answer a phone call, leaving Gabriela alone in the living room. The heavy silence of the house seemed to amplify her confused thoughts, until she felt his presence behind her. Adrian entered slowly, as if not wanting to scare her, but the weight of his presence made the air almost unbreathable."You shouldn't be here alone," he said in that deep voice, a tone of warning and desire at the same time.She turned to face him, her body already reacting automatically, her eyes fixed on his."I can't think about leaving," she confessed, feeling her heart race.Adrian moved closer and left no room for

The sun hadn't even risen when Gabriela awoke with her body still aching, marked by Aslan's hands and mouth. The morning breeze drifted through the half-open window, but it couldn't erase the heat that still lingered between the sheets. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to catch her breath, as if it had all been just a dream. But it wasn't. It was there. In her body. On her skin. In his scent clinging to her.The distant sound of the front door slamming made Gabriela's blood run cold."Lucas..." she whispered, sitting up quickly in bed, pulling the sheet to cover her naked body.Aslan was still lying down, his bare chest rising and falling in a lazy rhythm, as if he didn't feel the weight of the world now crushing her shoulders."Relax," he said, his voice hoarse and calm. "He won't come up now. He always goes straight to the kitchen.""This isn't normal, Aslan. This isn't right... My God, what have we done?""What we wanted to do. What we've been desiring for days," he replied