Todos os capítulos de Her Enemy’s Forbidden Temptation : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Vina had stopped counting the nights she promised herself this would be the last one.The room was dark, the air still carrying the faint vanilla ghost of yesterday’s candle, and six months of silence pressed in on her chest—six months of stolen looks at family dinners, whispered excuses, and the slow, terrifying realization that wanting Ethan, her sister’s husband, no longer felt like a choice. She laid naked on her back, knees bent high, thighs fallen wide open, craving for pleasure.The thick silicone vibrator hummed low against her clit—slow, relentless circles that made her hips twitch every few seconds. She dragged it down through her folds, then pressed the curved head inside just enough to stretch her entrance, letting the buzz sink deep before pulling it back to her swollen clit.Her breath came in shallow pants. Eyes squeezed shut. Mind locked on him. On the way it all began: Ash’s miscarriage last summer, the way Ethan had leaned on Vina for support while Ash shut down. One

Ashley’s POVI pushed through the glass doors of Ethan’s office building at 11:50 on the dot, the same way I always did when I brought him lunch or just wanted to steal ten minutes of his day. The receptionist gave me her usual small smile and waved me through without buzzing. Familiarity has its perks. The hallway smelled faintly of coffee and printer toner. My heels clicked softly against the polished concrete.Everything felt normal. I felt normal. Until I didn’t. I was maybe ten steps from his door when the voices leaked out—low, urgent, the kind of murmur people use when they think no one else is listening. “We will have a wedding and be powerful. You become my legitimate wife, and Ash can’t touch us.” Three words hit like ice water down my spine. Wedding. Legitimate wife.Ash can’t touch us. My feet stopped moving before my brain caught up, but inside, something ignited—a slow burn starting in my chest, spreading like wildfire through my veins. How dare he? How d

Ashley’s POVThe mansion felt colder after midnight. My heels clicked across the foyer marble like accusations no one else could hear. Richard, my dad was upstairs, lost to sleep and whatever pill he took to keep the world quiet. Ethan had come in late again, shirt collar open, bourbon already settling into his bloodstream. He thought the night was over.I knew better.He was in the study, standing at the window like some tragic king surveying his kingdom. The city lights painted long gold streaks across his face. I let the USB dangle from my fingers so he would see it before I spoke.“You really believed I’d just hand this over and disappear?” My voice stayed soft, almost conversational. “Plug it in. Let me see what you’ve been building with my money.”He turned. For one heartbeat his expression flickered—something close to surprise—then smoothed into that familiar, lazy confidence. He took the drive, slotted it home. The screen bloomed.Folders I wasn’t supposed to recognize so easi