All Chapters of Forbidden: My Billionaire Stepbrother's Obsession : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Alessio’s POVI faced Moirraine and wondered if she had overheard me speaking to Callum.The hallway smelled like antiseptic and burnt coffee. Fluorescent light sat hard on her face. She had tears in her eyes. For a second she only looked at me, like she was measuring the day on my skin.Then she threw her arms around me.The hug was sudden and tight. She held on like she needed proof I was real. I stood still at first. Then I put my arms around her too and felt her shake once, hard.“Thank you,” she said into my shoulder. “Thank you for saving my child. Thank you for bringing her back to me. I kept seeing her in that fire. I kept thinking I would walk into this hospital and they would tell me I was too late.”I closed my eyes.“You don’t have to thank me for that,” I said when we pulled apart. “Not for saving the woman I love.”Moirraine looked up at me. Her hands stayed on my arms.“I know,” she said. “Rhaena told me. After you left the room.”My heart skipped so hard it hurt.“She

Rhaena's POVThe first time I was embarrassed. I sat on the closed lid of the toilet while he checked the water with his wrist. He helped me in slow. He washed my hair with careful hands and kept a towel close so I would not get cold. When the water touched a burn on my arm, I hissed, and he said sorry like he had been the one who hurt me.He fed me when my hands shook. Soup. Toast. Fruit cut into small pieces. I told him I could feed myself. He said he knew. Then he did it anyway.At night he put ointment on the burns that still needed it. I sat on the edge of his bed in one of his shirts and watched his face while he worked. He was so careful. His thumb never pressed too hard. Once he blew on the worst spot without thinking, then looked embarrassed.Yesterday evening he found me staring at my arm.The lamp on his nightstand made the mark look worse. Pink. Tight. A thing I could not take off no matter how hard I wished it away. I turned my arm in the mirror and hated the girl looking

Rhaena’s POVWe got to his dad’s mansion just after seven.The house was lit up from the inside. Warm yellow light spilled onto the front steps and made the windows look soft. The air outside was cool. Somewhere down the street a dog barked once and then went quiet. Alessio parked and came around to my side before I could open the door myself. His hand stayed at my back as we walked up.My mum opened the door like she had been standing there waiting.“There you are.” She pulled me in first, careful of my arms, then held my face in both hands. “How are you? Don’t say fine if you’re not.”“I’m doing fine,” I said. “Tired. But fine.”She looked at me like she was checking for a lie. Then she kissed my cheek and let me go just enough to hug Alessio too.Sandro came up behind her. He hugged me next. He smelled like cologne and cooked food.“You look better than last week,” he said. “That’s all I needed to see.”He clapped Alessio on the shoulder.“You brought her. Good.”“I told you I woul

Rhaena’s POV“Good girl.”He stood and stripped. His cock was thick, hard, already leaking. I reached for him. He let me stroke him once, then caught my wrist.“If you keep doing that, I won’t last long enough to get inside you.”“Then get inside me.”He climbed over me like I was made of glass and want at the same time. He kept his weight on his forearms. He didn’t press on the burns. For a moment he only looked at me, like he needed to memorize my face before he moved.Then he rubbed the head of his cock through my wetness, coating himself, teasing my clit with it until I whimpered.“Look at me,” he said. “I want your eyes when I push in. If anything hurts, you tell me. We go slower. We stop. I mean it.”“I know.” I touched his jaw. “I trust you.”He kissed me once, soft as a vow.Then he sank into me slow.Inch by inch.The stretch made me moan. He was thick. Warm. Careful. He kissed me through it, swallowing the sound, waiting every time my breath caught. He didn’t slam. He didn’t

Rhaena’s POVTwo weeks later,Two weeks since every wall between Alessio and me came down. Two weeks since I told him about the club, about Cherry, about the mask and the tattoo and the whole tangled secret I had carried alone for months. Two weeks since he looked at me like none of it mattered except that I was finally, completely his.And it had been a week since we landed back in Italy.The trip hadn't started the way I wanted it to. It had started with my phone buzzing on the kitchen counter one morning while I was making coffee, a notification from some entertainment gossip account I didn't even remember following. I almost swiped it away without looking. Something told me not to.I wished, afterward, that I had listened to that instinct.The headline alone made my stomach drop: Ravelli Corp Heir's Secret Romance — With His Own Stepsister? Underneath it was a grainy photo, clearly taken with a long lens from some distance, of Alessio and me leaving a restaurant weeks ago, his han