All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

AUTHOR'S POVMitch slumped onto the couch the moment he stepped inside his quiet house, the front door clicking shut behind him like the lock of a prison cell."Fuck..."He cursed aloud as his body ached with every breath.The chains of exhaustion around his ankles seemed to drag him down after the long, humiliating day with Elena.She had insisted on seeing where he lived, so she drove him home, only to leave without even making sure he had food for the night.However, Mitch didn't expect her to cook. She wasn't even someone who cooked for herself. But at least a little care? He had just gotten out of the hospital and would have to take care of himself alone.He glanced toward the guest room—Lena's room.If only she were here. She'd be crying and panicking, running around trying to figure out how to make me feel better.She worshipped the ground I walked on.He sighed and threw his head back."Thinking about her won't help... It hurts inside my chest. How could Lena ignore me after I

Mitch went on complaining to Jake about the way Elena had turned on him like a wild animal the moment she realized he wasn't bending to her will.Before dropping the real bombshell."I got her pregnant," Mitch said, his voice low and strained. "And she's my boss, man. I don't know how to make her get rid of it... she's threatening to ruin me."There was a long pause on the other end of the line.Mitch could almost hear Jake processing the information, probably shaking his head in that disappointed way he always did whenever Mitch dug himself into another hole."Jesus Christ, Mitch," Jake finally exhaled. "You never learn, do you? Careless as hell. Going raw with your boss? What the fuck were you thinking? You could've chosen any girl out there to mess with. Why your boss? You're in big trouble, and you know that."Mitch closed his eyes, his jaw tightening.Tell me something I don't already know.Jake continued."Look, she's pregnant, right? And she's your boss? Marry her, dude. What

“Lena is not your wife,” Tarzan said. His voice was dangerously low, deep, and resonant— the kind of voice that vibrated through the chest and lingered in the silence like a threat wrapped in velvet. The voice caught him off guard. Nothing like what Mitch expected from that pretty face of his! Mitch’s stomach plummeted. For the first time he considered calling 911 for help. Can't tell if it was because of the fear he had already from the whole drama of strange men beating him up to Elena's threats or because something about this man says he is here to murder him. “Wha...what the hell do you mean by that?” Mitch snapped, trying to sound brave. “Is this some kind of sick joke? I don’t want any trouble—just get the hell out of my house. Right now.” Tarzan locked eyes with him and met Mitch's confused eyes. The silence between them stretched, long enough to become unbearable. Then he noticed the trembling and slight shake in Mitch's hands. The nervous shifting of his feet

LENA'S POV I stepped out of the shower, steam still curling around me and froze at the sight of the new outfits laid out across the bed. Tarzan bought them yesterday and suggested I wear them to work. For a moment, I felt like a child, staring with wide-eyed wonder at their Christmas present. *When was the last time I wore something truly new to work?* Maybe that quick change on Valentine’s Day. Other than that… nothing. I could still picture the younger girls at the cafe whispering behind my back, their pitying glances and thinly veiled comments about my worn-out thrift finds and the same rotation of tired clothes. I’d told myself I didn’t care—I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. But their words still landed like tiny cuts, leaving me anxious every single day. The younger ones could be ruthless sometimes. I let out a long, heavy sigh and reached for the lotion, smoothing it over my skin. Last night, Tarzan had called. He said he won't be able to come back that it was a

When we pulled up in front of the café, I didn’t wait for Damon to come around and open the door. I didn’t want him to feel like a servant. Before he could even shift the car into park, I pushed the door open and stepped out.Almost immediately, my eyes locked with my boss’s. She had just stepped out of a cab a few feet away and stood frozen on the sidewalk, staring at me like I was a ghost—or a doppelganger of someone she once knew. Her mouth parted slightly, her usual sharp expression replaced by pure disbelief.I forced an awkward smile, heat rising to my cheeks.“Please allow me to open the door for you next time,” Damon said, his voice low and calm as he interrupted my racing thoughts.I blinked, turning back toward him. “Oh… I just don’t think it’s necessary. I can push the door open myself, you know.”He sighed, a quiet sound that carried more weight than I expected. “It’s my job to—”He paused, fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “Just… don’t do it next time.