Todos os capítulos de HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Lila’s POVRichard’s eyes stayed locked on me after Maria’s words. His chest rose and fell fast, like he had run up the stairs instead of walking across the driveway. The veins in his neck stood out sharp under the moonlight. He took two quick steps toward me, his hand wrapping around my upper arm. His fingers were hot and trembling just a little.“Come with me,” he said, voice low and rough. “Now.”He pulled me away from the group, down the stone steps to the side garden path where the tall hedges blocked the terrace light. His grip stayed firm but not painful. I could feel the calluses on his palm against my bare skin. My own pulse beat hard under his fingers. The others stayed behind… Isabella’s mother calling out once, “Richard, wait,” but he didn’t stop. Claire and Isabella didn’t follow. Their footsteps stayed on the terrace stone.We stopped under the big palm tree, far enough that their voices became muffled. Richard let go of my arm. He ran both hands through his hair, then d

Lila’s Pov The four of us, Richard, Maria, and I the walked back toward the house. The terrace light caught on Richard’s wet cheeks. His hand stayed tight around mine, his other arm around Maria’s waist. No one else spoke. The ocean kept rolling below us, steady and loud, while everything above it changed in the middle of the night.The group moved toward the garage in silence. Richard kept one arm around Maria’s waist and held my hand with the other. His palm was still damp, fingers gripping tight like he was afraid we might vanish. Maria walked beside him, her steps slow and careful, pajamas loose on her frame. I trailed just behind, the thin silk nightdress brushing my thighs with every step, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my bare legs. Isabella, Claire, and Isabella’s mother followed at a distance, their footsteps scraping on the gravel like they couldn’t decide whether to stop us or let us go.We reached the garage. The big doors were already open. Richard’s black car

Claire held the small envelope with the DNA samples tightly in her hand. She looked at it for a long moment, then slipped it into her bag like it was something dangerous.“We send this today,” she said quietly. “No delays. The lab Richard arranged will have the results in forty-eight hours. We keep everything quiet until after the wedding.”I nodded, but my stomach felt heavy. Forty-eight hours. Two days until the wedding, and then the truth would come crashing in. I rubbed my arms again, trying to push away the cold feeling that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.My mom stood up and walked over to the window. She stared out at the ocean for a few seconds before turning back to us. “The wedding preparations start properly today. The florist is coming at ten. The caterer at noon. The seamstress is bringing the final fitting for Claire’s dress this afternoon. We act normal. We smile. We do not let any of this show on our faces.”Claire gave a small, tired smile. “Normal. Right

Isabella’s POVI was standing at the entrance with a tray of welcome envelopes balanced in both hands, smiling at a couple I barely knew, when the black SUV pulled up.My smile faltered.The woman in front of me kept talking. “The view is just stunning, isn’t it?”“Mm-hm,” I said, barely hearing her.The passenger door opened.My grip tightened on the tray. “No,” I whispered.Then Alex stepped out.For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even look away.The woman noticed. “Isabella?”I swallowed hard and forced my face back into place. “Sorry. Long morning.”Alex had already started walking toward the venue, like he belonged here. Like he hadn’t just dragged my entire body back into a memory I’d been trying to bury.Then the other door opened.Sasha.My heart dropped in a different way.She looked up, spotted me, and lifted a hand. “Bella!”I didn’t answer.My feet moved before my brain did. I stepped back from the couple, muttered, “Excuse me,” and walked fast in th

Isabella’s POVThe rest of the day passed in a blur of flowers, music checks, and forced smiles. By evening, the beach had been transformed. Rows of white chairs faced the ocean, with a simple arch covered in white roses and soft blue ribbons at the front. String lights hung in gentle loops between palm trees, ready to glow when the sun went down. The rehearsal dinner was set up on the terrace — long tables with crisp white cloths, candles already lit, and the smell of fresh seafood and citrus drifting from the kitchen.I stood near the entrance again, this time holding a glass of sparkling water instead of welcome envelopes. My dress was simple — a soft lavender one that hid the slight changes in my body. I kept one hand lightly on my stomach when no one was looking. The nausea had settled a little, but the anxiety had not.Claire looked beautiful. She wore a flowing white sundress for the rehearsal, her hair loose and wavy from the sea air. She moved between guests with easy grace,