All Chapters of Forbidden Never Felt This Good: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

0092~Aria~The dress arrived today. The dress for my father’s birthday.Marguerite brought it up herself. I stood there for a second, just looking at it.Then I walked over and unzipped it.The gown inside was black. Long, clean, and elegant in a way that did not need effort. The fabric moved even as I lifted it. There was a slit that started at mid-thigh.I stepped into it.It fit perfectly. I turned toward the mirror.Yes, this was lovely.My father either had excellent taste or he had found someone who did.Knowing him, it was both.I was still looking at myself when my phone buzzed.Josie.A photo appeared on the screen. A deep burgundy gown laid out across her bed, rich in color and texture even through the image. The caption read: I have never ordered a gown before in my life. This is because of you.I smiled and called her immediately.She picked up on the first ring, her voice already close to panic and excitement at the same time.“It’s beautiful,” she said before I could

0094~Aria~The knock on my office door hit at the worst possible moment.I pulled away from Luca immediately. He stepped back just as fast, fixing himself like nothing had happened. I slid off the desk and straightened my blouse, trying to look like I had been doing something entirely normal. The speed of it all was almost impressive.Almost.“One moment,” I called out.I glanced at Luca. He looked completely calm, like he had been standing there all morning doing his job. He even had the audacity to wink at me.“The HR,” I said quietly.“Yes,” he replied.“I told her eight thirty.”“You did.”“That was fast.” I checked my watch.“It was.” He adjusted his jacket, looking completely put together. No trace of what we had been doing just seconds ago.I took a breath, pressed my lips together, and opened the door.Claudia stood there, exactly on time. She had that precise, efficient presence about her, the kind of person who respected schedules and expected the same from everyone else. H

0096~Aria~I woke up before six.It was not nerves exactly. It was more like my body had already decided the day mattered before my mind caught up. Staying in bed after that felt pointless. There were things to do, and I wanted to be present for them.My father’s birthday.I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the letter I had left on his desk. I wondered if he had found it yet. If he had opened it. Knowing him, he would take his time. He always did with things that mattered.I got out of bed.I had already decided the kitchen would be mine that morning. I told Marguerite the night before, and she had accepted it with clear reluctance. She trusted me, but not enough to believe I would not need her help. I needed the space anyway. I wanted to do this myself.I started with his coffee.Not just any coffee. His coffee. The way he liked it. I had watched him enough times to get it right. I paid attention to small things like that.Then I moved on to the rest.I

0098~Aria~Pierre found me just after the dance, when Luca had stepped away to take a call.“Well,” he said.“Well,” I replied.He glanced around the room, taking in the guests, the band, the lighting, everything the evening had come together to be. “You pulled this together in a few days? It’s incredible.”“Marguerite pulled it together. I just pointed.”“You did more than point,” he said, looking at me with that steady warmth of his. “The introduction was done well. The way your father said it, the whole room felt it.”“He practiced,” I said. “He would never admit it, but he did. I heard him. He wanted it to be perfect. And it was.”Pierre smiled at that. “And you? How do you feel?”I paused for a second.I thought about standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at a room full of people who belonged to a world I had once walked away from, only to return and be introduced as its future.“Official,” I said slowly. “Happy. A little anxious. More than I expected.”“Official is th

0100~Aria~"Wife?"The word came out smaller than I meant. Not strong. Not sharp. Just fragile, the kind that slips out when the ground beneath you moves and you are still trying to stand."Yes." Joan’s voice was calm and measured, the way someone speaks when they know the moment has been rehearsed and it is unfolding exactly as planned. "We have been married since Isabella was born. It has been complicated with his work, but we manage."I heard her. I tried to process it. I thought I had misheard. I wanted it to be a lie. Married. Since Isabella was born. And they manage.The lights at the estate. Isabella’s voice somewhere behind Joan, still talking to Luca. She was six years old and completely unaware of the storm three feet away from her. Six-year-olds don’t read rooms the way adults do. I was grateful she didn’t feel what I was feeling.I was mute.That was the only word for it. The words existed somewhere in me. The responses, the questions, the thing that was building inside,