Her forbidden desire-bella のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

For two passionate years, Bella Black's marriage was everything she dreamed of, a connection built on love, trust, and an undeniable chemistry that kept their flame burning bright.The first rays of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, casting a soft golden glow across the tangled sheets. Bella stirred, her body instinctively seeking the warmth of her husband beside her. She turned slowly, her dark hair spilling across the pillow as she reached out, placing her hand gently on Marcus's chest. His skin was warm beneath her palm, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.Marcus's eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile curved his lips as he found her watching him. The morning light caught the flecks of gold in his brown eyes, making them shine with that familiar warmth that never failed to make her heart skip."So you're awake too, honey," Bella whispered, her voice still husky with sleep. She shifted closer, draping her leg over his, feeling the solid

When her husband's three closest friends move in to help during his recovery, Bella finds herself sharing a home with three dangerously attractive men who remind her of everything she's lost.The first three months after the accident passed in a haze of hospital visits, doctor consultations, and a grief so profound it felt like drowning. Marcus survived, that was the miracle everyone kept telling Bella to focus on. But the man who came home in a wheelchair, his spine fractured at L2-L3, wasn't quite the same man who had kissed her goodbye that Saturday morning.The doctors explained it clinically: incomplete spinal cord injury with damage to the nerve roots. Partial paralysis. Some sensation remained, some movement in his legs, but standing was impossible without extensive support, and walking might never be an option. The prognosis was uncertain, he might regain more function with aggressive physical therapy, or he might not. Only time would tell.But there was something they didn't

The sound of Devon's voice counting reps had become the soundtrack to Bella's mornings."Twelve... thirteen... come on, Marcus, give me two more. I know you've got it in you."Bella stood in the kitchen doorway with two water bottles, watching the garage gym through theopen door. She'd learned to time these deliveries perfectly, not too early when they were justwarming up, not too late when Marcus was exhausted and irritable. Right at the twenty-minutemark, when Devon pushed hardest."I can't," Marcus grunted, his arms shaking as he tried to pull himself up on the modified barDevon had installed."You can. Fifteen. One more."The muscles in Devon's forearms flexed as he spotted Marcus, hands hovering just below hisfriend's ribcage, ready to catch him if needed. His biceps strained against the sleeves of hisgray Nike shirt, and Bella found herself staring at the way his shoulders moved, powerful andcontrolled.She looked away quickly, guilt pricking at her conscience."There it

Bella woke at 2:47 AM to the sound of Marcus screaming. She was out of bed before conscious thought caught up, running down the stairs in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and underwear. The guest room door was open, light spilling into the hallway, and Marcus was thrashing in his bed, caught in the grip of a nightmare she couldn't pull him from. "Marcus!" She grabbed his shoulders, trying to avoid his flailing arms. "Marcus, wake up!" His eyes snapped open, wild and unfocused. For a second, he didn't recognize her. "It's me. It's Bella. You're okay. You're home." Recognition flooded back, followed immediately by shame. He stopped fighting, going rigid under her hands. "Sorry," he muttered, not looking at her. "Go back to bed." "Did you take your medication?" "I said go back to bed."The dismissal stung, but Bella was used to it by now. She stood, hesitating. "If you needanything…""I won't."She left him there in the dark and climbed the stairs with heavy f

Marcus was on the floor.He'd tried to transfer from his wheelchair to the bed without help and failed. His chair lay on itsside, one wheel still spinning slowly. The lamp from the nightstand was shattered across thehardwood, and Marcus was sprawled among the pieces, his fists pressed against his eyes."Don't," he said before anyone could move. "Don't help me. Don't touch me. Just... don't."But Bella was already kneeling beside him, carefully avoiding the broken glass. "Marcus, you'rebleeding."His palm was cut, blood welling from a gash where he'd landed on the lamp. He pulled his handaway from her reach."I said don't.""I don't care what you said." Bella grabbed his wrist, examining the cut. Not deep, but it neededcleaning. "Devon, first aid kit?"Devon was already moving, returning seconds later with supplies. The three men stood in asemicircle around them, and Bella felt Marcus's humiliation radiating off him in waves."Everyone out," Marcus said through gritted teeth."Ma