Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Kabanata 1021 - Kabanata 1030

"Scar mentioned a family dinner that Ricardo has arranged for tonight," Tarzan told her. Lena had expected something else. "Oh, that. Victor told me about it a few minutes ago. He said I'll be meeting his son-in-law. He had no idea the son-in-law was actually my ex husband." "Oh, he already told you?" Tarzan asked, his brow furrowing slightly. She nodded, the divorce papers crinkling in her grip. "I was planning on telling Scar to let Mitch free so no chaos will rise from keeping him in dark room and preventing from being at the family dinner. Since he as invited by Victor himself. I also don't want questions about my past being talked about at the family dinner. I want today to be about my parents. I am afraid of what might happen if Mitch says something about it." "I doubt he would unless he has a death wish." Tarzan replied. Then he thought for a long moment. "So Mitch remarried after you separated from him?" "I can't say for sure, because we didn't have a d

Hours later.Lena's phone rang the instant they reached the entrance of her parents' villa. "Who is it?" Tarzan asked."My mom." Lena whispered, swiping her screen. She held the phone to her ear. "Hello, Mom?""Where are you? Everyone is here already. The family has been waiting for you two for almost an hour now.""We're at the front door. You'll see us soon.""Be quick about it."Lena winced. "We'll be right in, Mom."She ended the call and smoothed the front of her emerald dress, her palms slightly damp. Okay, we are going in. She whispered it to herself, then turned to Tarzan.He stood beside her in a black suit that fit him like it had been stitched directly onto his body. His hair was slicked back with gel, every sharp angle of his face on full display—the strong jaw, those handsome cheekbones, the green eyes that could melt the beholder."You look very handsome," Lena said without hesitation."You've said that three times since I got my hair back with the gel." A slow, know

“Finally, they are here.”Rosa breathed the words with a sigh of relief, her face lighting up the moment Lena and Tarzan entered the dining room.“Come on, sweetie. Join us,” Ricardo called warmly.“Thanks, Dad. Sorry for keeping y’all waiting.” Lena lowered her head apologetically.A chorus of murmured greetings traveled around the enormous dining table.“Welcome, darling.”“Good to see you.”“Come sit down.”Lena smiled politely, though the number of unfamiliar faces made her feel like she had accidentally walked into a family reunion she wasn't prepared for.Which, technically, she had.Tonight was Rosa and Ricardo’s wedding dinner, but it had quickly turned into a grand introduction to the family tree.Lena's eyes landed on Mitch.He sat several seats away, beside Elena. His eyes were swollen and bruised. She remembered Tarzan talking about the punches it took to get him to sign the divorce papers. Now she wondered what lie he must've told the family about how he suddenly got a pu

His fingers stayed on hers.Snatching her hand away as if she were irritated might have worked. But what would the others at the table think?Before she could decide, the back of Tarzan’s hand struck Mitch’s with a slap loud enough to turn every head.He knocked Mitch’s hand aside and covered Lena’s with his own, drawing it toward him with a possessive way that left no room for argument.“What is your problem?” Mitch snapped. “I just wanted to pass her the salt!”Curious eyes fixed on them from every seat.Tarzan scoffed.*This fool still has pride. Talking to me like that after begging for my mercy with his mouth.*The slap had happened too fast for most of them at the table didn't see it. They saw only the aftermath: Tarzan’s hand over Lena’s, Mitch’s jaw locked tight.“Are you deaf? Why the hell did you hit me? Is this how violent you are?”Lena's skipped knowing how this might turn aganist Tarzan.Tarzan did not answer him immediately. His hand stayed over Lena’s. Then, slowly, h

I wanted her back so badly I was losing patience. I didn’t give a damn about the divorce papers. Not then. Not ever.Lena was mine. We had made a promise—never leave, no matter what. I had been an idiot. I hadn’t been wise enough to understand what that promise was worth until someone else started treating her like the treasure I had thrown away.I kept my half.I never left her. .Why couldn’t she keep hers?My eyes burned as I watched that fool wipe a tiny smear of sauce from the corner of her mouth. Lena laughed—soft, shy, the kind of laugh that used to belong only to me. The sound went through my chest like a blade.I tried to look away. Maybe if I didn’t see her like that with him, the ache would ease.Three seconds. That was all I lasted.I looked back.I couldn’t help it.Why him? It should have been me. The thought screamed inside my skull, over and over, until it drowned out the clink of cutlery and the low murmur of conversation. She should have been sitting beside me. Laugh