All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 601 - Chapter 610

NEW LOCATION: ITALY The streets of Milan had ground to a halt. A colossal new billboard now dominated the skyline—impossible to ignore, impossible to forget. Women stopped mid-stride, shopping bags dangling forgotten from their fingers, coffees cooling in their hands. They whispered, they stared, they lingered. Above them, the strikingly handsome model gazed down like a god who knew exactly what he was doing to them. His sharp jawline was shadowed to perfection. His piercing green eyes seemed to pierce straight through the city's soul. One panel showed him in a seductive black lace crop top, clinging to his sculpted torso like a second skin. Abs on full display, he leaned casually against a vintage lamppost—a study in calculated arrogance. Another featured him topless, wearing only fitted black underwear that left nothing to the imagination. Water droplets glistened across his skin beneath dramatic studio lighting, tracing every ridge and valley of hard-won muscle. But the fina

"Andres..." she cried. "I miscarried again." She dissolved into another fit of sobbing. Andres immediately knelt beside the bed and carefully placed the bouquet on the table beside her pillow. "Hey..." he said softly. "We're grateful you're here. I'm grateful you're here." Only then did he truly see her. Her face was swollen from endless crying. Tears, sniffles, and trembling breaths had completely exhausted her, soaking the neckline of her hospital gown. He had never seen anyone look so shattered. "Lena..." His voice cracked into a whisper. Sensing they needed privacy, Ricardo gently guided Rosa toward the far corner of the room, quietly comforting his wife while giving the two of them a moment alone. "What's there to be grateful for?" Lena cried. "I lost my baby." "I know," Andres answered quietly. "And I'm so sorry." "I wanted that baby," she sobbed, clutching the bedsheets. "I wanted to have his child. You don't understand... Tarzan... I want him back. Wh

LENA'S POVThe cool water embraced my body as I floated quietly in the pool, allowing the gentle ripples to carry me wherever they wished.Slowly, I opened my eyes.The brilliant morning sunlight poured down from the cloudless blue sky, its golden rays dancing across the water like thousands of tiny diamonds scattered over the surface.I couldn't help but squint.The sun seemed brighter today.What day is it again?A small frown creased my forehead as I searched my memory.After a few seconds, I gave up with a quiet sigh.Honestly...I couldn't even remember anymore.My hand drifted instinctively to my stomach, my fingers resting there with heartbreaking tenderness.A sharp ache spread through my chest at the familiar reminder of everything I had lost.If my son were still growing inside me...By now, at six months, my baby bump would have been so much bigger.The thought shattered me all over again.It was still so hard to believe.I had truly believed I had finally found my family.

He chuckled. "You've been thanking me for months now." He shook his head. "All I did was what any decent brother should do. I was there for my sister when she needed me." I smiled warmly. "Even so... you could've walked away. You could've ignored me. But you didn't." His expression softened. "Yet I haven't thanked you for what you did for me." I blinked. "What did I do?" "You helped me overcome my drug addiction. Father trusts me with more of the family's businesses now, and for the first time in years, he speaks proudly of my work. That never happened after his best friend died. You helped me get my life back on track." I immediately shook my head. "No... no, Andres. You did that all by yourself. Please don't give me credit for such an incredible achievement. You're the one who fought through it all. You're the one who refused to give up. Please... be proud of everything you've accomplished." He let out a quiet sigh. "I knew you were going to say something like that." He

AUTHOR'S POVNEW LOCATION: ITALYThe penthouse of one of Milan’s most exclusive suites reeked of stale cigarette smoke, spilled whiskey, and the raw, musky aftermath of sex.The living room was a battlefield from the previous night’s orgy. Empty bottles, crushed pills, and discarded designer clothing littered the marble floors. Syringes lay scattered across the glass coffee table—some still capped, others bare, with sticky residue clinging to their tips from days of relentless coke, ketamine, and fentanyl-laced speedballs.But that wasn’t all.Six naked women of varying body types lay draped across the space like discarded playthings. Their skin glistened with sweat and layers of dried cum that streaked their breasts, stomachs, asses, and thighs. They sprawled in various states of collapse—some curled on the oversized sectional, others splayed obscenely across the rug, legs still spread from the relentless pounding they’d endured. Every single one wore a black blindfold, the fabric so