All Chapters of MY FORBIDDEN MATE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Selene's physiotherapy session begins with a clear goal:The physiotherapist looks at Selene and says, “We are doing sixteen steps today.Selene looks at the therapist dully. “It is already an ambitious target compared to where I had been only a few weeks earlier.” She and her therapist got ready to count the day as a success if she reaches it. They started the first part of the session; it was difficult for her. Her muscles protest. Her balance wavers more than once.Every step demands concentration. Yet something feels different today.Instead of her stopping when she reaches the sixteenth step, Selene finds herself wanting to keep going. The zeal and determination to fully recover, she can’t fathom.The progress she has fought so hard for suddenly feels tangible beneath her feet. The therapist couldn’t hide her surprised expression as she tried to take more steps. She stood, crossing her hands as she watched her.Ignoring the surprised look from her therapist, she pushes forwar

Liora wakes before sunrise, long before her alarm is supposed to go off. The moment she opens her eyes, she knows there is no point in trying to sleep again.Today is the day she is finally going to see Selene face-to-face.They have spoken through messages, shared updates, and slowly rebuilt communication over the past several weeks. But none of that feels the same as standing in the same room together. The thought of meeting Selene again follows her through the morning.She tries not to dwell on it, focusing instead on ordinary routines.She got off the bed and ran the shower; she didn’t stay long in the bathroom, unlike her. She quickly makes breakfast; she barely touches it. She tidies her small space and spends far too long deciding what to wear.Eventually she settles in for something simple and comfortable.Because she feels that she doesn’t want today to feel like an event. She wants it to feel too real.She applied her roll-on and sprayed her favorite fragrance. When it

As the afternoon stretches on, the conversation between Selene and Liora continues to deepen. Much of the hurt between them has already been addressed.But there is one thing Liora realizes she still needs to say. After a quiet pause in the conversation, she tells Selene, “There is something important I want from you going forward.”Selene looks at her confusingly. “You don’t have to ask me, just say the word.” Liora smiled sheepishly. “Selene, it’s not a grand gesture or apology.” Selene replies, “So what do you want, honey?” Liora responds, “It is something much simpler, sis.” Selene nodded slowly. “Alright, I’m all ears.” Liora asked, “Selene, please promise me that in the future, whenever there is doubt, confusion, or uncertainty between us….”She paused, looked at Selene for a moment, then continued, “That you will ask questions instead of making assumptions.”Selene looks in dilemma.Liora explains further, “Some of the worst damage between us happened because decisions

Darius POVMy week begins with chaos.I just woke up to my phone ringing.I was reluctant to check the caller.Or picking the call on first ringThe call becomes repeated.I decided to check the caller.It was my mom.I hesitated at first.Then I reluctantly picked the call but later a regret.Early Tuesday morning my mother calls with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball.“I heard you sent Selene an apology through text message?” She blast.“Uhm mum how I did you find out?” I replied.“That’s not the bone of contention son.”“Did you or did you not?”I fell silent for a moment “Yes I did.”“I’m unimpressed by such actions.” “Are you supposed to give such apology through text message?” She fired.Before I could defend myself, she launches into a brutally honest lecture about accountability.“A real apology is not something sent from the safety of a phone screen.”She paused.“It requires standing in front of the person you hurt.”I kept silence.Listening.“Accepting whatever respon

Darius POVOver the following weeks, I decided to begin constructing a routine.This has nothing to do with damage controlBusiness crisis.Neither emotional avoidance.Every morning before sunrise, I go for a run.Jog for an hour.I timed myself. At first the habit exists simply to exhaust myself.But then, my intentions changed.Gradually it becomes something more useful.The rhythm of movement gives me space to think.And without drowning in my thoughts.This morning.My route eventually takes me past the boutique hotel Liora once managed.The first few times, i consider changing directions. I had this conviction but I refused to listen to my intuition.Instead, i force myself to keep going. Rather than focusing on what i lost.I begin noticing the details she left behind.Efficient systems. Thoughtful layouts. Small operational improvements that still benefit the property. Seeing evidence of her competence hurts.It cracks my heart.Loosing a person of such expertise.It