HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Isabella's POV I opened my eyes slightly. Sunlight came through the curtains like it personally wanted to punish me for last night. I woke up feeling like someone had taken my body apart and put it back together with the wrong instructions. My thighs ached in a way that made me blush just thinking about why. My lips were still a little swollen. And between my legs… yeah, still a bit sensitive.I rolled over, buried my face in the pillow, and groaned into it like that would make the memories disappear. “Fuck” I screamed. They didn't. I could still see Dad’s hands gripping Lila’s hips. Still hear that low, broken groan when he came. I still felt that heat that pooled low in my belly while I watched… like my own body decided to betray me in real time.Last night I didn’t fall asleep immediately, I thought of the last time I was in someone arms.That was with Lucas from three summers ago.I was twenty, he was twenty-five. He had come back for a month between jobs.I was crying in my

Isabella's POVThe drive home from brunch felt longer than usual. I pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and just sat there gripping the wheel until my knuckles ached.The mansion looked innocent from outside. White stone, climbing roses, the whole postcard fantasy.Inside was a different building entirely. I walked in through the side door.The kitchen was empty. Maria must’ve been upstairs. I grabbed a glass of water, drank it all in one gulp, and then I heard voices coming from the living room, low and intimate, the kind of tone people use when they think no one else is listening.I froze.Camilla’s laugh was throaty, the one she used when she was winning something.I moved closer to the doorway. She was on the sofa, legs tucked under her, backing Richard.“You’re so busy lately, darling,” she murmured. “Let me help.”Richard’s voice came out rougher than usual. “I’m fine.”“No, you're not.” She reached up, caught one of his hands, and brought his knuckles to her lips. Kiss

Isabella’s POV I dragged myself out of bed around nine and stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. It was my turn to use a concealer in covering the worst of the marks.I wore a high-neck top, long jeans. I picked up my phone, messages from my twin brothers about their return flooding my phone. I told them I didn't care. They should remain there, or fuck their way to hell.Deep down I knew I lied. I wanted them home so badly. Something about them made me feel… wanted.When I finally went downstairs, the kitchen smelled of pancakes and bacon.Dad was at the island, scrolling through emails on his phone, he only went to work when it was very important.Camilla was pouring orange juice into glasses, looking calm, and perfect like last night had been a dream.I won't lie she was beautiful and pretty, Dad really got eyes for good things.She looked up when I walked in and smiled. The same warm, motherly smile she always gave me in the morning. “Good morning, darling. Did you sleep

Isabella’s POVI avoided everyone like my life depended on it. After I snucked into my room, at 5.am., in the morning, I left Ethan still asleep and snoring lightly.I locked my door, curtains drawn, and my phone on Do Not Disturb. I told Maria I had a migraine when she knocked with a tray of tea and toast. She left it outside without pushing to know what was wrong. One of the things I liked about her.But Sasha wasn't buying it.My phone lit up around noon with her flashing like an accusation.*What's up with you. You ghosting me now? What the hell is going on in that house?*I stared at the message until the screen went dark. Then It buzzed again.*Isabella. Answer me. Else, I'm coming over.*I kicked my foot in the air, groaned, and typed back quickly before I could grit it.*Fine. Back gate. 2 p.m.*I didn't want her inside the main house. Not today. Not with Noah’s taste still lingering in my memory and Ethan’s quiet stare burning burning holes in my brain. She showed up at 2:0

Isabella’s POVI thought I could keep like separate boxes in my head: One for Lila’s bed and her wicked smile. One for Camilla’s satin robe and her clinical, filthy “examinations.”One for Noah’s desperate hallway kiss. One for Ethan’s quiet confession and the way he looked at me while he poured his seed inside me.But the shitty boxes were leaking. And the leak smelled like guilt and jasmine and the metallic tang of secrets that were starting to rust.Claire called me at 10 a.m on a Tuesday. I was reluctant to pick, I wasn't cut for any kind of stress that day.I picked eventually, what's family for. Her voice cracked on the first word.“Bella? Can you come over? I need… I need to talk.”I didn't ask any questions. I just grabbed my car keys.Claire’s apartment was twenty minutes away. It was high-rise, glass walls, and gave you a view of the city that made you feel like we're floating above ear else’s mess.She opened the door in yoga pants and an oversized hoodie, her eyes were