All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

“We really should get to work,” I replied, neatly dodging the question. “Boss will have a fit if she catches us gossiping out here. I’ll answer your questions after the morning shift, I promise.” “So who’s the new man?” Vivian asked immediately, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I said later,” I repeated. “Aww, come on!” She pouted dramatically, lips pushed out like a spoiled child. “I can’t wait to hear the whole tea. ” With a dramatic sigh, she spun on her heels and disappeared into the bakery. “Lena, are you really going to work in that outfit?” Julia teased, eyeing me up and down with a playful grin. “Girl, you should be the one being served, not serving.” I laughed softly, the sound light despite the weight still sitting in my chest. “Oh please. I’m heading to the changing room right now to put on my uniform.” “Why?” Vivian called back from inside. “You can just wear that! You look like a whole snack.” “It’s too much,” I insisted. “And way too expensive to ri

AUTHOR'S POV Mitch’s eyelids fluttered. The first thing his blurry vision locked onto was his friend Jake, who sat slumped in the chair opposite him. Jake’s face looked like it had gone ten rounds with a meat tenderizer—both eyes swollen shut, lips split, and a purple mess that might once have been a nose. "Jake… is… is that you?” Mitch croaked, his voice hoarse. “What… what the hell’s wrong with your eyes, man?” Jake let out a wet, bitter chuckle that turned into a cough. “That should be the least of your worries right now. Have you seen your own face, you dumb bastard?” Mitch blinked, trying to shake the fog from his mind as he took in his surroundings. The air was thick with cigarette smoke. Both men were tied to wooden chairs in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The concrete floor was stained with fresh blood—Mitch guessed it was Jake’s. Dim fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like dying insects. Hanging around them in a loose, predatory circle were six mu

Tarzan sat in the back seat of the car, staring silently out the window as the landscape blurred past. His jaw was clenched tight, his expression unreadable, but the storm raging behind his eyes was impossible to miss. The drive had been long and unusually quiet. From the driver’s seat, Damon kept stealing glances at him through the rearview mirror. Ever since they’d left the place where Mitch was being held, Tarzan hadn’t spoken a single word. He sat like a man wrestling with thoughts too dark to share. *Could it be because I stopped him from killing that man yesterday?* Damon wondered. *He was furious because the fool kept claiming Lena would never leave him. The more he acts this way because of her, the more I envy that lucky bitch. If only he was interested in men* Damon let out a quiet sigh and finally broke the silence. “Young master, you don’t have to worry about it. From what I’ve seen of Lena, I can assure you she’s not going back to that man. His words are nothing".

I watched her walk over to another attendant. They huddled together, whispering in low voices but I heard them anyway. The conversation made everything awkward. “That guy came to buy gifts for a day anniversary.” The second attendant glanced my way, eyes widening. “The tall one in all black fit?” “Yes… he’s so handsome, right?” “Definitely my type. Ask him to pull the mask down...he might not be that good looking.” “You should ask him yourself. The best part? His voice is so deep. It vibrates right through me.” “You sick perv.” “Leave me to my dreams. He doesn't seem friendly though, he acts like a non-chalant type..which is a red flag". "He is buying a day anniversary gift,what's non-chalant about it?" *Why the hell are they wasting my time?* I turned to leave, irritation rising. “Sir!” The first attendant called out, hurrying after me. “I apologize for the delay.” The second one joined her quickly, both now wearing professional smiles. “Sir, we have a

“Okay... I won’t. I didn’t know it would upset you that much. I’m sorry.” His grip loosened, but only slightly, as if he still needed to anchor her to him. Pulling back, Lena finally noticed the damage she had done when she saw the crushed flowers—petals bruised and stems bent from her passionate embrace. “Oh my goodness, I really crushed them... I’m so sorry,” she apologized, bending down to salvage what she could. But Tarzan gently stopped her with a hand on her arm, his touch electric. “No need for that. Good thing there’s another one in the car.” “Huh?” Lena replied. He strode back to the car, where Damon handed him a fresh, large bouquet and a small gift bag. Lena stood there, watching in silence. When Tarzan returned, his eyes locked onto hers with breathtaking sincerity. He handed her the bouquet and the gift bag. Hesitantly, she took the flowers. The bouquet was so large that there was barely any room to hold the small gift bag as well. “Happy first day together, b