Semua Bab FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Bab 621 - Bab 630

The room fell deathly silent. Andres’ pupils shrank, his breathing becoming uneven. Without warning, he grabbed Doctor Han by the collar and slammed him against the wall. “You piece of shit!” His voice thundered. “Do you have any idea what you just said? My DNA test was conducted immediately after I was born. It proved I was Ricardo’s son. It was verified.” Doctor Han shut his eyes. “I forged the results.” Those four words echoed like thunder. “Your mother begged me to. She continued her affair even after the marriage. Lord Ricardo rarely gave her the affection she craved, so she sought comfort in her former lover’s arms.” The doctor’s voice grew weaker. “She even asked me for an aphrodisiac—a drug that would make Lord Ricardo sleep with her. Afterward, she convinced him they had been intimate... so the pregnancies would appear to be his.” Andres slowly loosened his grip, his face pale. “...Pregnancies?” Doctor Han nodded. “Your three sisters are also the gardener's daughters

“Are you surprised?”Lord Ricardo asked, tilting his head slightly. His eyes were dead—hollow voids of betrayal.Andres crumpled further onto the floor, lying flat in a spreading pool of his own blood, his body trembling with each shallow breath. Then, a heavy, psychotic laughter bubbled up from his chest—raw, guttural, and unhinged.Doctor Han betrayed him. He had confessed only because Ricardo had spared his life after revealing that Andres had wanted him dead."Fucking hell."Andres cursed, dragging a blood-smeared hand across his face, then slowly pulling it away. His eyes burned with madness and anguish as he stared up at the man he had once called father.“I have been nothing but a kind father to you… and this is how you repay me?” Ricardo’s voice cracked with venom. “You rape my daughter? Just days after you killed her baby? I should have ended you when you murdered my best friend. My own weakness—my sentiment—has cursed my daughter with this future trauma. You bastard!”Lord

LENA'S POVMy second week at culinary school, and Andres still hadn’t called. Mother and Father said he was swamped with business—too busy to talk. If I needed to speak with anyone else in the family, I should call Christy instead. Even though I tried to be happy for him, I couldn’t shake the unease. Andres had called me almost every single day since I left home. Then, during our last conversation, he asked an unusual question: *Are you pregnant?* His tone wasn’t playful or cocky like usual. He sounded… certain.I didn’t want to dwell on it. But ever since I moved out, the dreams had stopped.Back at home...Every night, Andres would visit me while I was mourning my lost baby...I always had the worst terrifying dreams. In those dreams, I tried to tell him no, but the words never left my mouth. My body felt heavy, paralyzed. I could only make weak, senseless sounds while he had sex to me..putting me in different various sex positions...or maybe rape is the word. Afterward, he wou

“Good.” Chef Isabelle Moreau tapped her clipboard sharply. “Mise en place finishes in fifteen minutes. Then we begin. Remember: your stations are your domains. Defend them.” She paused. “Lena—” Lena’s head jerked up. “—you look like you’re somewhere else today. Bring yourself back.” “Yes, Chef,” Lena replied, her cheeks warming. She gripped her knife tighter and glanced sideways at Antoine, who offered her a small, encouraging nod. Lena had always been the standout student in her cohort—talented, focused, and from one of the wealthiest families in the program, which made her equally popular among both students and instructors. As Chef Isabelle Moreau strode out of the kitchen to fetch their special guest, Antoine leaned toward Lena and whispered. “Famous guest, huh? Who do you think it’s going to be?” Lena exhaled slowly. “No idea… but I’m ready for anything.” "That's why you are my partner, gorgeous and courageous." Antonie said with a chuckle. "Go back to your stati

"Your name?"The deep voice was so achingly familiar that her heart stuttered to a halt.Lena froze.Slowly, she lifted her head.Tarzan stood directly in front of her station—so close she could see the tiny flecks of silver hidden in his striking hazel eyes. And there it was: that same playful, heart-stealing smile from the early days, when he'd flirted with her every chance he got.How could he still smile like that? Like nothing had ever happened between them?She was too stunned to answer. Her lips parted, but no sound came.Tarzan dropped his gaze to the name badge clipped to her chef's jacket. His gloved fingers brushed against it lightly."Mine..."He read it aloud, then looked up at her.Lena blinked. Her badge clearly said Lena, not Mine. Was he messing with her?Before she could react, he unclipped it with effortless confidence, pinned his own name badge onto her uniform, and slipped hers into the breast pocket of his jacket—directly over his heart.Lena searched his eyes, d