All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

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VERY CAREFUL

I heard Rosa speak to me again and blinked. "What is wrong with you? I have been talking to you!" she snapped. "I'm sorry—I really don't understand the language you were speaking." "You are not Latina?" she asked suddenly, tilting her head as she studied my face. "Um... no." "You look like one," she said. First Indian, now Latina...? I wonder what other ethnicity I'll be told I look like. Mother, I wish you'd told me who I really am before you left me alone in this world. "Now, as you can see, this is the kitchen," she declared, waving me forward with both hands. "Come in, come in! Don't just stand there like a lost puppy." I muttered a quick "thank you" and stepped fully inside, my eyes wide as I continued to admire the space—professional-grade ovens, a walk-in pantry that could feed an army, and every gadget imaginable. "Over here," she snapped her fingers sharply, pulling me out of my daze. I blinked, heat rushing to my face. "Sorry! I got distracted by the beauty... this

ANOTHER SECRET?

I had spent the day under the personal guidance of Chef Rosa, whose warmth reminded me of a caring mother. Honestly, it felt like a dream, one of those ones you’re afraid to wake from.At one point, she even stepped back and let me take the lead—trusting me to cook for her. When I finished, she tasted my dish in silence, then looked up with soft approval in her eyes. “You were right,” she said gently. “You really do have talent.” The words bloomed in my chest like sudden sunlight. Joy swelled so fiercely I had to fight back tears. I turned away quickly, pretending to check the stove, but my heart was hammering with a happiness I hadn’t felt in years. I had been watching her earlier, mesmerized by the elegant way with which she sliced vegetables. It reminded me so much of my own mother in our tiny kitchen back home, humming softly as she worked. It was evening already I wished today would be longer. “Are you going to keep staring at me like that?” Rosa asked, a teasing lilt in

SIMPLE THANKS?

I forced myself to breathe evenly, willing my heart to stop its reckless pounding against my ribs. My palms were already clammy as I schooled my features into a scowl and turned to face him. "Come with me." Without waiting for a response, I grabbed his wrist and yanked him out of the kitchen. His face registered a mixture of shock and surprise. "What are you doing here?" I hissed, my voice barely above a whisper as soon as we were away from prying ears. He tilted his head, the smoke from his cigar curled upward in lazy spirals, catching the warm glow of the sconces. "Do you like your room?" "That's not the question I asked," I shot back, coughing as the acrid cloud invaded my lungs. I waved my hand frantically, fanning the air between us. "You're in my family's house. I came to see how you're doing." "You didn't tell me I'd be working for your family," I replied, a note of regret creeping into my voice. "Well, what difference does it make?" "I wouldn't have accepted if I'

NO LOVE PLEASE

I slowly lowered my hand, my face burning with embarrassment.He licked his lips,as if savoring my reaction."At least thank me properly," he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "One kiss won't hurt.""No." I shoved against his chest, but he didn't budge. "Let me go."I twisted and struggled, my shoes squeaking against the polished marble floor, but his arms were like iron bands around me.The more I fought, the tighter he held me until I was almost breathless.He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.His warm breath tickled my skin, making me shiver in spite of myself."Are you afraid you might fall in love with me?" he whispered.Then I felt his hands slide down my body before boldly grabbing my backside. At the same time, his lips grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, sending an unwanted shiver through me.Rage surged through me.I shoved him with all my strength, my palms slamming against his chest. Before he could react, my hand flew across his face.The s

NO!!!

Just then the door open interrupting my thoughts.It must be Chef Rosa, I thought before I could turn insistent arms wrapped around my waist from behind, pulling me back against a solid chest. I didn't need a prophecy to know who it was. “Why are you here?” I snapped, my body going rigid. “Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” “I’m sorry,” he whispered against my ear. “I provoked you.” “Then stop holding me without permission!” “There you are!” A sharp female voice sliced through the tension. I froze completely and slowly turned my head, Andres’s arms still locked tightly around me. A young woman with curly brown hair, and a dress that was very slutty I was so shy to even look a her properly but her body was so snatched.. She stood in the doorway, staring at us with open disgust. Her gaze raked over me as if I were something distasteful. Why does she look familiar? “You look familiar". She said to me before I could think further. My heart skipped. "Are

DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE

AUTHOR'S POV Tarzan's eyes snapped open with a sharp gasp. His chest heaved violently as he sucked in air with an uneven, rough breath. Sweat clung to his forehead despite the cool temperature of the room. For several long seconds, he simply stared at the white ceiling, his heart hammering against his ribs. "...Lena..." Her name escaped his lips in a broken whisper. Then his gaze darted around the room. The faint antiseptic smell reached his nose, accompanied by the soft beeping from the heart monitor. Sunlight filtered through the blinds in pale golden streaks. Two nurses stood by the medicine cart near the window, quietly discussing a movie they had watched, unaware that he was awake. Tarzan recognized both women. They had been assigned to him by Diana, so they were trusted. He slowly rubbed the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He had the damn nightmare again. Lena in a very bad condition, dying in his arms. His stomach twisted painfully. *It doesn't make

WAITING

Tarzan’s expression hardened instantly. His fingers tightened around the pistol until his knuckles turned white. The air between them grew thick, heavy with unspoken dread.“What’s with that look?” His voice remained calm—deceptively so—but inside his mind, a storm raged uncontrollably.“Did you find her?” he asked, his heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum.Diana swallowed hard, the words lodging in her throat like broken glass. She hesitated, searching for the least painful way to deliver the blow.“Did she reject my offer even after you explained everything?”“No, Boss,” she replied quietly, almost in a whisper.Tarzan narrowed his eyes, suspicion sharpening his gaze. “Then what happened?”Diana lowered her head, staring at the floor as if it might offer her strength. “I… I made inquiries after I couldn’t find her.”Tarzan’s heartbeat quickened, a cold dread creeping up his spine. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? You couldn’t find her… that’s bullshit! She has

NOT YET,I HAVE A PLAN

Damon strode along the winding path toward Lord Ricardo’s mansion, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the manicured grounds. His mind was filled with thoughts about Tarzan, a flash of movement near the herb garden stopped him cold. Beside Chef Rosa stood Lena. The elderly woman was guiding her through the estate with the body language of someone already warming to her new companion. They moved slowly between the fragrant rows of rosemary and thyme, chatting as they gathered fresh sprigs. Lena was already dressed in the staff uniform, looked surprisingly at ease. Her posture was relaxed, it was clear she was comfortable. Damon’s heart slammed against his ribs. He blinked hard, but she didn’t vanish. It was really her. She didn’t see him. His eyes widened as Andres’ words from that morning echoed in his head: “Well, let him come. I have a big surprise waiting for him. I can’t wait to see his reaction.” “He didn’t…” Damon whispered, voice barely audible.

OR WHAT?

Damon was stunned by the instruction. His muscles went numb, and his knees suddenly felt weak.Just then, the door burst open. The heavy wood slammed against the wall with a deafening crack.Both men spun toward the sound. Tarzan stood in the doorway, one hand wrapped in a fresh bandage, the other gripping a black handgun. The barrel was already locked onto Andres.Tarzan’s chest heaved violently, his bloodshot eyes burning with raw fury.“WHERE IS SHE?”The roar shook the room.Damon reacted on pure instinct. In less than a second, his own weapon was drawn and trained on Tarzan as he stepped between the two men, shielding Andres.“Tarzan!” Damon shouted. “Put the gun down!”Tarzan didn’t even glance at him. His entire focus remained locked on Andres like a predator sighting prey.“Where is Lena, you crazy son of a bitch?”Andres stood with unbothered calm, the corner of his mouth lifting in faint amusement.“We were just talking about you, little shit. You came faster than I expected

RAGING MONSTER IN HIM

"Afraid of you?" Andres burst into laughter, then smirked with arrogant satisfaction."Hahaha! Damon, put your gun down. The little shit wants to know where Lena is. Go on, give him the answer. Make him happy, he is lucky I am not in a hurry."Damon glanced back at Andres in confusion before turning to Tarzan. "I swear I have no idea where she is—until a few minutes ago, I didn’t even know she was missing!" he snapped defensively. "All I know is that she’s doing great and she’s unharmed."Tarzan’s jaw tightened.*Doing great and unharmed.*He didn’t believe a single word—not with Andres involved."You heard your boyfriend, bitch," Andres taunted, spreading his arms theatrically. "She’s unharmed and living better than ever. I gave her everything you could never—"Tarzan’s finger squeezed the trigger.The gunshot cracked through the room like thunder. Damon was faster. He lunged forward and slammed into Tarzan’s chest, shoving him sideways. The bullet shattered a marble column instead

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