All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 1081 - Chapter 1090

Tarzan was already waiting in front of my parents’ villa, phone pressed to his ear. I hadn’t checked mine, but it was obvious he’d been trying to reach me. The moment his eyes landed on me, the smile faded. “What’s wrong, baby?” I forced a smile. “Nothing.” “Lena?" I sighed. “Why do you always know when something’s wrong?” “Because I’m your man.” He said it plainly, then turned to my mother, who had been watching us inside silence. “Rosa, please tell me what’s wrong with her.” “Lena, you should be honest with your man,” Mom said, and walked off, leaving us alone. He stepped closer. “Tell me, please. You don't look happy." I looked down at my hands. “I took a pregnancy test. It was negative.” He didn’t speak right away. I could feel his eyes on me, patient, waiting. “I was hoping all that lovemaking…” A hollow laugh slipped out. “I don’t know.” “And you were disappointed.” He said softly. I nodded, still not meeting his eyes. “And now I’m worried.” “About what?

I sighed. “It’s all right. I was unnecessarily defensive. Please continue.”“Thank you, ma’am.” She drew a breath, though her eyes still flicked to me before she spoke. “First, your history of miscarriage matters, but it does not mean you cannot carry a pregnancy. Many women have early losses and go on to have healthy children. Given your history, we’ll need to run some tests. Thyroid function. Hormone levels. Uterine structure. We need to rule out anything that might be interfering.”I nodded.She hesitated, then tried again. “Your cycle… has it been regular, ma’am?”“Mostly. Sometimes it’s off.”“We’ll look into that as well. And check your egg reserve.”She turned to Tarzan. “Now. Your concern about the drugs is valid. Cocaine and opioids can affect sperm production, motility, and morphology and even the shape of the sperm. So we’ll run tests for you too.”"Okay."Tarzan nodded and took my hand.He gave me a soft squeeze and I forced a smile back.---After our tests were condu

"Oh dear. You didn't break anything, Tarzan. You don't have to blame yourself for this."Rosa replied."But what am I supposed to do?" My voice cracked, with frustration. "I know she's struggling, Rosa. I know she's angry about something. She's not like this without a reason. Lena is the kindest person I know. But I don't know how to help her. I don't know what to do to cheer her up because I don't even know what the problem is. It's frustrating.""Tarzan, Lena really wanted that pregnancy to be positive. I think it started from there. She always tells me how much you wanted a child. So she thinks about it a lot, and she wanted to have your child. From all I have seen, Lena is likely to put others' needs before her own, and she takes it seriously, especially the needs of people she love.""Hell, I don't want a child the way I want her! If she's getting this upset over a pregnancy because she wants to make me happy, what's the need? All I wanted was for her to be happy."I replied."Sh

Just then my phone rang."Diana calling."Lena pulled back first."That must be important," she said, not looking at my face."It's probably about the same issue that Eric called about. Paris and your contract with Mr. Jean Pierre."I replied, and held her face in my palm—thumb still wet from her tears."Are you sure?"She asked."Whatever the reason was, it doesn't matter right now."I replied and kissed her again before she could say anything else.Her mouth opened under mine and I took it, slowly, then deeper. She made a small sound against my lips and I felt it all the way down.I tilted her face, searching her eyes when I pulled back just enough to breathe."Look at me, Lena," I whispered against her mouth.She did."I need you to understand something. I don't care if you never get pregnant. I don't care if we never have children. I would rather have you—just you—for the rest of my life than have a house full of children with anyone else. I want you more than anything in life. I

AUTHOR'S POV NEW LOCATION: PARIS --- Lena had never been this nervous in her entire life. She was about to walk in one of the biggest fashion shows for the first time. Jean Pierre's latest collection was being presented during Paris Fashion Week, and Lena had been chosen as the model for the brand's new plus-size collection. The problem? Lena had never walked a professional runway before—and she signed the damn contract. She stood in front of the enormous mirror inside the rehearsal studio, staring at herself. Her reflection stared back, wide-eyed and terrified. "Eric." Her voice came out strangled. "No one told me I'm going to walk the runways. I thought this was all about photography!" Eric glanced up from his phone, one eyebrow arched. "You didn't read the contract before signing?" "I was in a rush, you know.. confused about the whole management thing for Mr Silver Adams." She gestured wildly with her hands. "I didn't have time to read it through. So you mean I'm going