All Chapters of HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Isabella’s POV “He brought lawyers.”The words landed like a gunshot.Lucas’s shoulders straightened and his eyes narrowed slightly as he stood near the bed.Claire looked exhausted already. She rubbed a hand over her face, her shoulders slumping. “Of course he did.”Marcus frowned sharply. “Why would Richard bring lawyers to a hospital?”Ethan shut the door behind him harder than necessary. The sound echoed in the small space. “Because reporters are everywhere downstairs and apparently somebody leaked enough documents to turn this into a legal issue.”Mom went pale again. Her face lost what little color it had left. “What documents?”Ethan looked directly at her. “Adoption records.”Lucas laughed softly under his breath. Not amused. Not sane either. The sound came out rough and tired.“Fantastic.”Claire stepped toward Ethan quickly. “Did you see Richard?”“Yeah.”“And?”Ethan hesitated. That hesitation pulled everybody tighter. The tension in the room grew thicker. My stomach felt

Isabella’s POV “I'm sick of this bullshit, You ’re not keeping me here any longer.” The words came out before the doctor even finished speaking. Everybody turned toward me. The muted television on the wall kept flashing headlines in silence behind us, the bright colors reflecting off the beige walls and the metal rails of my bed. I couldn’t look at it anymore. I couldn’t stay in this room another second listening to machines beep while strangers debated my bloodline on national television. The doctor frowned. He stood near the end of the bed with his clipboard in hand, his white coat slightly wrinkled from the long night. “Miss Isabella, with the bleeding and stress levels…”“I said I’m leaving, that's final.”Claire stepped closer instantly. Her shoes made soft sounds on the tile floor. “Bella.”“No.” My voice sharpened. I shifted against the pillows, and the IV line tugged at my arm. “I can’t breathe in here anymore.”Lucas looked at me carefully now, his eyes moved over my face

Isabella’s POV “That’s fake.”Mom’s voice yelled so quickly it barely sounded like her own. She stood in the middle of the narrow tunnel, her posture rigid but her hands trembling at her sides.Lucas still held the phone out toward me. The screen glowed in the dim underground light, casting a pale blue light on our faces. Camilla in a hospital bed. Pale. Younger. Holding me against her chest with tears already on her face. Not the cold woman Blair had described for years.“No,” Camilla whispered from behind us. “That picture was taken after she was born.”Everybody turned toward her. The group stopped moving in the narrow passage. Security guards shifted uncomfortably behind us, their shoes scraping against the concrete.Mom stepped forward so fast one of the guards instinctively moved between them. Her face flushed with anger, her breathing rough and audible in the quiet tunnel.“You lying bitch.”“Blair…” Claire started, reaching out a hand.“No.” Mom pointed directly at Camilla no

Isabella’s POV “You leaked it.” Lila’s voice cut through the tunnel before anybody else could speak again. Lucas looked at her slowly. His body turned toward her with deliberate control. “Excuse me?”“The engagement story.” Her grip tightened around the folded paper, knuckles showing white. “You leaked it before Richard could control it.”“That might be the dumbest thing anybody’s said tonight,” Marcus muttered. He leaned against the rough wall, arms still crossed tight over his chest.Lila ignored him completely, eyes fixed on Lucas. Her posture stayed straight despite the exhaustion visible in the lines around her mouth. “You wanted Isabella to see it before the announcement became public.”Lucas stared at her for a long second like he genuinely couldn’t believe she was serious. His jaw worked once, the muscle flexing under the skin. “You think I’d blackmail myself into a marriage?”“I think you’ve been acting irrationally for weeks.”His shoulders tensed and his hands stayed loos

Isabella’s POV “You knew she was your daughter before the scandal happened?” Claire’s voice yelled, so loud that even the security guards outside turned their heads. Richard looked at Lila. “Enough.”“No,” she replied calmly. She stood straight near the center of the room. “I’m tired of being the only person in this family expected to stay quiet.”“You are not family,” Blair snapped, her hands gripping her purse tighter.Lila looked at her slowly, a small, tired curve touched the corner of her mouth. “That’s funny coming from the woman who stole somebody else’s baby. You're Jealous I carry Richard’s blood.”Blair face lost all color, and she took a small step back, one hand reaching for the back of a chair to steady herself.Marcus muttered under his breath, “Jesus Christ, nobody in this house fights fair.” He rubbed a hand over his face, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion.Richard stepped forward. “Lila.”But she ignored him completely, eyes still on Blair. “You know what the d