All Chapters of FORBIDDEN DESIRES : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

EVA’S POVThe second the flash died, panic took over.I shoved myself off Clark’s lap so fast my knee banged the steering wheel. Pain shot up my leg but I barely felt it. My hands were already yanking my skirt down with my fingers fumbling with buttons, bra straps, anything that screamed caught.Clark was moving too zipping up, scanning the lot through the windows like a predator searching for prey.We both froze for a heartbeat, listening.We could only hear the low buzz of the overhead lights and distant city noise.I cracked the door open, half-expecting someone to jump out from behind a pillar. Clark got out on his side, circling the car, eyes sweeping every shadow, every parked vehicle.Gone.Whoever it was, they were fast…too fast.I hugged my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the sweat still clinging to my skin. “Someone took pictures..I know they did.”“I know Eva…I saw it too but don't worry about that alright.”Clark came back to me, hands gentle on my shoulders

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

EVA'S POV“Are you okay?” Rachel asked again, her voice pitched with just enough concern to sound genuine.I forced a smile that felt like cracking porcelain. “Yeah. Just… something went down the wrong way.”The lie tasted metallic. My throat still burned from the coughing fit, but the real fire was in my chest as panic clawed its way up, threatening to spill out in front of everyone.I pushed my chair back. “Excuse me..Bathroom.”No one stopped me. I walked fast down the hallway, heels clicking like gunshots on marble. The second the bathroom door closed behind me, I braced both hands on the sink and tried to breathe.In…Out….In….Out.It didn’t help.The photo stared back at me from my phone screen when I unlocked it again. Grainy but unmistakable: Clark’s head buried in my neck, my back arched against the seat, legs hooked around him. The timestamp in the corner matched the exact moment we’d lost control in the parking lot.No text…No caption….just the image. Sent from an unk

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

EVA’S POVRachel was performing.That was the only word for it.From the moment we stepped into Clark's house up until when Celine asked us to spend the night. “You are planning on moving in here after the wedding?? Or to Clark's main house??” Elijah asked.From the shocked look on Rachel's face I figured out she had no idea about the other main house.“Well, Clark and I haven’t decided yet.” She lied probably to escape embarrassment.Clark rolled his eyes as he shifted beside me on the sofa. I felt the subtle tension in his thigh where it brushed mine barely touching, but enough to remind me he was still aware of every inch between us.Celine set her glass down with deliberate care. Rachel either didn’t notice or refused to. She turned to Elijah instead. “So, Elijah, you’re studying abroad, right? London? How glamorous! Do you miss home at all?”He gave her a lazy once-over.“Sometimes…mostly I miss Mom’s cooking…The stuff in the UK tastes like regret.”Everyone chuckled except

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR

EVA'S POVThe message stared back at me from the screen like a venomous little snake coiled in the palm of my hand.If you don’t want these photos to go public, you’ll do exactly what I ask. Starting now.Still no name, no hint…just those cold, clinical words and the damning garden photo beneath them…Clark’s thumb on my jaw, my face tilted up to his, the exact second he’d said yes without a flicker of doubt.I sank onto the edge of the couch, legs suddenly boneless.The photo had been taken inside Clark’s property and from the garden and this only meant the person had been close enough to hear us breathing, close enough to capture the intimacy without flash, without warning.My mind raced through the only people who could have been there last night.Elijah ..goofy, loud, perpetually distracted by food and bad jokes. No…he’d spent the entire evening glued to the dining table or raiding the fridge. He hadn’t even stepped outside after dinner.Celine…the one who’d pulled me aside to war

CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE

EVA'S POVEven after I made a decision, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Clark’s face in the garden…open, certain, saying yes without hesitation. How was I supposed to look at him and lie? How was I supposed to break him on purpose?I couldn’t do this alone anymore.Before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. It rang twice.“Eva?” Clark’s voice came through, warm but cautious. “Is everything okay?”I swallowed hard. “Can you come over? Right now?”There was a short pause. “I’m in a meeting but I can leave…give me twenty minutes.”“Make it fifteen,” I whispered.He didn’t ask questions. “I’m on my way.”True to his word, seventeen minutes later my doorbell rang. I opened it to find Clark standing there in a charcoal suit, tie slightly loosened, concern etched deep between his brows. The moment he saw my face, his expression shifted from worry to alarm.“Eva, what happened?”I stepped aside to let him in, then

