All Chapters of Forbidden Never Felt This Good: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

0112 ~ Luca ~ After picking up the captain on the way at another stop. I stood on the open stern of the speed boat, the biting sea air cutting through my wet tuxedo jacket as I held the encrypted satellite phone to my ear."It is down now, Boss," Marco's deep voice crackled over the secure frequency. "The media is reporting a localized gas explosion in the service kitchen of the Palais Imperial. Local authorities are handling the perimeter, but the guys have already wiped every server, every cloud backup, and every camera angle from the building's main security hub.""Casualties?" I asked, my voice flat, cold, and razor-sharp."Zero fatalities, minor injuries from the panic," Marco reported smoothly. "The bomb was low-grade incendiary, packed with high-volume smoke powder rather than fragmentation shrapnel. It was designed to blow out the main breaker grid and throw the room into blind chaos, not to bring the structure down. Whichever bastard planted it wasn't trying to massacre the

0114 ~ Aria ~ My mother pulled me tight into her arms, buried her face in the crook of my neck, and sobbed quietly against my shoulder.I held on to her with everything I had, tears streaming freely down my cheeks as days of grief, confusion, and longing melted away in a single heartbeat. Mama was always a soft, gentle soul. She was the typical mother who lived to make her child happy, the kind of woman whose presence alone could quiet the wildest storm inside you. Even the air inside her home smelled warm, safe, and deeply comforting, a blend of dried lavender, lemon polish, and old books."Oh, my sweet, beautiful girl," she wept, cupping my face with trembling hands as she pulled back to look at me."Mama..." I choked out, wiping a tear from my eye as a wave of frantically rehearsed explanations rushed to my lips. "Mama, I didn't know... Papa took me—""Shh, Aria," she interrupted softly, pressing a gentle thumb against my lips to quiet my rambling. "We have all the time in the wor

0116 ~ Luca ~ "My family?" I let out a low, breathless laugh, my dark eyes drifting back toward the misty ocean horizon.I turned around and sat down beside her on the stone bench, the cool morning air sweeping over us as I gathered her smaller, warmer hand into mine. I looked down at her upturned face, seeing the genuine, earnest curiosity burning in her eyes.Nobody in the mafia ever asked me about my roots. In our world, you were either born into a legacy with a heavy, bloody surname, or you were a shadow made of steel and loyalty."Well, for a start, I don't know who gave birth to me," I said, my tone flat, unbothered, and stripped of any dramatic sorrow. "I was wrapped in a towel and dumped outside the loading docks of Vittorio’s main warehouse when I was just a few weeks old. No note. No trace. No attachment. Nothing."Aria’s eyes widened slightly, her hand tightening around mine. "Luca...""Honestly, Aria, I don't even think about it," I continued, shaking my head softly. "The

0118 ~ Aria ~ The morning had started in absolute bliss. My mother had booked a private, two-hour holistic massage session for the two of us at a quiet, hidden spa nestled along the coastal cliffs. By the time we walked out, every single knot in my shoulders had vanished. My skin felt glowing, my mind was silent, and my entire body felt lighter than air, as if the heavy trauma of the city had been scrubbed clean.When we returned to the house, Luca was leaning against the kitchen counter sipping espresso. The second his dark eyes locked onto my relaxed posture, his eyebrows shot up in intense, tactical suspicion."Who touched you?" he had demanded immediately, setting his cup down with a sharp click and eyeing me up and down. "Was it a man? What kind of facility was it?"I had spent the next ten minutes bent over in uncontrollable laughter, teasing him relentlessly about his absurd, possessive interrogations while he stood there, dark and brooding, trying to maintain a straight face.

0120 ~Aria~ I woke up the next morning with the soft, warm sunlight filtering through my bedroom curtains, bathing the sheets in a faint golden glow.I blinked against the light, sitting up slowly as my body registered a deep, heavy exhaustion. Luca was gone, having slipped back to his guest room sometime in the dark hours of the early morning. I had been so completely out cold after last night that I hadn't even felt him leave the bed. My skin still hummed with the phantom heat of his hands, a slow blush creeping up my neck at the absolute madness we had pulled off right down the hall from my mother.Shaking my head to clear the dizzying memories, I swung my legs out of bed and walked straight into the bathroom. I took a hot, thorough shower, letting the steam work out the lingering tension in my muscles, and got dressed in a crisp, stylish daytime outfit suitable for a cool coastal morning.By the time I walked downstairs into the kitchen, my mother was already standing near the st