All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

The heavy gates clanged shut behind Bella, Mitch's niece as she followed the correctional officer down the narrow, fluorescent-lit hallway of the county jail. The air smelled of bleach and stale sweat.She had never imagined she would one day visit a relative behind bars.The man she had once admired was now charged with brutally assaulting a nineteen-year-old pregnant girl. A girl he had been secretly sleeping with for months.Bella tightened her grip on her handbag, her knuckles whitening.*This doesn’t sound like Uncle Mitch. This has to be Lena’s fault. She changed him. If he hadn’t married her, none of this would have happened.*The video had gone viral across every social media platform. The girl’s swollen, bloodied face. Her torn, bloodstained clothes. The caption claimed Mitch had demanded she abort their baby because he refused to let his wife find out about the affair. When the girl refused, he had nearly beaten her to death.Bella exhaled shakily.*I hope there’s still some

TARZAN'S POV After the visit to the estate’s clinic, Lord Ricardo invited me to dinner. I refused at first—I couldn’t stomach the thought of sitting in the same room as that fool Andres. But the fear that he might mention Lena to the entire family gnawed at me. I had no choice but to accept. The moment I stepped into the dining hall, the air felt colder than I remembered. Or maybe the chill was coming from inside me. Every step toward the table sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. The stitches the doctor had just finished sewing pulled tight with every breath, and my left arm throbbed beneath the fresh bandages. I lowered myself into the chair as carefully as I could, jaw clenched. Directly across from me sat Andres. A black shirt hid the bruises I’d given him, but the white bandage across his broken nose was impossible to miss. His split lip had already begun to darken, yet he still wore that same smug, victorious smile. Like he’d won. Damon stood silently behind

My fingers curled so tightly beneath the table that my nails bit into my palms. Every instinct screamed at me to pull her up, to shield her from their stares. I rose halfway, then froze. But I will only put her in danger by exposing everything because one more step, they would all know that Lena wasn't just some desperate applicant to me. She was the woman who had stolen my sleep, my sanity, my heart. "My lord…" Lena whispered, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks, each drop a small dagger aimed at my chest. "Please… I need this job. I have nowhere else to go." Her voice cracked. “I know I don’t have experience, but I’ll work harder than anyone here. I’ll learn. Just give me one chance. I promise I won’t fail you… please.” Chef Rosa hurried over. “Lena, get up,” she whispered, reaching for her. Lena shook her head gently and kept crying, knees pressed to the floor. The other girls exchanged uneasy glances, their whispers sharp in the heavy silence. "Tarzan.." Lor

I pulled myself together and turned fully toward him, anger and betrayal burning through my veins. “And who exactly deserves me? You?” I spat. “Tarzan, I—” “I reject it,” I cut him off coldly. “Whatever it is you feel for me, I don’t want it.” Damon’s eyes widened in surprise, then he scoffed. Pain flashed across his face. “You should at least hear me confess my feelings before you reject me.” “Why should I?” My voice rose, raw with fury. “I trusted you. You knew how much I loved her, yet you stabbed me in the back just to tear us apart. You were my best friend.” “I didn’t betray you because I was jealous of Lena,” he said, his voice low. “I know you could never love me the way you love her. I accepted the position as Andres’ aide so I could get information—anything that could protect you.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Oh really? So you knew about how I was attacked by his men—my own men—and did nothing? You didn’t even warn me?” “I wasn’t aware. If I had been, it never would’

LENA'S POV The moment Tarzan left the kitchen, the dam inside me shattered. A sob tore from my throat before I could stop it. My legs buckled. I gripped the edge of the counter, but it wasn’t enough to hold me up. Tears blurred my vision as harsh, ugly cries ripped out of me. I pressed a hand over my mouth, desperate to muffle the sound, but it only made the sobs worse—raw, broken, and uncontrollable. “Lena?” Chef Rosa’s voice came from the doorway after the soft beep of her scan. She took one look at me and her eyes widened in alarm. “Oh, sweetheart… are you okay?” She rushed over, her footsteps quick on the tiled floor. “I’m okay,” I choked out, even as fresh tears streamed down my face. My shoulders shook violently. I wasn’t fooling anyone. “You are not okay,” she said firmly. She wrapped a gentle arm around my waist and guided me toward the small staff table in the corner. “Come, sit down before you fall.” The second I reached the chair, my knees gave out. I c