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX

EVA'S POVThe shock I had was still evident in my eyes.Daniel.The man I had been secretly paying to continue playing the role of my devoted fiancé. And now he was the one hiding in shadows, snapping photos, and demanding three-quarters of a million dollars?Rage burned so fiercely through me that I had to grip the edge of the couch to keep from screaming.How dare he.After everything I had already given him…after I had kept up this exhausting charade just to help keep his own secrets buried. He had the audacity to blackmail me, to threaten to destroy both Clark and me while I was still wiring him money every month to maintain the lie?I couldn’t speak at first. My mind raced, connecting every suspicious moment like lightning strikes.He had pushed so hard for me to take Clark’s offer of sponsoring our marriage before I caught his lie and to still think Rachel paid him to be with me in the first place.He was greedier than I ever imagined and the worst part? It all made perfect s

CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN

CLARK'S POV The folder lay open between us on my desk, but I couldn’t look at the papers anymore. All I could see was Eva’s face.She was trying to stay composed with her back straight and her hands folded in her lap but the fear was written all over her. I understood it instantly.She wasn’t just afraid for herself. She was terrified because the man she was publicly engaged to had pissed off a drug lord with serious reach. If anyone connected her to Daniel right now through the fake engagement, through the upcoming wedding plans, through the photos, she could become collateral damage. One wrong move and the people hunting him might decide she knew too much too Or worse, use her to draw him out.My chest tightened with a protective rage I hadn’t felt in years.“Eva,” I said quietly, pushing the folder aside. “Come here.”She hesitated for half a second, then stood and walked around the desk. The moment she was close enough, I reached out, caught her by the waist, and pulled he

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT

RACHEL'S POVIt's been two whole days of trying to reach out to Clark but to no avail.I call him and he doesn't pick up my calls…I text him and he ignores my text messages even after he sees it.I have gone to his office twice and whenever I go, his stupid secretary would always tell him he was out of sit and my frustration is so high right now.The wedding was in less than a week, and Clark has been treating me like I was invisible….like I was some annoying obligation instead of his future wife.There was no way in hell I was going to let him treat me like trash…the wedding is going to hold whether he fucking likes it or not.I stormed into Mom’s house without knocking. “Mom!” I called out, voice already shaking with frustration.Mom appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel as concern was written all over her face. “Rachel? Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You look like you’re about murder someone…what's the matter??”I dropped my bag on the couch and collapsed beside

CHAPTER FIFTY NINE

RACHEL'S POVThe threat landed like a punch to my gut.Daniel’s smirk was still hanging in the air between us as the martini glass trembled in my hand as I stared at him, fury and fear twisting together in my chest.“I have nothing to lose,” I hissed, trying to sound stronger than I felt. “You think you can blackmail me? Go ahead and tell Eva…tell Mom and see if I care.”Daniel laughed so loudly…that kind of laugh that almost made me hit a glass on his head.He leaned in closer, his breath carrying the faint smell of whiskey.“Between the two of us, princess, I’m the one with nothing to lose…I’m already running for my life…A little more chaos won’t change shit for me.” he said as he shifted closer, his face barely inches from mine. “But you? Can you really bear the thought of your darling fiancé Clark leaving you? Walking away the week before your perfect wedding? Imagine the humiliation…the whispers…your mother’s disappointment…Eva looking at you with pity… or worse, satisfaction.”

CHAPTER SIXTY

CLARK’S POV Eva’s hands were trembling as she held her phone, the screen glowing with Daniel’s latest message. Her breathing had turned shallow and fast, the kind of panic that made her chest rise and fall too quickly. I watched her eyes move across the words again and again, as if rereading them would somehow change their meaning.“He’s not taking the money anymore,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “He says I have to publicly announce our involvement..you and me…by tomorrow night, or he’ll release everything…the photos, the videos, all of it. Clark, what are we going to do?”Her panic was off the roof now.I could see it in the way her free hand clutched the edge of my desk like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. This wasn’t just fear for herself anymore. It was the terror of watching our carefully hidden world explode in public, dragging her family, my family, and the upcoming wedding into the wreckage.I stood up slowly, walked around the desk, and gently took the

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