His Forbidden Mistress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

As soon as I stepped inside the limousine, the soft scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume wrapped around me. The door shut quietly behind me, sealing me in with a group of attendants who immediately gathered around.“Careful with the train,” one of them said gently, lifting the long white fabric of my dress so it wouldn’t crease.“Fix her veil a little,” another added.Their hands moved quickly but carefully, adjusting every detail. I sat still, letting them do their work.“You’re so beautiful, Ms. Sandra,” one of the servants said, her voice warm and sincere.I gave her a small smile. “Thank you.”They continued to fuss over me, smoothing out invisible wrinkles, retouching my makeup, making sure everything was perfect. On the outside, I looked calm—composed, even—but inside, something restless stirred.I was nervous.Not because of the wedding itself… but because of him.Harold and I hadn’t seen each other for an entire day.It was some kind of tradition, they said—bride and g

“Harold…”His name left my lips as more of a gasp than a word. I was running out of air, my lungs tight as I stared up at him.He had me pinned against the mattress, his weight a heavy, constant reminder of how much stronger he was than me.My hands instinctively flew up, gripping his biceps. They were rock-solid under my palms, the heat of his skin searing through my touch.“I’m not sure about this…” I managed to say, my voice trembling more than I wanted it to.Inside, my heart was hammering against my ribs.I was terrified, but I couldn’t let him see that. For years, I had built a wall between us.The look in his eyes wasn’t the steady, professional gaze I was used to.It was dark with a kind of hunger that made my stomach flip.He was looking at a woman he wanted to claim.“We’ve been together for four years, Sandra,” he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that sent chills down my spine.He didn’t move an inch, his face just inches from mine.“I’ve watched

David’s POV“Honey, you look like you’re in a hurry. Do you have an early meeting today?” Cyndrel asked, her voice soft and casual, like any other normal morning.“Yeah… I have something important to take care of right now,” I said.I forced my tone to stay steady, even though my hands were trembling. I clenched them into fists at my sides, trying to hide it. I did my fucking best to calm myself down, to act like nothing was wrong, but it felt like my insides were about to burst. My chest was tight, my thoughts a mess, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off what I saw last night.Before I could step away, Cyndrel walked up to me and kissed me on the lips.“Okay, darling. Take care, alright? And come home early later,” she said with a small smile. “Your son will miss you right away. You know how much he loves playing with you.”I barely heard her.Everything sounded distant, like I was underwater. My mind kept drifting back, replaying that scene over and over again. It ma

“Please…”The air in the office felt like it had been sucked out of the room. I stood there, my heart hammering against my ribs, looking at David with a mix of disgust and disbelief.This wasn’t supposed to happen“I don’t want anything to do with you…” I said, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to keep it steady.“I don’t even know you. So please, just get out of my life!”I didn’t wait for his reaction. I turned my gaze toward Harold, giving him a sharp, disapproving look.My head was spinning—I was pissed off, overwhelmed, and honestly, I just needed to breathe.Without another word, I bolted. I ran past the cubicles and toward the exit, my heels clicking loudly against the polished floor, echoing the frantic rhythm of my pulse.I was almost to the glass doors of the building when a hand clamped firmly around my wrist.I froze.I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The warmth, the scent, the weight of the grip—it was unmistakable.“Sandra.”I took a ragged breath,

Watching Harold play with Daniel, you’d never guess he was a man with secrets.There’s a softness in his eyes when he looks at my son. It makes my heart ache in the best way possible. Hearing him tell David so firmly that Daniel belongs to us... it felt like a shield being placed around us.Still, I couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in my chest.Harold is hiding something.I can feel it in the way he avoids certain topics and the way his jaw tightens when David is around.He doesn’t trust me enough to let me in yet, or maybe he’s just not ready to face whatever it is himself.I watched them for a while, trying to push the questions out of my head.What is this feud that seems to simmer just under the surface?I sighed, leaning against the door-frame. I decided right then to stop overthinking. If he isn’t ready to tell me, forcing it won’t help. I need to focus on the peace we have right now.By the time Daniel had finally burned through his last bit of energy, he was practically dead we