All Chapters of HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Driver’s Ride

Isabella's POVI couldn’t be in the house another minute. I needed to think, what did Maria mean when she said mom left to protect me?The twins were downstairs, laughing too loudly. Camilla was humming in the kitchen like nothing was wrong. Lila kept walking past my window with that, knowing dirty little smile. I needed to get out before I screamed.I found Marcus in the garage, polishing the hood of the Bentley. He looked up when I stepped inside.“Miss Isabella,” he said. “Something wrong?”I hugged my arms around myself. “I need to leave. Not just the house. The whole… feeling. Right now, you're the only one I can trust. Let's get out of here for now.”He studied me for a moment, his expression kind and innocent. Then he nodded once. “Front seat or back?”“Front,” I said. “I don’t want to feel like a passenger tonight.”He opened the passenger door for me. I slid in. He went round and got behind the wheel.We pulled out without another word.He took the coastal road

Sister’s Wedding Prep

Isabella’s POVClaire’s wedding dress fitting was supposed to be the one normal thing left in my life. Just champagne, laughter, lace, and no secrets crawling out of the shadows. I held onto that idea like a lifeline. I needed one afternoon where I wasn’t thinking about what Maria told me or the way Lucas had held me while whispering he loved me as he came inside me.I was so wrong.The boutique was small, exclusive, tucked in a quiet corner of the city. It had white walls, soft lighting, racks of silk and tulle that cost more than most people’s cars. Claire stood on the platform in front of a three-way mirror, turning slowly while the seamstress pinned the hem of her gown— ivory lace, off-the-shoulder, flowing beautifully on the floor.She looked radiant. And terrified.The seamstress stepped back. “Perfect,” she said, admiring her masterpiece.“Just a few more adjustments.”Claire met my eyes in the mirror. Her smile faded..“You okay?” I asked from the velvet chair.She s

Uncle’s Family Ties

“Issabella.”Dad bashed into my room unannounced. I woke up from sleep.“What now, Dad?” I groaned. Kicking the sheets off me.“Rise and shine baby… Take my card and go shopping with the girls.” He said closing in.“Seriously. Dad…”He cut in. “Dinner invitation… at Uncle Daniel’s.”The words stunged… I felt dread rising up my chest.“You okay? I thought. You'd be excited, you know, like be happy to catch up with your cousins.”“I'm fine Dad. I'll be there.” I said. Stretching and getting up from bed.“Perfect. And huh… Claire’s downstairs.” He said tossing me a cream envelope.I met Claire downstairs at the bar, handed her the envelope.The invitation came in a cream envelope with gold embossing. It looked formal, elegant, and terrifying.It read: *Dinner at the estate. Saturday, 7 p.m. Uncle Daniel and Aunt Victoria request the pleasure of your company. Dress appropriately.*Claire stared at the card like it was a death sentence.She sighed. “He’s doing this on purpose, He know

Brother’s Sex appeal

Isabella's POVLucas had been home for three days, and every time our eyes met across the room, I felt my tummy churn. I avoided him completely. I kept my distance, gave him short answers, quick exits, eyes on my phone or the floor. He didn’t chase after me. He didn't have to. He just… watched. Like he knew the truth would pull me under eventually.It didn’t take long.It was late, after midnight. The house was quiet, and everyone was asleep. I was in my room, sulking under the covers in nightwear, trying not to think of the embarrassing situation at Uncle Daniel's, trying not to think about Lucas.The door flew open without a knock. Lucas stormed in, slamming it shut behind him. He locked it with a sharp click. The energy around him wasn't friendly at all.I sat up fast, heart slamming against my ribs. “What the hell, Noah?”He stood there… shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low, hair messy like he had been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes were dark, furiou

Stepmother’s Lesson

Isabella's POVI woke up with Lucas’s scent still clinging to my skin… he left my room before I woke up.I avoided everyone all day… I stayed in my room, ignored texts from Claire, dodged the twins’ knocks. Camilla didn’t waste time on pleasantries.I found the note at exactly 11:47 p.m., slipped under my door like a quiet threat: cream card, black ink, her unmistakable handwriting.*Study. By midnight. Come alone. Bring nothing but yourself.*I stood in front of my mirror for a full minute staring at the faint marks still visible on my neck from Lucas’s teeth, I stared at the girl who looked back like she didn’t recognize herself anymore.I didn’t change. Didn’t shower. Didn’t even brush my hair. Just put on the same nightgown I wore when Lucas came to my room and walked down the hallway barefoot.The study door was closed. I turned the knob. Camilla was already inside, standing behind Dad’s desk in a black silk robe tied loosely at the waist. She wasn't on makeup tonight. Hair loo

