All Chapters of HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I remembered Claire’s voice over the phone mid-afternoon begging, sobbing. “Isabella please, just this last time.” Now, I had to do all I could to get Kelvin marry her.I stood outside his downtown apartment building at 11:47 p.m., My hands were cold despite the warm night air. Claire’s fiancé… the man who had called off their wedding after the first leaks, was the last person I wanted to see. But the wedding rehearsal dinner was still scheduled for tomorrow afternoon at the family estate. Invitations hadn’t been canceled. The cake was ordered. The press was already camped outside. And Claire was falling apart in her room, begging me to fix it.I had one card left.The video.I found it buried in Camilla’s final dead-man package, the one Marcus had stolen. Kelvin, naked and sweating, fucking Victoria on Claire’s couch and Camila watching from the leather chair, legs spread, touching herself. The angle was perfect. Their faces clear. The sounds unmistakable. It was the kind of leverag

Isabella’s POV Later that same night, after the rehearsal dinner officially ended. Guests strolled out, champagne flutes collected, string lights dimmed to a soft glow. The house felt empty again. I was still buzzing from the twins’ ambush in the gazebo, skin sticky under my dress, lips bruised. I couldn't face my room yet, face Mom’s knowing eyes, or Victor’s quiet guilt. So I texted Marcus: *Let's meet. Now.* He replied instantly. "Back gate. Five minutes.*The back gate creaked when I pushed through it, the old iron protesting like it knew secrets. Marcus’s black van was already idling in the service alley, lights off, and engine on a low purr. He didn’t get out, only reached across and popped the passenger door from inside.I climbed in. The vab smelt like … leather, faint cigarette smoke he swears he quit, the clean sweat of a man who’s been tense all night. He was in a dark hoodie now, hood up, shadowing his face. No uniform. No pretence.“Rough night?” he asked without look

Isabella’s POV I dozed in fits on the couch in the sunroom, my still thighs sticky with dried evidence of last night’s betrayals. Breakfast was supposed to be “family only” on the terrace at 9:00. My phone buzzed at 8:47 again. Same unknown number, no text this time. Just a live-location pin dropping right at our front gate. And a single line: “They’re here. All of them. Run or watch it burn.”I didn't run or flinch. I walked out the front door barefoot, outfit wrinkled, hair a mess, like I’m stepping into battle in yesterday’s armor.The gate was already opened, and someone must have buzzed them in. Two black SUVs were parked crooked in the circular drive. Doors opened. Uncle Daniel stepped out first—Claire’s long-time secret. He’s wearing a weekend casual: polo, khakis, but his face is thunder. Behind him, his wife Victoria—tall, sharp cheekbones, red hair pulled into a severe knot, she looked like she’s about to commit a crime and enjoy every second of it. Their twins, in their mi

Isabella’s POV I saw Lila dash out of the house.“Lila!” I called out. She hesitated but walked down to where we stood, her gazed drop to our joined hands. She swallowed.“What's going on?” Lucas asked, looking towards the house.“I heard Camilla in the study… she called the police.”I clenched my fist. “That batch is crazy.” We didn’t run or didn’t hide. We walked straight back into the house still hand in hand, still flushed and reeking of each other, straight into the lion’s den. The dining room looked like war just happened: overturned chairs, shattered glass, and blood smears on the white tablecloth. Uncle Daniel and his family had long gone, and we heard tires squealing down the drive five minutes ago. Dad’s stood at one corner, talking on the phone, voice low and furious, probably his lawyers. Mom and Victor were standing near the French doors, faces pale. The twins slumped on the sofa, ice packs pressed to split lips. And Camilla… Camilla was waiting for us at the foot of

The door bursts open. Detective Reyes walked in, didn't even blink at the sight of us naked… me tied down, to Camilla’s hand raised with a flogger. The two uniforms behind her blinked. One coughed and cleared his throat. The other shifts his gaze immediately. Reyes just stepped closer, holding a warrant in her hand, voice calm as if it's a normal sight for her.“Ms. Camilla Maxwell,” she said, “you’re under arrest for multiple counts of non-consensual distribution of intimate images, invasion of privacy, and conspiracy to commit same. You have the right to remain silent…”Camilla didn’t even fight or stand her ground. She smiled satisfied and extended her wrists like she’s offering a gift.“Read me the rest downstairs,” she muttered to Reyes. “I’d like to finish comforting my stepdaughter first.”Reyes shrugged and nodded to the uniform officers. They cuffed Camilla, almost respectfully, and led her out. She glanced back at me once over her shoulder, her eyes soft for the first time