All Chapters of HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Five More Minutes Of Maybe

Isabella’s POV I stayed sprawled on my bed in nothing but the thin cotton tank and boy shorts I’d thrown on after my shower, hair still damp and clinging to my neck. My skin felt too warm, too aware. I remember the way Alex had been looking at me from a hidden corner while I ate with Dad and Camila.I hadn’t even had time to catch my breath and think of how to deal with Camilla when the door opened.No knock. Just Alex. He walked inside like he belonged there, barefoot, wearing those low-slung sweats and a black T-shirt that hugged every stupidly perfect line of his shoulders and chest. His hair was messy in that way that said he’d been running his hands through it all evening, probably thinking about me the same way I’d been thinking about him.He didn’t speak at first. Just locked the door behind him, then leaned back against it, arms crossed, watching me like I was the only interesting thing left on the planet.“Hi,” I said. My voice came out breathier than I wanted. “That was fas

Two Mothers, One Table

Family dinner arrived. I sat at the head of the table next to Dad, trying to keep my breathing even. The dining room felt smaller tonight, candles throwing long shadows across the mahogany, rosemary scent from the lamb still hanging in the air. Everyone was here. Everyone who had ever mattered, and everyone who had ever hurt us, all in the same room for the first time in years.Mom—Blair stood by the sideboard pouring water like she’d never left. She wore a navy silk jersey dress, simple gold hoops, hair in a loose chignon. She looked calm and steady. Like the house had been waiting for her to come back and fill the quiet spaces she’d left behind.Then Camilla walked in.In an emerald-green silk that clung in all the right places, long sleeves, high neck, that keyhole slit at the back showing just a hint of skin. Diamonds at her ears and throat catching the candlelight. Heels clicking slow with that aura she always carried when she wanted to look imposing. She looked like she stepped

Tonight, Just Us

Isabella’s POVThe house had been quiet for days after that first awkward dinner with Camilla. No blowups. No slammed doors. It's just a fragile new normal where everyone tiptoed around each other like the floor might crack if we stepped too hard.Ethan and Noah had barely spoken to me since Alex told them the truth about Camilla. They weren’t avoiding me exactly—they just… disappeared. Pool house. Gym. Late-night drives. Places where they could be together without having to face the rest of us.I missed them.Not the flirting. Not the way they’d boxed me in against the island that night with heat in their eyes. I missed the boys who used to sneak into my room when we were kids, whispering stupid jokes until I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. I missed feeling like I had two big brothers who’d fight the world for me, even if they were idiots half the time.Ethan texted me at 1:17 a.m.*Can we talk? Let's meet at the pool house. Just the three of us.* I didn’t hesitate. I put on a t

What Love Sounds Like

Isabella’s POV “Shut up, are you serious right now?” Sasha's voice came through the line.“Yeah, like hell.” “I won't lie, I want that too.” She purred.I rolled my eyes. “No, really, sorry, but I don't wanna share any of them”“That's unfair Bella, you just gave me a literally description of how you fucked your stepbrothers together, how hot it was and your expect me to sit back?”“Yeah, why not show up, we'll talk about it.” I was pissed, Sasha always wanted what I got, right from when we became besties in middle school , sometimes during high-school I found out we were dating the same guy.I shook my head, put on my robe, slipped out of bed barefoot, the hallway was dark except for moonlight pooling on the floorboards. My mind ran through Mom’s careful smiles, the way Dad’s eyes lingered on her a second too long, the unspoken history hanging over the table while we had dinner that night.I told myself I was heading for water, or the library… anything but toward the terrace doors

Competing In The Purple Light

Isabella’s POV I dropped a text on the group chat around 8 p.m.: I need a night out. No drama, just drinks and dancing. Vault. 10?* I added the pin for The Vault—the underground spot downtown that only lets you in if you know someone. I knew someone. By the time we arrived, I was already a little buzzed from pre-gaming at home. The black dress I’d chosen was short, tight, low-cut, exactly the kind that makes heads turn and makes me feel dangerous. I wanted to feel dangerous tonight. We sat on the back booth: velvet seats, purple lights low enough to hide sins, bass so deep it rattled my ribs. Lila slid in right beside me, thigh pressed to thigh, her hand resting on my knee like it was the most natural place in the world. She always did that—casual claim, effortless ownership. Childhood friend. Almost-sister. The girl who knew me before I knew myself. I couldn’t stop glancing at the booth across from me.The purple lights in The Vault kept pulsing, turning everyone’s skin viol