Best Friend's Kiss For A Deal

Isabella's POVI stumbled back to my room, locked the door, and collapsed on my bed. I did nothing but just stared at the ceiling while Camilla’s voice rang in my head: *Get me that document by tomorrow, or the videos go everywhere.”The clock in my room ticked like a bomb countdown. How was I going to get past Dad's safe? It was in his private study. It had a biometric lock, cameras, and probably alarms. I couldn’t just waltz in. I needed a plan. A distraction. A way to get Dad out of the house long enough to figure it out.I needed help, and it had to come from someone outside the family. Someone who hated Camilla as much as I was starting to fear her.Sasha.I texted her before I could talk myself out of it.*Emergency. I Need you. Like now.*I tossed my phone somewhere on the bed, and went on with my normal activities for the day.*Sasha replied to me at 4 p.m.*Spa. My treat. Get ready I'll come pick you*Sasha knew too much already, but she might help me. Cause he'll, she owed m

Father’s Almost Kiss

Isabella's POVI avoided Dad for three days after that night with Camilla. Every time he walked into a room, I found an excuse to leave. It was either to make a phone call or I had a headache, “I need to help Claire with something.” He noticed. Of course he did, I'm usually not this way around him.He caught me in the kitchen at 7 a.m. on Thursday. There was no escaping this time.My hair still damp from the shower, coffee in my hand, trying to sneak back upstairs before anyone else woke up. “Isabella,” he said quietly. It wasn't a question. A summon.I froze at the base of the stairs, mug halfway to my lips. He was already dressed for the office, in a crisp white shirt, tie knotted perfectly, sleeves rolled to the elbows the way he always did when he was trying to look approachable. But his eyes weren’t approachable right now. They were searching mine.“Sit down.” he commanded. Nodding to the counter stool.I sat, crossing my leg but looking away from him. The guilt of betraying

Dark Truth Between Sex

Alex’s POVI never liked Camilla Maxwell. Since when I was a kid hanging around their house because Sasha dragged me there.Not when I was a teenager watching her walk through rooms like she owned every breath inside.Especially not now, at twenty-six, when I knew exactly what kind of woman she was: beautiful, ruthless, and addicted to control.Sasha had told me everything that happened at the Maxwells— Issabella’s session in the spa, the blackmail, the document, the videos Lila kept like trophies, it was so ridiculous, it got me furious.Isabella had also told me something else: She had a strong feeling, Camilla wasn’t the twin's real mother. Richard had married her after her mother left (or was pushed out… the stories were told differently). Camilla had raised them, molded them, fucked them. Birthed them.All I wanted was to hear her say it out loud.I waited until Thursday afternoon. The house was quiet. Richard was at work maybe, the twins went for some horse ride, and Isabel

Camilla’s Secret Exposed

Isabella's POVThe house felt like it was holding its breath; every low murmur of voices in the halls made me flinch. Camilla had been too quiet since the missed deadline. Sasha and Alex had failed woefully in getting me into Dad's safe, whatever was in there was enough to bring the country down. It had an alert that alerted him even if he wasn't home. Camilla no longer slid notes under my door. No more reminders of the videos she held like loaded guns. The silence from her was worse than the threats.I knew something was up. I could feel it in the way she looked at me across the breakfast table… No. She wasn't angry or disappointed I failed, but “patient*.Like a spider watching a fly walk into the web it had already spun.I needed to know what she was going to do with the recordings. I needed some kind of leverage.I needed something… anything to make her back off before Mom arrived next month and the wedding became a public execution.That’s why I was sneaking through the back ga

Father’s Rage

Richard’s POVI couldn’t breathe properly after Alex handed me the phone.The recording replayed in my skull for the next three hours while I sat in the study pretending to read reports. Camilla’s voice came through the speaker like a knife I had been carrying in my own chest for twenty-five years without knowing it was there, almost proud.*I faked the pregnancy and told Richard they were his to get him to marry me, I was tired of being his mistress. They're not mine*Six words at the end that gutted me more than the lie itself.*They’re not mine*That’s all it took to turn every memory of her holding my boys as infants, every time she called them “my sons” with that soft possessive smile, every night she slipped into their rooms after they turned eighteen, into something poisoned.I didn’t look at Isabella's face. I couldn’t. If I looked at her I would have seen the same green eyes my first wife had, the same eyes I had promised to protect when I married Camilla to give her a mo

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