All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

AUTHOR'S POV Tarzan’s eyes followed Lena as she hurried back toward the café, her arms full of vibrant flowers and glossy shopping bags. *The new ring on her finger...that bastard....* A hand suddenly clamped around his wrist ,pulling him out of his thoughts. “Look at me, I am right in front of you,” Gabi said sharply. Then she gasped loudly as Tarzan snatched his arm away with bruising force, his dark gaze slicing into her like a blade. Both women exchanged uneasy glances. The cool intensity they had admired in him had transformed into a darker—colder, more dangerous aura. “I just held your wrist. Why are you reacting like I have the plague?” Gabi demanded, frowning. “Keep your hands to yourself and use your mouth to speak,” he replied, his voice low and icy. "What are you talking about?" Gabi snapped back furious. Vivian cleared her throat awkwardly. "Gabi..it's okay.." "No, it's not what kind of man treats a woman that way!" Tarzan made to walk away from

"What is inside the other bag?" Julia said, reaching to dig into the red one, but I grabbed it.That's where the gifts he bought for me yesterday must be."I told you I don't want to open it here."Her eyes widened at the change of tone in my voice."Oh, I apologize. I thought you were just joking. Sorry about that. I respect your decision," she said.Just then, Vivian and Gabi stepped into the bakery area. Their faces said it all. Whatever had happened outside with Tarzan hadn't gone well."What's up with your faces?" Julia asked, sensing the tension immediately.Gabi folded her arms tightly across her chest, staring at me like I was something very irritating to her. Vivian wouldn't even meet my eyes—she kept her gaze fixed on Julia."We just found out the biker guy and Lena are dating secretly. Even after her poor husband came here crying about her sleeping around," Vivian said.What?The words hit me like a slap. Before I could even open my mouth to respond, Gabi's voice rang out,

MITCH'S POV Lunch break in the usual corner booth felt different today. The old bastards didn’t grate on my nerves like they normally did. Maybe because this time, I had something I did like to share with them. Matt leaned back with that knowing smirk of his, nursing his coffee. “Well, well. The golden boy is not moody today. What's the deal, Mitch?” I smirked. “When you have a wife like mine, you wake up feeling like this every day… or at least, you make sure you do.” Davis raised an eyebrow. “A wife like yours? Who brags about their wife in this day and age? Most men are trying to forget theirs exist.” The table erupted in deep, raspy laughter. "There is a difference between a wife and a wife... your wives have been modernized. Mine is traditional and submissive. That's a huge difference, dude. My wife knows her place. I could bring two girlfriends into my house, and she would serve us drinks." The three men blinked at me in awe. Khar said, "I must say that's

I wondered what it would look like—him with a daughter who shared his features. The same warm eyes, that easy, disarming smile. He would probably make a wonderful father. I could already picture it: him spoiling his little girl with thoughtful gifts and spontaneous adventures, lifting her onto his shoulders for fun rides through the park. Fiercely protective, yet endlessly gentle—always assuring her, complimenting her, speaking to her with that soft, kind voice that made the world feel safe. He would forgive her tantrums in a heartbeat and make her feel like the most cherished princess in the kingdom. I blinked, suddenly aware I was painting this future for him based entirely on the version of him I had come to know. A daughter… from whose womb? Some very lucky woman, I supposed. “I wanna stay!” The little girl’s high-pitched voice sliced through my thoughts. Her mother tried to coax her away with gentle tugs. “Emma, sweetheart, let go. We’ll come and see him

MITCH'S POVI sat behind the wheel of my car, parked across the street from my workplace, mindlessly scrolling through a blog feed on my phone.My phone rang.It was the same girl who had called me hours earlier at work, insisting she needed to meet me in person about something important involving my wife, Lena.She wouldn't say more over the phone. Against my better judgment, I had agreed.Elena is a bitch that I can silence with a dick so skipping work wasn't a big deal.I glanced at the screen, then swiped to answer, turning down the low R&B humming from the speakers."Hello?""Where are you?" she asked."In the BMW beside the Johnston building.""The old grey one?"I rolled my eyes and exhaled. "That's the one.""Alright, I'll be there right away."I ended the call and for a moment just sat there. Then I reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.The first drag filled my lungs with familiar warmth as I turned the music back up. Smoke curled lazily towa