Driver's Loyalty

I was almost stepping into the mansion when Camilla’s voice cracked through an open window sharp and accusing, something about “those fucking videos” and “Isabella’s marks.” I couldn’t hear the rest, because a black van sped and stopped at my front. Marcus. He whispered “Get in, now,” I didn’t argue. He slammed the sliding door behind us and the world narrowed to the dim glow of the dashboard clock 11:14 a.m. and the rough weave of the cargo blanket he shoved under my hips. The engine growled to life, vibrating up through my thighs as he drove out of the long driveway without headlights. “Where are we going?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted, a bit scared. “Somewhere they can’t find you tonight.” He didn’t look at me, eyes locked on the dark road unwinding ahead. His knuckles were white on the wheel, veins standing out like cords. “Cops might already be on their way. Or worse… your dad.” My stomach flipped. Dad. The word tasted sour. What was this about? Did Camilla

Stepmom's Control

Isabella’s POV We made it to a cheap roadside motel three counties away, paid cash, no questions. Now it’s late afternoon, the sun slanting through half-closed blinds, and my phone, now turned on again, lights up with a single incoming call. Camilla’s name glowed on the screen, sharp white letters on black. Marcus is in the shower; I can hear the water drumming steady against the tiles. I stared at the name until it almost feels like she’s already in the room.I swiped to answer before I talk myself out of it.“You’re on speaker,” she said before I can even say hello. Her voice is calm. The kind of calm that makes the hair lift on your arms. “And yes, I know exactly where you are. The van’s GPS pinged at a Shell station off I-95 at 4:42 this morning. Cute little motel with the flickering vacancy sign. Room 14, if the clerk’s description of the ‘pretty girl with the scared eyes’ is accurate.”My mouth went dry. I glanced toward the bathroom door. Steam is seeping under it now.“How

Sister's Breakdown

Isabella’s POV Marcus and I got back three hours ago. I woke up to the sound of someone crying in the hallway.It was too loud, not the kind you can pretend is the wind or a nightmare. This was ragged, choking sobs that made the floorboards creak every time the person tried to catch their breath. I knew that pitch. I heard it before, years ago, when Claire came home from her first real heartbreak and locked herself in the guest bathroom for three hours.I rolled out of bed, still wearing yesterday’s tank top and nothing else, and walked barefoot down the corridor. The sobs were coming from Claire’s old room… the one she still claimed whenever she stayed over, even though she had her own apartment downtown now.The door was slightly opened. I pushed it open without knocking.She was sitting on the floor with her back against the bed, knees pulled to her chest, face buried in her arms. Her phone lay face-down a few feet away like it had been thrown. The screen was still glowing faintly

Paternity Letters

Isabella’s POV I woke up alone in my own bed around dawn, sheets tangled, skin still sticky in spots. I’d left Claire’s room the moment she fell asleep. The house was eerily quiet; I needed coffee. I needed answers. Mostly, I needed to stop feeling like I was carrying someone else’s secrets in my bones.I slipped down the back staircase in bare feet and one of Marcus’s old hoodies I stole from the van yesterday. It smelt like him… motor oil, the faint musk of that night’s sweat, and that alone keeps my pulse steadier than it has any right to be.I walked past the study. Paused and went back; the door was ajar.Dad never leaves it open.I push it wider with one finger. The room smelled like old paper, leather, and the sharp scent of Camilla’s perfume lingering from whenever she was last in here. The desk lamp is still on, casting a warm pool over scattered files. One folder is open, with yellowed envelopes spilling out like spilled secrets.My name is on the top one, not even typed bu

Bedroom Confessions

Isabella’s POV Camilla didn’t say another word when she walked in on us; she just smiled that venomous smile she usually gives when she knows something everyone doesn't. She glanced at the crumpled letter in my fist and left without closing the door. Dad was weirdly silent, too. There was this look he gave Victor, like he was seeing a ghost, then walked away. No one’s spoken above a whisper. At 4:17 p.m. the front gate buzzer went off. The security footage on my phone showed a black cab pulling up. Mom stepped out alone. No luggage. Just a cream trench coat, dark sunglasses, and the kind of red lipstick that looks like fresh blood.I watched her from the upstairs landing window—heart slamming so hard I felt it in my teeth. Mom, Dad, Camilla, and Victor in one roof.The front door opened before she could knock. Victor. Of course, Victor opened it. But he didn’t hug her, didn't say he word. Just stepped aside and let her in.I walked down the hall, my bare feet silent on the runner d

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