All Chapters of HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Sister's Affair Exposed

Maria stood up first, arranging her skirt like she was about to greet some company. I pulled the dress back on, although it was torn at the shoulder and all… and unlocked the door.Claire stood there a mess… hair wild, mascara streaked, still in the pale-blue cocktail dress she wore to the rehearsal dinner. Behind her: were two uniformed men and Detective Reyes.Claire’s eyes flicked between us, taking in the state of the room, our dishevelled appearances, the letter on the floor. She didn’t comment. Just stepped inside and shut the door on the police.“They’re searching the whole house,” she said breathlessly. “They found the hidden server in the basement… Lila’s mom’s backup. They’re pulling everything. And Uncle Daniel… he’s downstairs. With Vanessa. They brought lawyers. They’re saying my affair with him was coercion. That he recorded me without consent. That I’m a victim.”Claire’s voice cracked on the last word.I stared at her. Claire…my half-sister, the one who confessed every

The Last Walk

The hallway stretched like a tunnel of judgment. Uniformed officers lined the walls, radios crackling with clipped updates. Phones lit up faces in blue-white glows. Everyone scrolling, watching the scandal unfold in real time. My name was already trending in local groups. Maxwell. Secrets. Videos. The words chased me like echoes.I kept my head high, bare feet silent on the cold marble. The torn dress clung to my skin, shoulder gaping open like an accusation. I didn’t look at anyone. Not the officer who stepped aside too quickly, as I walked past the grand staircase where Lila and I used to slide down the bannister on Christmas mornings. My room was at the far end of the east wing—far enough from the main chaos that the noise dulled to a low hum when I closed the door behind me. The lock clicked. I stood there breathing. Chest rising and falling too fast.The mirror across from the bed showed a stranger: mascara smudged into dark half-moons, hair tangled like I’d been dragged through

Single Uncle's Plan

The foyer had become someone else's war room. Detective Reyes stood near the fireplace, voice low and even, pen scratching across her notepad while Dad answered in monosyllables, jaw tight enough to crack teeth. Camilla was already gone; I watched the cruiser pull away twenty minutes earlier, her profile framed in the window like a portrait being carried out of a burning museum—chin up, expression blank.Mom was upstairs in the guest room, giving her statement. Victor stayed with her; I could hear the low rumble of his voice through the floorboards when the house went quiet between radio calls. The twins had been split…. Ethan was locked in the study with his lawyer, Noah was in the library, refusing to open his mouth until his own arrived. Lucas was out on the terrace; every time I glanced through the French doors, I saw the orange glow of his cigarette flare, hold, then fade as he let it burn down without drawing. Claire stayed curled on the ssitting roomcouch just off the foyer, k

Somewhere Warm

The service stairs were narrow and dim, lit only by the faint emergency bulbs that flickered every few steps. I went first, backpack slung over one shoulder, bare feet silent on the cold wood. Behind me, Mom moved quickly, suitcase bumping softly against her leg. Victor walked besides her, holding a duffel in one hand, the other resting lightly on Mom’s back like he was guiding her through a minefield.We passed the second-floor landing. Voices drifted up from the foyer, the kind of clipped questions police ask when they already know the answers. No one looked our way.We reached the kitchen. The side door was only a few feet from the fridge. I pushed it open. The SUV waited in the shadows of the service drive, engine idling so low it was more vibration than sound.Mom slid into the front passenger seat without a word. Victor tossed his duffel in the back and took the wheel. I climbed into the middle row, and set the backpack between my feet.Maria and Lila stood in the open doorway,

Into The Light

I woke up to the sound of my tummy churning. I was starving but still had no appetite.Victor didn't pull over for dinner while we drove down here. Scared we were being trailed.I rolled out of bed around ten, put on one of Victor’s old T-shirts I found in the laundry room last night; it felt soft against my skin, faded navy, still carried his scent, and I walked barefoot downstairs.The kitchen was open to the terrace. Mom was already there, her hair in a loose knot, wearing linen shorts and a tank top. She was barefoot, too. She was slicing mangoes on a wooden board, and juice ran over her fingers. Maria sat at the island, sipping coffee and scrolling through her phone with a frown that deepened every few seconds. Lila sat cross-legged on a barstool, eating cereal straight from the box, eyes puffy like she cried half the night.Victor was outside… shirtless, backing us as he did slow push-ups on the grass near the infinity pool. His shoulders flexed with each rep; scars I never noti

