Todos os capítulos de HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Isabella’s POVI left before he could say anything else. The motel air followed me outside, clinging to my skin, or maybe that was just the weight of everything he had said. My steps felt uneven, like my body hadn’t quite caught up with my mind. Say it’s mine. I got into the car and sat there for a while without starting it. My hand rested on the steering wheel, fingers still, but inside, everything felt loud. Marcus’s voice. Claire’s voice. Lila’s voice. Who do you love? That question pressed harder now, like it had followed me here and settled into the passenger seat beside me, refusing to leave.I started the car anyway.The drive blurred. I passed familiar streets without seeing them, my thoughts folding into each other, replaying moments, rearranging them, trying to force clarity out of something that refused to be simple. Every time I leaned toward one answer, another thought cut through it. Every time I reached for one name, another face surfaced.By the time I got back to the

Isabella’s POVThe door flew open harder than I intended, the sound slamming against the wall and echoing down the hallway. I didn’t slow down. My chest felt tight, like something was pressing in from the inside. The word wouldn’t leave my head.Adopted.It didn’t fit. It didn’t sit right. It kept pushing against everything I thought I knew about this house, about us, about him.I took the stairs too fast, my hand brushing the railing just to steady myself. The house felt different on the way down. Voices drifted from the living room. My mom’s soft tone, Victor’s deeper one. Normal. Calm.I stepped into the room, both of them turned at the same time. My mom’s face changed first, her expression tightening with concern as her eyes moved over me. “Isabella? What’s wrong?”Victor straightened slightly in his seat, watching me with a sharper focus. “You look upset. What happened?”I stopped a few steps into the room, my hands still clenched at my sides. I could feel my pulse in my fingers,

Lila’s POVI could not sleep after what I heard in Isabella’s room. My mind kept spinning with her words…pregnant, not sure who the father is, Marcus, Alex, Lucas, Ethan… all of them. My heart was beating fast, a mix of shock and something hotter, something I could not name. Claire looked destroyed. Isabella looked broken. And me? I felt alive in a dangerous way.I stood in front of the mirror in my room and took a deep breath. I wanted to look good tonight. Really good. I slipped into a thin silk nightdress that hugged my body, the one with the low neckline and short hem. It was soft against my skin. I brushed my hair until it fell in loose waves, put on a little lip gloss, and sprayed a light perfume on my neck and wrists. The scent was sweet and warm. I looked at myself one last time. My cheeks were flushed. Good.The house was quiet. Everyone had gone to bed. I stepped out into the hallway on bare feet. The floor was cool under my soles. I moved slowly, carefully, my heart racing

Lila’s POVI stayed hidden in the shadows at the bottom of the stairs, heart hammering. The kitchen argument between Ethan and Isabella was getting louder, their voices sharp and raw. I had caused this. Part of me felt a thrill, but another part knew I needed to move before they spotted me. Isabella suddenly turned away from Ethan, her robe swirling around her legs. “I can’t do this right now,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’m done.”She started walking toward the hallway that led to the terrace. My stomach dropped. If she came this way, she would see me. I turned fast and ran on bare feet, quiet as I could, back up the stairs and then down the side corridor that opened onto the terrace from the other end. My nightdress fluttered around my thighs as I moved. I slipped outside into the cool night air and pressed myself against the wall, trying to catch my breath.The ocean waves crashed softly below. The terrace was dark except for the moonlight on the stone. I thought I had made it

Lila’s POVIsabella’s hand was still halfway raised, like she had been ready to swing at me. Claire had one arm across Isabella’s chest, holding her back. I stood there with my arms crossed, the thin silk nightdress sticking to my skin from the cool breeze, my heart still pounding from the almost-fight.Isabella’s mother looked at each of us slowly. She was in a long white robe, hair pulled back loosely, eyes sharp even though she had clearly just woken up. “I asked a question,” she said, her voice low but firm. “What is going on here? I heard shouting all the way from my room. It sounded like you three were about to tear each other apart.”No one spoke. Isabella dropped her hand and stared at the stone floor. Claire’s grip on her loosened, but she stayed close, like she was ready to jump in again if I said the wrong thing. I felt a small smile tug at my lips. Isabella’s mother took another step forward. The moonlight caught her face, showing the worry lines around her eyes. “Isabell