Forbidden: My Billionaire Stepbrother's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 198

Rhaena’s POV"Rhaena."Just my name. Nothing more. But the way he said it — soft, patient, a little sad — had made me pause."What?" I'd asked, though I already knew.He'd crossed the room slowly and taken the dress from my hands, setting it aside on the bed without a word. Then he'd reached back into the closet and pulled out something else — a sleeveless sundress, pale yellow, the kind of dress that would leave my arms completely bare."Wear this instead," he'd said."Alessio, I don't—""I know," he'd interrupted gently, cupping my face in both hands. "I know you don't feel ready. But you don't have to hide from me. You never have to hide from me. Not here. Not after everything."I'd felt my eyes sting even then, that first morning, the tears rising up before I could stop them the way they always seemed to whenever he touched this particular wound."They're ugly," I'd whispered. "And everyone's already talking about us like we're something ugly too. I don't need to give them anythin

Rhaena’s POVHe shifted, pulling me fully against him again, his hand splayed warm against my lower back."I've thought about waking up every morning to this view," he continued, his voice dropping lower, softer. "To you, in this bed, in this light. I've thought about us growing old in this villa. I've thought about it so much, Rhaena, that some nights I lie awake next to you just imagining it — imagining an entire life here that neither of us has to explain or apologize for to anyone."Something warm and overwhelming rose up in my chest, pressing against my ribs until it felt like I might actually cry from the sheer relief of hearing him say all of this out loud, like he'd been quietly building a whole future in his head that matched, almost perfectly, the shape of the one I'd been too afraid to imagine for myself."We would live a beautiful life here," he said, smiling now, more openly, his thumb tracing slow circles against my hip. "Just the two of us. No hiding. No pretending. Jus

Rhaena’s POVThree Years LaterThe kitchen smelled like tomatoes and basil and the faint sweetness of the bread I'd left rising on the counter that morning, and I was elbow-deep in flour, laughing at myself for the mess I'd already made, when Luca toddled over from where he'd been "helping" me stack measuring cups into a very unstable tower, both hands already reaching up toward my leg."Mommy," he said, tugging at my apron, "up.""You've got flour hands," I warned, crouching down anyway despite the mess on my own fingers, scooping him up onto my hip. He was getting heavier by the week, solid and sturdy in a way that still caught me off guard sometimes, like my body hadn't quite finished updating its memory of how big he'd gotten. He immediately grabbed a fistful of my hair and examined it with great seriousness, the way he examined most things these days, like the whole world was a puzzle he'd been personally assigned to solve.He had Alessio's eyes — green, bright, startlingly clear

Alessio's POVI used to think love was a lie people told each other until it became inconvenient to keep telling it. I built an entire life around that belief without even realizing I'd done it — every wall, every careful distance, every promise to myself that I would never be the man standing in a doorway watching someone he loved decide he wasn't worth staying for. I watched my mother walk away when I was twelve years old, and I decided, with the particular certainty only a child can manage, that I would never again let anyone hold that kind of power over me.Then Rhaena appeared, and every rule I'd built my life around started quietly falling apart, piece by piece, long before I was willing to admit it.Tonight, standing in the doorway of our kitchen, watching flour dust catch gold in the last of the evening light, watching my father bounce our son on his hip while Rhaena's mother laughs at something Luca has said that none of us can quite decipher, I find it almost impossible to re