Lahat ng Kabanata ng 30 Shades Of Forbidden Lust : A Collection Of Tales: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Chapter – 0013Damon POVThe campus gala was in full swing. Crystal chandeliers, tuxedos, evening gowns, and the richest donors the university could lure into one room. Perfect stage for destruction.Lila looked devastating in a sleek black gown that clung to every curve. Her hair was up, exposing the faint bite marks I’d left on her neck two nights ago. Our parents stood near the stage like royalty, smiling for photos, completely unaware that their empire was about to burn.I adjusted my bowtie and caught Lila’s eye across the room. She gave me the smallest nod.It was time.I stepped onto the stage during the awards segment, taking the mic before anyone could stop me. The room quieted.“Good evening. Most of you know me as Richard Vale’s son. What you don’t know is that my father, along with several board members and my stepmother, orchestrated the murder of Professor Lang last year to cover up millions in embezzled university funds.”Gasps rippled through the crowd. Phones came out

Isabella POVThe gunshot cracked through the warehouse like thunder, and my brother’s body hit the concrete with a wet slap.Blood sprayed across my white dress. Warm and sticky. Marco’s eyes were still open, staring at me in frozen shock as the life drained out of him. I screamed, but the sound never left my throat. Rough hands shoved me forward, and I stumbled into the pool of his blood, knees slamming against the floor.“Marco!” My voice finally tore free.A dozen guns swung toward me. Shadows moved in the dim overhead lights, men in black suits, faces carved from stone. And at the center of it all stood “him”.Lorenzo Rossi.The Devil of Chicago. Tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a tailored black shirt that clung to muscle like sin. Blood speckled his sharp jaw. His dark eyes locked on me like I was the next target.“Moretti bitch,” one of his men snarled, pressing a gun to the back of my head.I couldn’t breathe. My brother…my only protection…was dead at my feet, and now th

Chapter – 0003Isabella POVMy wrists ached from the handcuffs. Dried cum cracked on my skin as I lay on the marble floor, staring at the Chicago skyline glittering like diamonds in the night. Hours had passed. Maybe dawn was coming. Lorenzo hadn’t returned.This was my chance.I tested the steel ring bolted to the floor again. It didn’t budge, but the cuffs themselves had a little give. Twisting my body, I worked my right wrist until the metal bit deep enough to draw blood. Pain cleared my head. I kept going, sweat mixing with his cum on my chest, until one hand slipped free.“Freedom.”I grabbed the discarded thong, wiped myself roughly, and pulled on Lorenzo’s blood-stained black shirt that reached mid-thigh. It smelled like him—gunpowder, cologne, and pure male.Barefoot, I crept through the massive penthouse. Every shadow made my heart slam. I found the elevator. Of course it needed a code. I tried the stairs instead but it was locked. Panic rising, I searched the kitchen for any

Chapter – 0005Isabella POVI was in the kitchen grabbing water when the back door exploded inward. A man I didn’t recognize lunged at me, knife in one hand, the other grabbing my throat.“DeLuca sends his regards, Rossi’s whore,” he snarled, slamming me against the counter. His breath stank of cigarettes and rage. “Gonna fuck you bloody before I cut your throat.”Terror spiked through me. I fought, clawing at his face, but he was stronger. He ripped at my shirt, exposing my breasts, his filthy hand shoving between my legs.A single silenced gunshot rang out.The man’s head jerked back. Blood sprayed across my chest as he collapsed like a sack of meat.Lorenzo stood in the doorway, gun still raised, eyes black with fury. Two more shots — chest, head — just to be sure. The traitor’s body twitched once and went still.I couldn’t breathe. Blood was everywhere. Warm. Sticky. On my skin. In my hair. The metallic smell mixed with gunpowder and my own fear-sweat.Lorenzo holstered the gun an

Chapter – 0007Isabella POVThe sack was ripped off my head.I blinked against the harsh light in the concrete basement. My wrists burned from the zip ties. My lip was split from the backhand I’d taken when they grabbed me outside the safehouse.Carlo DeLuca sat in a metal chair across from me, smiling like a snake. Antonio, his son — the man I was supposed to marry — stood beside him, eyes crawling over my body.“Rossi’s favorite toy,” Carlo said. “We’re going to send him pieces of you until he bleeds out.”They tortured me for hours.Cigarette burns on my thigh. Fists to my ribs. Questions about Lorenzo’s shipments, his safehouses, his plans. I gave them nothing. Every time they hit me, I pictured Lorenzo’s face and stayed silent.“You’ll break,” Antonio sneered, grabbing my jaw. “Then I’ll fuck what’s left before I kill you.”I spat blood in his face.That earned me a harder punch. I didn’t know how long I was out. When I woke up, I heard gunshots upstairs — rapid, silenced pops,