All Chapters of Forbidden Lust: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

141RonanThe boss had a real knack for placing me in unpleasant situations.I sat on the edge of the hospital’s sofa, the weight of the twins in my arms feeling heavier than any tactical gear I’d ever worn. Across the room, the morning light was beginning to crawl over the floorboards, bright and mocking.I stared at Emilia and Nora; they were huddled together, giggling over something on Nora’s.I looked down at the tiny humans in my lap. Elara was staring at me with those wide, judging eyes—too much like her father’s for my comfort.“Your father is going to get me killed,” I whispered to them, my voice barely a ghost of a sound.“And if he doesn’t, your mother will when she realizes I let him leave alone.”“Ronan?” Emilia looked up, her smile lingering but her eyes narrowing with that sharp intuition she possessed. “You’re awfully quiet this morning. Is the coffee that bad?”I forced a grin at her, shaking my head. I didn’t want to say a word. I didn’t even know the specific lie Raf

143RaffaelI hated that this was happening. I hated the damp smell of the basement and the smug vibration of the boss's voice.But my brain and body were so fucking happy. Every nerve ending was screaming in a language I didn't want to speak, turning my execution into a party I didn't invite myself to."Bring more for our lovely guest," Gustavo barked. His men moved with a sick kind of eagerness. One of them tore open a fresh bag, the chemical scent of the blow hitting me before the powder even touched the table."Please, no..." I choked out, but the words were pathetic.They didn't just lay out lines, they piled it like a small mountain of salt. I tried to thrash, but my muscles were already twitching, betraying me. A hand tangled in my hair and shoved my face into the white heap.The sensation was a violent assault. I tried to hold my breath, but the pressure on my skull didn't break. My lungs gave out, and I was forced to inhale. The cocaine coated my throat in a bitter, numbing f

145SophiaI’ve never seen Emilia like this.“Sophie, I want to see Raffy,” Aurora said from the video call, just as another groan echoed from the room behind me.I moved further away from the door, closing it fully and forcing a smile onto my face as I answered her. “Soon, okay? Raffy has just been really busy, okay?”Her eyes turned glossy, and I knew she was about to cry and that made my heart clench. Raffael was smart to take her to some of our relatives in Russia. If anyone deserved a normal life out of all of us, it was my baby sister.“Fucker!,” I heard another yell from Emilia behind the door and I took that as my cue to hang up.“We’ll talk later, okay?”She nodded, wiping a single tear from her eye, and I blinked up at the ceiling so I wouldn’t end up crying. “Bye, Sophie. I love you.”“Love you too,” I said, then hung up. I took a deep breath, wiping my eyes before opening the door.It was somehow an even bloodier mess than before.Nora was on the second guy, using a knife

147 Emilia I felt my heart physically splinter every single time I walked into Raffael’s hospital room. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air, suffocating, familiar. And still, I came back. Every day. “Tempesta,” he smiled when I opened the door, his voice softer than I’d ever known it to be. I blinked quickly, turning my head as the sting built behind my eyes. “Come here, baby,” he murmured. I inhaled deeply before facing him again, wiping the tears that slipped . My steps were slow as I moved closer to him. He didn’t look like himself. Not fully. His skin had lost that warm, golden undertone, now dulled into something almost ash. There were faint bruises blooming beneath the surface and the hollow beneath his eyes made them look bigger. But those eyes still found me. They always did. And when they did, they softened, like none of the pain existed. Even with tubes running into his arm, he still carried that same quiet dominance. “Hi,” I finally said, settling at the ed

149RaffaelI wasn’t getting any better.That was the truth I kept folding into smaller and smaller pieces, like if I hid it well enough, it would stop existing.The doctor dimmed the lights, the high-resolution scan of my chest cavity illuminating the room in a jagged, anatomical red."I’ll skip the lecture Raffael," the doctor said, his voice flat. “The amount of cocaine they forced into you drove your blood pressure high enough, it literally unraveled your tissue. You have a Type B dissection, a permanent tear in your aortic lining."He leaned in, the screen’s red light sharpening the lines on his face. "You can still lead but you’re a walking glass statue. No shootouts, no street fights, and you sure as hell can't take a bullet to the chest.”“I know but I—“Doctor Olsen cut me off with a wave of his hands, pointing to the screen “If your heart rate redlines, this wall ruptures like wet tissue paper. You can stay in the game, but the next time you try to be a soldier, your own bod