All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

I snatched the phone from Jake's hand, my fingers trembling as I replayed the video.Mitch's broken voice, the tears, the raw desperation in his eyes—they all hit me harder than I expected.But I forced my expression to stay hard."This doesn't prove anything, and that picture it was an half naked picture of him," I said, shoving the phone back at him. "Also he's drunk. People say all kinds of things when they're wasted. It doesn't erase the fact that he was seeing other women... he even brought girls into our bedroom. I caught him cheating on me, and he didn't even feel bad about it. He went ahead and suggested an open marriage. And you—you admitted he gave you the go-ahead to drug me. Isn't that what you said?"Jake rubbed the back of his neck, glancing toward the couch where Mitch was now snoring lightly, completely passed out.My eyes followed his gaze to Mitch, then back to his face."Lena… you're right, but couples go through misunderstandings like this all the time. You both hu

I took small steps forward and wrapped my arms around him from behind, burying my face in his back. “How could I ever forget?” I whispered into his shirt. Mitch turned off the stove and pivoted in my arms, pulling me against his chest. His embrace was so warm and gentle. “I’m sorry, Mitch,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. For accusing you wrongly. For running away. And… about the person I’ve been seeing—” I paused, the words sticking in my throat. “We’re not having any kind of sexual affair,” I rushed out, tears spilling down my cheeks and soaking into his T-shirt. “I swear to you. I was just… so emotionally exhausted. I felt so alone. He listened when I thought no one else would. But it was never more than that. I never—” I couldn’t finish. The tears came too fast now, hot and relentless. Mitch held me tighter. “Don’t spoil the mood,” he whispered, his voice low and gentle. “You can apologize later.” He kept me there for a long moment, one hand rubbing

AUTHOR'S POVThe wide private beauty salon in Lord Ricardo’s mansion was a clear testament to him being a proud girl dad.The space exuded old money and vintage elegance. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over three marble-topped vanities, each one designed in one of his daughters’ favorite colors. Floor-to-ceiling windows gave the room a bright, airy feel.“Ow! Pierre, mon Dieu, that’s my actual skin you’re tweezing,” Gianna hissed, jerking back.Her makeup artist immediately apologized and gently tilted her chin back up.Across the salon, the middle child, Serafina, looked like a Renaissance painting brought to life—dark curls cascading with effortless elegance. Her hairstylist, Roxy, carefully wove tiny pearl pins into an intricate updo.Serafina caught her sister’s eye in the mirror and smirked.“Let me guess, you’re getting ready for Marcus. The guy who sent you a dozen blue roses because he said you’re tired of red?”“Well, he was paying attention, Sera. That’s boyfriend mat

LENA'S POV Going to work felt almost criminal that morning.After the beautiful reconciliation we had shared, the thought of leaving Mitch’s side felt like a punishment I didn’t deserve. I wished we could both quit our jobs, even if just for a little while, so we could spend lazy days wrapped up in each other—talking, laughing, touching, and making up for all the lost timeJust infront of the café, I spotted Vivian and Felicia standing in the cold morning air, holding up a brightly colored “VALENTINE BONUS” sign like some enthusiastic street promoters. They were dressed so beautifully in stylish coats and their bright smiles were aimed at every passerby, trying to lure customers inside. I sighed and looked down at my old sweater too tight in a way that made me appear pregnant. “Good morning, Lena!” Vivian called out, waving energetically. I smiled back nervously and waved. “Good job, you two.” They immediately leaned toward each other and began whispering, stealing quick glan

Outside the café, the weather felt colder than I expected. I approached Vivian and Felicia, forcing a smile. “Let me hold the sign. You two can take a rest.” “Oh, you’re such a good woman, Lena. So thoughtful,” Vivian said sweetly. They handed me the large “VALENTINE BONUS” sign without hesitation and disappeared back into the café. I stood alone on the sidewalk, holding the sign high and smiling at every passerby. The heat from the sun pressed down on me, but I tried hard not to let my mind wander back to Mitch and whatever poison he had spilled. The girls were never very respectful toward me anyway. This changes nothing. Still, I looked down at the pavement, fighting back the sting of tears threatening to spill. I would just ignore them like always. Just then, a pair of clean black leather shoes stopped right in front of me. My heart jumped. A customer? “Good day, would you like to—” My voice faded as I lifted my gaze. Those eyes were very familiar. Tarzan?