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All Chapters of Forbidden Never Felt This Good: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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0081~Pierre~My mother called at nine.I was still at the office. She knew that because she had tried my apartment first and gotten no answer, which meant she moved on to the office with the kind of persistence that meant this conversation was happening tonight whether I was ready for it or not.I picked up on the third ring.“You’re working late,” she said.“I have a lot on.”“Pierre.” Her voice shifted, the preamble gone. “Talk to me.”I leaned back in my chair and looked up at the ceiling. The office was quiet. Landon had left at seven, the rest of the team earlier. It was just me, the city lights through the window, and my mother on the phone.“I’m fine,” I said.“You sound like your father when he says he’s fine and plans to deal with everything alone.” A small pause. “Which means you’re not fine.”I let that sit for a moment.“She said no,” I said finally.My mother did not react dramatically. She never did. “Aria Santoro.”“Yes.”“She said no to what exactly?”“To where it was

Last Updated : 2026-03-30

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0082~Aria~My father was in a good mood. I could tell immediately."There she is," he said."Good morning, Papa." I leaned down to kiss his cheek and took the chair across from him. "You look like you're planning something.""I'm always planning something.""More than usual."He smiled slightly. "Sit. Have coffee with me."I poured from the pot on the side table, settled back, and waited. My father always revealed things at his own pace, and trying to rush him had never worked in thirty years.He studied me for a moment. "Pierre Beaumont."I kept my expression neutral. "What about him?""How did the dinner go?""The vineyard partnership is solid," I said. "The site visit went well, the contracts are performing as agreed, Pierre's team is professional and…""Aria." He cut in gently."That is how the dinner went, Papa."He held my gaze with those familiar eyes, the ones that had been reading me long before I could name what I felt. "He is a good man.""He is," I said. "A genuinely good

Last Updated : 2026-03-30

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0083~Joan~The apartment was a mess.Not the kind of mess that comes from being busy. The kind that comes from not caring anymore. When everything inside gets too loud and the outside stops mattering. Clothes hung over a chair where they had been for days. The wall across from me was covered in photographs, notes, lines connecting everything. It had grown over time, spreading out as I kept finding more to add.I stood in front of it.Aria Santoro looked back at me from twelve different angles.Outside a building. Inside a car. At the vineyard. One taken from a distance, passed to me through someone who knew someone on the estate staff. Blurry, but clear enough. Another with her walking beside that tall friend who had arrived recently and settled in like she belonged there.And one from the park.I had taken that one myself. She never saw me. She had been too focused, crouched down in front of Isabella, her face open and warm, talking to my daughter like she was the most important per

Last Updated : 2026-03-31

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0084~Luca~Aria was at her desk when I walked in.She wasn’t exactly working, or maybe she was working in a different way. Her laptop was open, coffee beside it, and there was a notepad in front of her filled with actual handwriting. That usually meant she was thinking through something she didn’t want to type yet.She looked up when I knocked on the open door."Hey." She smiled."Hey." I stepped in, sat across from her, and really looked at her. She looked good. Better than she had over the past week. There was something settled about her now, something that hadn’t been there when everything was hitting at once. "How’s the party planning going?"She exhaled. "Marguerite has opinions. Different opinions. I was not prepared for that.""Strong opinions?""The kind that come with reference photographs." She pushed the notepad aside. "Papa added twelve names to the guest list this morning. Twelve. I thought we had a final number.""With Vittorio, there is no final number.""I’m learning

Last Updated : 2026-04-01

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0085~Luca~I stood in front of that wall for a long time.Not the kind of stillness that comes from fear. The kind that comes from real confusion, when your mind keeps trying to make sense of what you are seeing and keeps failing. Running the same pattern, reaching the same dead end.My face.There were multiple photographs. Different places. Different times, judging by the light, the clothes, the angles. Outside the Santoro building. Near the estate gates, taken from far enough away to need a long lens. One I recognized from about three months ago, before Aria came back, when things were quieter and my schedule was lighter because Vittorio’s condition had not escalated yet.Someone had been watching me before any of this started.That was the part that refused to settle. The card had been sent to Aria. The call had been for Aria. The number traced back to a foundation tied to her school. Everything pointed to her being the target.But this wall was about me.I stepped closer.The do

