All Chapters of Forbidden never felt this good : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Pain is a strange thing.It doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it whispers soft, insistent until it becomes impossible to ignore.The sharp sting at my side spread slowly, like fire licking beneath my skin. I pressed my palm against it instinctively, my fingers coming away warm and slick. Blood. Not enough to kill me. Not yet. But enough to remind me that I was human, fragile, and standing in the middle of a war I never asked to fight.Elliot swore under his breath.Not loudly. Not panicked. But the sound carried weight controlled fury, sharpened by fear he refused to show.“Marcus,” he said, voice clipped. “Get her back. Now.”“I’m fine,” I said automatically, though my knees threatened to betray me. I hated weakness. Hated how easily it showed when your body decided it had reached its limit.Marcus, my stepbrother was already beside me, one arm firm around my waist, grounding me before I could fall. His grip was steady, familiar in a way that made my chest ache.“You’re bleeding,” he

The room felt smaller after that message.Not because the walls had moved but because something invisible had slipped between us, widening cracks I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. The air was heavy with unspoken questions, with glances that lingered too long and words that stopped just short of being said.Which of them do you think will betray you first?I locked my phone screen and curled my fingers around it like it could shield me from the weight of the question. I didn’t look up immediately. I didn’t want to see their faces not yet. Because once I did, I knew I’d start searching for signs. Doubt had a way of infecting everything it touched.Elliot broke the silence first.“Give me the phone.”His voice was steady, but I’d learned the difference between calm and control. This was the latter. I handed it over without a word. He read the message once, then again, his jaw tightening with each second.“This is deliberate,” he said finally. “They’re trying to fracture us.”Marcus leaned

Silence is never empty.It’s full of everything people are afraid to say.We stood there long after the door had closed behind her, the red emergency light still casting distorted shadows across the walls. No one moved. No one spoke. Even the air felt suspended, like the house itself was holding its breath.I hated it.I hated the way my thoughts spiraled in the quiet, replaying her words, her smile, the way she’d said choose as if it were a gift instead of a weapon.Elliot broke first.“We’re not doing this,” he said firmly. “We’re not letting her get inside your head.”I laughed softly, bitterly. “She’s already there.”Marcus shifted, running a hand through his hair. “She manipulated footage. That’s obvious.”“Is it?” I asked.He stiffened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“It means,” I said slowly, “that even edited footage starts with something real.”The tension snapped tight.Liam stepped forward, his voice low but steady. “She wants us divided. Questioning each other plays direc

The screens went black at the same time, plunging the room into a silence so thick it felt like it pressed against my chest.No hum.No flicker.Just the echo of her voice still ringing in my ears.I know the name.I stood there, unmoving, my mind replaying her smile over and over again the way she tilted her head slightly, as if this was all a game she had already won.“Turn everything off,” Elliot said sharply.“They already are,” Marcus replied, scanning the room. “That wasn’t a hack. That was a message.”“To who?” my sister asked, her voice shaking.“To all of us,” Liam answered quietly. My sister’s mate rarely spoke unless it mattered and when he did, people listened.I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the heat in the room.“What name?” I asked.No one answered.I laughed then short, sharp, bitter. “It’s amazing how silence keeps showing up when I need truth.”Elliot stepped toward me. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted to keep you safe.”I turned on him so f

Hands crushed my arms from behind, fingers digging into muscle as I was dragged backward. My scream tore out of me raw and wild, my nails scraping uselessly against concrete as my heels slid across the floor.“Let her go!” Marcus’s voice thundered somewhere to my left, followed by the unmistakable crack of a gunshot.The sound rang through the warehouse, sharp and violent, ricocheting off steel and stone.I twisted hard, slamming my elbow back into my captor’s ribs. He grunted, loosening his grip just enough for me to inhale sharply but not enough to break free.The darkness pressed in from all sides. I couldn’t see Elliot. I couldn’t see Marcus. I couldn’t see Liam or my sister.All I could hear was chaos.Boots pounding. Bodies colliding. Someone shouting my name Elliot. Always Elliot.The man dragging me yanked me toward a side door I hadn’t noticed before. Cold air rushed in as it creaked open, sending goosebumps across my skin.“No,” I gasped, panic clawing its way up my throat.