Semua Bab His Forbidden Mistress: Bab 21 - Bab 30

My heart hammered against my ribs.Shit…“What are you doing here, David?” I managed to ask.David shouldn’t be here!He didn’t answer me immediately. His eyes, those sharp, discerning eyes that used to track my every move in the dark, narrowed.I saw the way his brow furrowed as he looked at the boy standing at my side—a boy who carried a ghost of a resemblance he wasn’t supposed to notice.Before David could open his mouth to ask the one question that would end my life, I acted.I scooped Daniel up and I turned my back on the man who had once discarded me like trash.“Sandra, wait!” David’s voice boomed across the lobby.I didn’t look back. I couldn’t!I walked toward the elevators, my pace just short of a full-blown run, my breath coming in jagged hitches.“Mommy, why are we running away?” Daniel asked, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “And who is that man?”“Don’t pay attention to him, Daniel,” I whispered, my voice trembling.“What did I teach you, baby? You aren’t allowed t

David’s POVI told myself the only way to survive this was to stay busy.That was the plan.I’d bury myself in work, drown in meetings, reports, anything that would keep my mind from going somewhere it shouldn’t. I had to focus on my child. I had to focus on my family. That’s what mattered now.And Sandra… I needed to forget her.I kept repeating that in my head like it would eventually sound true.For a while, it worked.I was in the middle of reviewing some documents when my phone buzzed on the table. I didn’t think much of it at first, but when I glanced at the screen and saw the name, my jaw tightened.Harold.I stared at the message for a few seconds before opening it.‘We need to meet.’I exhaled slowly, already feeling the irritation creeping in. My fingers moved quickly over the screen.‘Why? What else is there to talk about?’I hit send and leaned back in my chair, waiting. A minute passed. Then another. Just when I was about to toss my phone aside, it buzzed again.‘You have

What the heck was he doing here?I froze the moment I saw him.I had no idea Harold had followed me. But of course he did. He’s always been like that—persistent to the point of being exhausting. And the way he was looking at me right now? Like I had committed some unforgivable crime.It almost made me laugh.But I didn’t give him the satisfaction. I looked away, acting like he didn’t exist. Who was he to demand my attention? What right did he have to expect anything from me?He was the one who used me.He was the one who treated me like something convenient—a temporary toy for his own amusement. Sure, maybe we both played that game. Maybe we both had our reasons. Maybe it all started because of his grudge against David.But that didn’t make it okay.I didn’t sign up to be a tool. Whatever happens to him now is his problem. I have my own life to build.“Okay, Sandra and Rodel, please step forward.”I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the crew. Lights were being adjusted, reflec

Harold’s POVWhen she turned her back on me, I couldn’t stop the curse that slipped out of my mouth.“Fuck,” I hissed, the word heavy with a frustration I couldn’t contain.I dragged a hand through my hair, gripping the strands for a second as if that physical pressure could somehow ground me. I knew deep down that this was my fault. If I was being honest with myself, I couldn’t blame Sandra for treating me this way after everything I had said to her.For a moment, I stood there wondering if she had gone straight to Daniel’s room, and the mere thought made my chest tighten. I wanted to follow her and stop her, to say something—anything—to fix this, but the look in her eyes had been enough to paralyze me.The anger I saw there was sharp and clear, yet it wasn’t just fury. There was something much heavier behind it; a mixture of sadness and lingering hurt.That realization hit me harder than any shout ever could.Am I really that awful? That selfish?All I ever wanted was what I thought

I didn’t even realize when I fell asleep. One moment I was exhausted, my body still heavy from everything that had happened earlier, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up to a strange, slow sensation on my chest.At first, I thought I was dreaming. But then I felt it more clearly—fingers moving over my breast, tracing the sensitive skin, brushing lightly over my nipple. That was enough to pull me out of sleep.My breath caught when I felt something warmer—a tongue. Slow, deliberate, circling around my nipple while his other hand played with it, teasing the tip. That snapped me fully awake.I opened my eyes, still groggy, my vision hazy. Everything felt sluggish, like my mind was trying to catch up with my body. But when I turned my head slightly to the left, I saw him.“Harold…?”He was half on top of me, his body pressed close, his legs tangled with mine under the sheets. We were both still naked, our skin warm against each other. His hair was messy, falling over his forehead, a