Last Updated : 2026-04-02

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0086~Luca~I stood completely still in the hallway for a full thirty seconds.Listening.The house went quiet again. Gun out. Not raised, just low against my leg.I moved through the hallway first. Slow. Careful. Letting my eyes do the work before my body followed. Nothing.Kitchen next. I checked behind the door, inside the small utility space, the pantry with its neat rows of tins. Everything exactly where it had been. No shifts, no signs, no mistakes.Living room.Behind the furniture. Along the curtains. The narrow space behind the television cabinet where someone could flatten themselves if they were desperate enough.Nothing.I went back to the study.The wall was the same.My photographs. Still there. Still watching me.The desk. The filing cabinet. The locked compartment. Nothing touched. Nothing moved.I checked under the desk. Behind the door. The dead corner by the shelving.Nothing.Then I saw it.A door.Set into the wall beside the filing cabinet. Same color as everythi

Last Updated : 2026-04-03

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0087~Aria~I looked down at the paper in my hands.It was folded twice, carelessly. I had opened it expecting something else. A note, maybe. Something work-related.It was a drawing.Pencil on plain paper. Simple, deliberate. The kind of drawing that takes focus, not training. A man. Tall, basic lines, but clearly a man the way children draw them. And beside him, holding his hand, a smaller figure.A child.The height difference made it obvious. The man looked large, steady. The child looked small, tucked close.There was nothing else. No background. No setting. Just the two of them in the center of the page.I turned it over.Blank.I looked up at Luca.His face was composed. But I caught it, just for a second. That flicker before everything settled back into place."What is this?" I asked."A drawing," he said calmly. "A kid gave it to me this morning.""A kid?""Near a café. They were sitting outside, drawing. When I walked past, they handed it to me." He reached over, took it gen

Last Updated : 2026-04-03

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0088~Pierre~Landon placed the folder on my desk at four o’clock on Thursday, and I knew immediately that something was off.It was the way he set it down. Too careful. Too measured. Not his usual efficient drop-and-move-on.I opened it.Three pages.Thin. Far too thin for what I had asked for."That’s everything?" I asked."That’s everything accessible through normal channels," Landon said, taking the seat across from me. "Name, age, nationality. Then a gap where employment history should be. And one photograph from an industry event three years ago where he appears in the same frame as Vittorio Santoro." He paused. "That’s it.""Nothing else?""Nothing." He shook his head slightly. "No financial records, no property ownership, no professional registrations, no social media. Nothing that connects, nothing that builds a profile." He folded his hands together. "The man is basically a ghost in any system I can legally access."I closed the folder.For a moment, I just looked at it."Pi

Last Updated : 2026-04-06

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0089~Aria~I woke up anxious.Important guest. Eleven o’clock. Formal dress.I had asked my father twice more before going to bed, and both times he gave me nothing. That alone told me enough. Vittorio Santoro never held back information for no reason. If he chose not to tell you something, it meant he had already decided that knowing would affect how you prepared. And he wanted me to prepare without bias.So I did exactly that.I showered and stood in front of my wardrobe, focused in a way that only happens when something actually matters. This was not just about picking an outfit. It was about stepping into a version of myself that matched whatever was coming through that door.Not work clothes. Not something casual.Something that said clearly, I am Aria Santoro. I belong in rooms like this. Nothing about today is going to catch me off guard.I chose navy. Structured. Clean. Elegant.Then I reached for my mother’s pearl earrings. I had brought them back from Boston but almost neve

Last Updated : 2026-04-06

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0090~Aria~The dinner had been good.Better than good, actually. It was the kind of meal that earns the time you spend at the table. Conversation moved easily from one topic to another without feeling forced. The food was exceptional, clearly something Marguerite had taken personal pride in. And my father, at the head of the table, looked more alive than he had in weeks.Paulo was exactly what Pierre would become in thirty years. A man that does not take everything too serious, cheerful and easy going. The kind of man whose silence carried as much meaning as his words. He and my father spent a large part of dinner in their own conversation, almost like they were on a separate wavelength. They understood each other in a way that did not need explanation.Rosalinda sat beside me and was wonderful the entire evening.And Pierre was just… Pierre. Easy, warm, and completely natural. Not a single awkward moment, which I had quietly been worried about before dinner. He spoke to me like some

Last Updated : 2026-04-06

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