All Chapters of Forbidden Never Felt This Good: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

0071 ~Aria~ Of all the people, it was my father. I stepped back from Luca so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet, which was not exactly so composed of me but it was in panic and I acted based on instinct. Luca dropped my wrist immediately. He didn’t even shake or act panicked. He was neutral about it. But I noticed he became slightly tense. I mean, what does this speak of?My father stood in the gym doorway.He was in his robe. I wasn’t sure if he knew that Luca was teaching me self defense. But I guess he probably does by walking in here because so far I know, he can not engage in any training activity. He looked at the two of us with an emotionless look. He looked blank, I tried not to think too much of it. I was not expecting him even though I knew I had nothing to be worried about. I was just caught offguard. Nobody spoke. The silence was getting awkward, I had to cut in.“Papa,” I said.“Aria, welldone Mia figlia.” He looked at me, and gave a small nod. Most definitely

0073 ~Aria~Pierre set the water glass down slowly.He looked at me across the table with that expression of his, that quiet, patient calm he carried even in ordinary moments.That same look he had held since I met him. The kind of patience that doesn’t rush, doesn’t perform, doesn’t overdo, and yet somehow commands attention simply by existing.“I’m listening,” he said.I had thought about how to say this all these while. His intentions were clear. I knew he wanted something. “I think you're a wonderful man Pierre,” I said. “I mean that without the usual softening that comes before something difficult. You are genuinely one of the easiest, warmest people I’ve spent time with since I came back to France, and I don’t want to lose that.”He was still listening. Patiently. Even when the words were uncomfortable.“But I have feelings for someone else,” I said, carefully. “And they’re significant. They’re not the kind I can talk myself out of, or put alongside something else and pretend t

0075 ~ Aria ~ I woke up the next morning with the soft, lingering memory of the night before wrapping around me like a warm blanket.After the intensity of everything that had transpired, Luca had gently run a deep bath for me while I was half-asleep.We had almost succumbed to another passionate encounter, but I was far too sex-drunk, my limbs heavy and completely boneless, to keep myself active.He had chuckled softly, lifted me out of the water, laid me back on the fresh sheets, and tucked me in before bidding me a tender goodnight.The next morning, his message came in.I reached blindly for my phone on the nightstand, still half-asleep, squinting against the bright glare of the screen. There it was, sitting right at the top of my notifications:You looked beautiful last night. You always look beautiful. I have something planned for this evening, dress comfortable, nothing formal. Be ready by seven. Also eat breakfast. A proper meal Aria.I read it once.Then again, and again, th

0077 ~ Luca ~ Getting back before midnight had been the right thing to do, even though every part of me had wanted to stay with Aria longer. It felt like neither of us had wanted the evening to end. Even after we left the cottage, I could still feel the warmth of her beside me, the quiet of the evening following us all the way home. More than once, I had caught myself thinking about turning the car around and going back to that small stone house by the river. Maybe we could have stayed there a little longer. Maybe a lot longer. But we couldn’t. Not with everything that has surrounded her recently. Still, I had gotten one thing that has been my primary desire, which is to be with Aria. Not just to satisfy myself but mainly because I love her. Aria was finally mine, and the thought still felt strange enough to make me smile. We entered the house quietly, fortunate that Vittorio’s declining health had changed his routine. He went to bed much earlier than he used to, unlike before

0079 ~Aria~ Isabella.She was small, maybe six or seven. Soft, hair strands framed her face, slightly tangled and wild, as though she had spent the entire morning running around without a single care in the world.Her eyes were remarkably big, the kind of piercing, unyielding eyes that locked onto yours without a shred of hesitation. She maintained intense, unwavering eye contact, the type that even adults often struggled to pull off with such natural authority.Even I could not do that well.She wore a bright yellow jacket with a tiny embroidered daisy on the front pocket. In one hand, she held a doll with distinctly purple-dyed hair pressed tight against her chest.With her other hand, those small fingers were still lightly, stubbornly gripping the hem of my jacket sleeve.She looked at me.I looked down at her.“Hello,” I said gently, softening my voice.“Hi.” She released my sleeve with a little nod, as if she had accomplished what she set out to do. “You have nice hair.”I blink