The Last Goodbye

The sun was already brutal by eleven, turning the terrace tiles hot under my bare feet. I stood at the railing, coffee mug cooling in my hands, watching the ocean glitter like it didn’t know anything had changed. Behind me, the others were still at the table—plates half-empty, voices low. Victor’s chair scraped back first.He walked over and stopped close enough that I felt the shift in air when he leaned on the railing beside me.“You’re quiet this morning,” he said.I took a sip. Coffee had gone lukewarm. “Thinking.”“About Camilla?”“About everything.” I set the mug down. “I need to get out, get air. Talk to people who aren’t us. Normal shit.”His jaw tightened, the same small flex it always did when he didn’t like something but wasn’t going to argue yet.“It's not safe, and you know,” he said. “Not yet. The media are still sniffing around the islands. One clear shot of you and the headlines start again.”“I’ll wear sunglasses and a hat. Keep my head down. There’s that little place

Borrowed Control

Isabella’s POV The house phone rang. It sat on the side table in the foyer, black rotary thing no one ever used anymore, but Victor had insisted on keeping it connected. Old habits.He picked it up on the second ring. Listened, his face hardened.“She’s here,” he said into the receiver. Then, hung up without another word, turned to us. “At the gate.”Mom straightened from where she’d been leaning against the kitchen island, and coffee mug halfway to her lips. Placed it down hard enough that liquid sloshed over the rim.I felt it in my chest first, a tight squeeze, then a sudden kick of adrenaline that made my fingertips tingle. The robe I’d thrown on after the pool still hung loose, belt barely knotted. Hair damp and tangled from the wind earlier. We moved as one… Victor leading, Mom beside him, Maria and Lila falling in behind me. No one spoke. Just footsteps echo down the hallway, out the front door, onto the wide stone porch that overlooked the drive.Camilla stood outside the wr

Twins' Escape

Isabella’s POV The sun hammered down on the terrace like it had a personal grudge. Late lunch sat mostly untouched on the teak table—grilled fish cooling, pasta, beer bottles sweating rings onto the wood. I stretched out on a lounger in one of Maria’s spare bikinis, holding my phone, airplane mode turned on, thumb scrolling through cached news alerts I didn’t really read pretending the headlines weren’t still screaming our names across every feed.Victor’s phone vibrated, rang out. A sharp sound that made my stomach clench before I even registered the sound.He wiped his hands on a rag, answered without glancing at the screen.“Victor.”Pause. His shoulders locked. Jaw muscle jumped once.“Slow down, where are you?” He askedLonger pause. His eyes flicked to me… quick, unreadable.“Put it on speaker.” I mouthed.He tapped the button. Ethan’s voice burst out cracked, wind-whipped, traffic roaring behind it.“…we’re on the move. Noah’s driving. Took Dad’s black Range Rover from the gar

The Seduction

Victor’s last line hung in the warm night air like smoke after a gunshot.“Behave,” he said again, slower this time, eyes flicking between the twins. “I don’t want you both breeding my daughter under my roof.”The security guys shifted their weight. Mom sucked in a tiny breath. Lila made a small, shocked sound that she tried to cover with a cough. Ethan’s mouth twitched…half smirk, half grimace. Noah just stared at the gravel like it might swallow him.I felt heat rush up my neck, fast and furious. It's not embarrassment. Rage. Pure, bright, burning rage.My daughter.Like I was still sixteen and needed protection from boys with wandering hands. Like the past six months hadn’t happened. Like I hadn’t already fucked every single person standing in this driveway at one point or another, including him. Like my body, my choices, my mistakes weren’t mine to own anymore.I turned on my heel without a word and walked straight back into the house. Bare feet slapping tile. Robe flapping open.

Driver's Warning

Isabella’s POV The tires crunched gravel before dawn—low diesel rumble that cut through the quiet house like a warning. The engine idled for a few seconds, then died.Victor was already up, standing at the kitchen window with a mug in his hand, staring out. He didn’t turn when the security lights snapped on, flooding the drive in harsh white.“Marcus,” he said. Voice flat, not surprised.Mom appeared in the doorway… hair loose, sleep-rumpled T-shirt slipping off one shoulder. She glanced at Victor, then at the window.“Is he alone?”Victor nodded once.The front door opened, footsteps on the porch. Then Marcus’s voice rang low, careful.“I know you’re watching, but I’m not here to cause trouble.”Victor placed the mug down and walked to the door. Opened it wider.Marcus stood at the bottom of the steps, hoodie up, hands visible, palms out. Black van idling behind him, headlights off now.Victor didn’t step aside. “Say what you came to say,” he told him.Marcus looked past Victor… eye

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