Semua Bab Forbidden Lust: Bab 81 - Bab 90

81EmiliaThere was a living, breathing thing inside my body.“We can get the insurance on most of the items, so that one is already covered,” Nora’s father was saying from across the table, but even his voice sounded distant.I was pregnant.With Raffaele’s baby.One of my men brought in a tray of pastries for Nora, her father, and Enzo, and the smell instantly made my stomach twist with nausea.God.That’s why I kept throwing up everything.Do I tell him?Fuck… do I keep it?“Shit,” I muttered when the tray was placed directly in front of me. I shot up from my seat and bolted to the bathroom, emptying what little oatmeal I’d managed to eat the night before.“Is she okay?” I heard Enzo ask faintly.“Just nerves. I mean, the fire happened out of nowhere,” Nora replied smoothly.She’d always known how to cover for me. I obviously didn’t want news of this getting out.I rinsed my mouth, then popped a mint gum between my teeth, my second one that morning before heading back to the office

83RaffaelEmilia was giving me attitude.She had left me more than once.Slapped me more than once.Cost me more than a few nights of sleep.And yet, I was on the receiving end of an attitude.“Don’t” she said when I tried to push a jar ofPickles aside so we can talk.“Do you want to at least talk about it?” I tried again.She didn’t answer, just kept munching on a pickle dipped in caramel I'd imported from South America because, apparently, the ones in Italy were too salty.“I don’t want to talk about it, Raffael,” she sighed.I watched her take another bite.Emilia didn’t even like caramel.Now she was drowning her pickles in it.I drew in a slow breath, holding onto the last thread of my patience.It was wearing thin.“Emilia,” I said again.She arched a brow at me slow and deliberate before sliding another pickle between her lips.My gaze followed the movement before I could stop myself.She bit down lazily, caramel clinging to the corner of her mouth. Then she licked it off

85RaffaelI was utterly and incredibly helpless.She was going to go with Adrian. And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.“Raffael, could you please tell Ronan I just want to learn how to use his gun?” Emilia said from in front of me.I gave Ronan a look. He sighed before placing his Glock 19 in her hands.Ronan had a dramatic, sentimental attachment to his guns, something I didn’t understand and definitely found concerning, especially when I caught him talking to them while he cleaned them.“Careful,” I told Emilia when she fired at something and the recoil sent her a few steps back.“I got it,” she said, before recocking the gun and firing again, this time her feet planted firmly on the ground.No. I was going to find a loophole in Adrian's words. I had to.“Do you plan on getting remarried?”Sophia plopped onto the sand beside me.We were on a private island I’d forgotten I acquired, mainly because there had been more important things to focus on.I stared at Emilia,

87EmiliaRaffael better pray this worked.Because this was some next-level telenovela bullshit.“Syrup?” Adrian asked, and I nodded, plastering on the best smile I could manage. I watched him intently as he poured the syrup over my pancakes.This was crazy. This entire thing was crazy.The room was silent, and I knew he had a ton of questions for me. I’d rehearsed every single response I was going to give him, down to the reason I came at such an hour. But unlike the Adrian I knew, he didn’t say anything. He simply turned away, took his own plate, and went back to his seat.He ate quietly, his gaze fixed on his plate as he chewed and swallowed.Was this a bipolar thing again? One minute he’s out to destroy me, and the next he’s feeding me pancakes without saying a word, the day after I showed up, practically running away and choosing another person over him?“You’re not eating?” he asked, pointing at my untouched plate with his fork.“I am,” I said, picking up my fork and lifting a b

89EmiliaI didn’t know fear could sit this quietly in my chest.It didn’t scream.It just stayed there. Watching.“What do you think baby daddy is going to do?”Adrián brushed my hair behind my ear before leaning in to whisper. His breath fanned against my skin, and the closeness made the tiny hairs along my arms rise.I didn’t answer.I didn’t want to provoke him.Because I was scared of what he would do.I didn’t want anything to happen to me.Or the baby.“Shit. What did I miss?” Hugh stirred beside me, coughing before spitting a thick glob of blood onto the concrete floor.As if on cue, Raffaele’s fist connected with Theo’s jaw.The crack echoed through the speakers.Adrián clapped his hands, visibly delighted by the scene unfolding on the laptop positioned in front of us.“Oh, Theodore,” Hugh sighed, shaking his head.I didn’t even have it in me to feel surprised.Terror had hollowed me out.Wave after wave of nausea rolled through me, relentless and suffocating.“Ouu that one’