Semua Bab FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 311 - Bab 320

Before I could respond, Mitch lunged forward and grabbed my arm, yanking me toward him with brutal force. His other hand flew across my face in a sharp, resounding slap. The sting exploded across my cheek like fire, snapping my head to the side.I cried out, tears blurring my vision instantly.“You think you can say no to me,you are my wife,” he snarled, shoving me backward onto the bed. His heavy weight crashed down on top of me, pinning me beneath him.I fought wildly, kicking and pushing at his chest, sobs tearing from my throat. “Get off! Mitch, get off me!”“You ungrateful bitch,” he growled, his hot, angry breath against my ear. “I’ve been so soft with you. So patient. Playing the perfect husband. Do you know how hard it was to pretend I actually crave all this fat? And this is how you repay me? If that bitch at the office hadn’t refused me, I wouldn’t even be this horny to come home to you.”He yanked my gown up roughly over my hips, the fabric tearing at the seams.I scream

TARZAN'S POVI got to the address, and after climbing off my bike, I stormed into the clinic reception area, my heart hammering against my bruised ribs.The moment I saw her, the world seemed to stop.I froze.Lena was sitting on one of those waiting chairs, looking fragile and broken. Her tear-streaked face lifted when she heard footsteps. Our eyes met — except one of hers was swollen completely shut, the skin around it a violent shade of purple and black."Tarzan… you came," she whispered, her voice cracking with disbelief. "You actually came…"I stood frozen, staring at her disfigured face.That's not true. Unbelievable. Someone had dared to put their hands on her. On my Lena.The words echoed in my brain. The thought made bile rise in my throat. I blinked hard, trying to process the sight.She stood up and walked to where I was frozen like a statue."What happened to you…?" she asked. "Did you get into a fight again?"I blinked. That's right… she was talking about the bruises Damo

An older woman with kind, weathered eyes and a warm smile noticed me first. Beside her stood a younger woman—early twenties—with long, fiery red hair cascading down her back, freckled cheeks, and a modest yellow sundress that swayed gently in the evening breeze."Oh my!" the older woman exclaimed, eyeing me up and down. "Look at this fine young man. Tall, handsome—we don't get to see good-looking young men around here. Those arms and that build… You must be a ranch hand, aren't you, dear?"I offered a small, polite smile and shook my head.As I stepped closer into the light, her smile faded slightly. "Oh, honey… are you alright? That cheek looks like it took a good hit."I touched the swollen bruise from Damon's punch and gave a crooked grin. "Just a disagreement with a friend. We're good now. I need some fresh vegetables."The younger woman stepped forward hesitantly, her cheeks blooming a deep pink. She kept her gaze lowered as she carefully selected the vegetables, packing them gen

I scoffed and took another long drink. “Well, I sorted her out, didn’t I?” I muttered. “Gave her a beating she won’t forget anytime soon. Slapped the disrespect right out of her.” Silence settled heavily over the room. Jake stared at me for several seconds, his face slowly hardening with disgust. “Mitch…” His voice lowered. “You actually hit her? Like properly beat her?” I shrugged. “She deserved it. Can’t let women think they can walk all over you.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “I put her back in her place. First she ran into the guest room and locked herself in there. I waited outside for her to come out. Then she tried sneaking out of the house. When I caught her, she ran into the kitchen and grabbed that frying pan.” My jaw tightened at the memory. “I dared her to hit me because I didn’t think she’d actually do it. But she did.” I touched the cut on my forehead bitterly. “One hit and my vision nearly went black. I was furious. So I ripped the pa

I ignored him. "You think this is funny?" he said again, flatly. I kept my lips pressed together, refusing to answer. He could think whatever he wanted. I wasn't going to crawl back into that bed while he stood out here in the cold night air, all because he was angry with me. If he was going to punish himself, then I would share the punishment. A long silence stretched between us. The night felt colder sitting on the floor. My bruised eye throbbed painfully, and I tried not to shift too much because every movement reminded me of it. Tarzan still had his eyes closed, like I wasn't even there. I lowered my head sadly. "…I really am sorry." No response. I didn't expect him to reply anyway, so I continued. "I know you're angry." My voice came out quieter this time. "But I didn't mean for any of this to happen." I curled my fingers tighter around my knees. "You don't have to forgive me immediately," I whispered. "I just… didn't want you thinking I lied to you. I wasn