Alle Kapitel von Screwed Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]: Kapitel 221 – Kapitel 230

The green dress fit like it had been made for the exact shape of her body. Low in the back. High on the thigh when she walked. The kind of dress that announced she belonged to someone who could afford to put her in it.Sebastian’s car arrived at exactly seven. He was already inside, dark suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt open. His eyes moved over her once, slow and thorough, before he spoke.“Good choice.”Nora slid in beside him. The partition was up. The city lights slid across the windows as the car pulled away.“Your parents,” she said. “What do they know?”“That I’ve been seeing someone. That it’s serious enough to bring her home. Nothing else.” His hand rested on the seat between them, close enough that she could feel the heat of it. “They’ll expect affection. I’ll provide it. You follow my lead.”“And if I don’t like how you’re touching me?”“You say the word we agreed on and I stop.” He glanced

The car stopped in front of her building. Neither of them moved.Nora’s apartment was on the fourth floor of a walk-up that smelled like old carpet and someone else’s cooking. She had never been ashamed of it until tonight, until the man beside her looked like he belonged in places with doormen and private elevators.Sebastian waited. He didn’t speak. He simply watched her with that same steady patience he used in boardrooms, the kind that made people fill the silence with things they later regretted.She opened the door.He followed her up the stairs without a word. By the third floor her pulse was hammering hard enough that she could feel it in her throat, her wrists, between her legs. She fumbled the key. His body heat registered at her back, close but not touching.The second the door shut behind them he was on her.One hand braced beside her head. The other gripped her hip and turned her, pressing her back against

The former fiancée appeared at the charity auction like she still owned the place.Her name was Victoria Lang. Tall, blonde, the kind of polished beauty that looked expensive even in photographs. She had been engaged to Sebastian for eleven months before the relationship ended in a very public, very cold statement from Vale Industries. Nora had read the old articles the night after she signed the contract. She had not expected the woman to walk into the ballroom wearing red and smile like she knew exactly where to press.Sebastian’s hand tightened on Nora’s waist the second Victoria approached.“Sebastian,” Victoria said, voice warm enough to be a performance. “You look well. And this must be the new arrangement.” Her eyes moved over Nora with deliberate assessment. “She’s pretty. Temporary suits you.”Nora felt the insult land cleanly. She kept her expression neutral because that was what the contract required. No public disagreements.

The call came at 6:14 a.m.Sebastian answered on the second ring, voice already alert. Nora watched him from the bed, sheet pulled over her bare chest, as the color drained from his face. He listened for a long time without speaking. When he finally hung up he sat on the edge of the mattress with his back to her, elbows on his knees.“They leaked the contract,” he said.Nora sat up. “What?”“Someone sent the original agreement to three board members and a journalist. The version with the payment terms. The duration. The clause about no emotional entanglement.” His voice was flat. “They’re spinning it as proof that I’m unstable enough to buy a relationship. The vote has been moved up. Seventy-two hours.”She processed that in silence. The contract she had signed in his office. The one that made her look like a paid escort and him like a man who couldn’t get a woman any other way.“Victoria,” she said.“Almost ce

Elena Marlow’s heels clicked too loudly against the marble floor of the private elevator. She hated that sound. It made her feel small, announced, like she was already performing for whatever cameras watched this building. The air smelled of expensive wood polish and something colder underneath—old money and newer blood.She had rehearsed the words on the drive over. Keep it short. Keep it hard. Don’t beg.The elevator opened onto a floor that felt more like a private club than an office. Dim lighting. A single long corridor. At the end of it, a door stood open.Rafael Andrade did not rise when she walked in.He sat behind a desk of black stone, sleeves rolled to the forearms, watching her the way a man watches a storm he already knows the path of. Dark hair pushed back. Mouth set in a line that looked permanent. The rumors said he never smiled. Looking at him now, Elena believed every one of them.“Miss Marlow.” His voice was low, almost conversational. “You’re late.”“Traffic.” She