All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 751 - Chapter 760

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CAUGHT YOU

I held up one of the glossy photos between my fingers, trying and failing to hide the grin stretching across my face.“So…” I drawled, tilting my head. “I was looking for our T & L necklace…”I gestured toward the overflowing box.“…and I found this instead.”Lena’s eyes grew impossibly wide, her cheeks flooding a spectacular shade of pink.“I—I can explain,” she stuttered.Getting her flustered was definitely my favorite hobby.“Oh?” I folded my arms, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “Please do, Your Majesty.”She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again.“…It’s not what it looks like.”I laughed.“Baby…” I lifted another photo—one from my soaked-in-the-rain campaign. “There are over fifty pictures of me in here.”She gasped and lunged toward me.“Give those back!”I dodged her easily.“Uh-uh.”“Tarzan!”I held another one up.“My Milan Fashion Week backstage shots? And you selected the sexiest poses?”“That’s not true!” she cried.“And…” I looked at the black-and-white unde

A FORGOTTEN MEMORY

Finally, I pulled back and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear."You're so adorable, you know that?" I whispered. She searched my eyes. "You're not weirded my secret?" "I went through your stuff without asking. That's way weirder than keeping photos of your boyfriend." She laughed despite herself. "I have nothing to hide. You can go through my things—it's not weird at all. Besides, you could've just asked me about the necklace…" I winced. "In my defense, I was bored and missed you. Your friends weren't leaving, so I had to entertain myself with some treasure hunting. And I'm pretty proud of what I found. Evidence that you're secretly obsessed with me." She looked away. "I'm not secretly obsessed—" Then she paused. "Okay, maybe a little." "Just a little?" I leaned in, my voice dropping to a whisper. "What about my cock?" She shoved my chest half-heartedly. "Stop teasing me!" Her blush deepened. "That's not an answer," I said. She t

LIKE IT'S GOOD NEWS

I wondered if she’d be upset if I brought it up. After all, I wasn’t exactly innocent myself. I had been with several women during that time. “Babe, what’s wrong?” Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked, then forced a smile. “Nothing. Just remembered something I shouldn’t have.” “Care to share?” she asked softly. “It’s not important.” “But—” Her words were cut off as I leaned down and captured her other breast with my mouth, giving it the same slow, deliberate attention—licking, sucking, and grazing my teeth just hard enough to make her body jolt. Her moans grew louder, less restrained. I felt her hand sliding down my stomach toward the waistband of my pants. Before she could reach it, I caught her wrist. “Not yet,” I murmured against her heated skin. “Let me take my time.” She whined, a needy little sound, but she didn’t resist. I continued teasing her, savoring every shiver and gasp. But then the video flashed in my mind again. The frown returned, t

A GOOD PERSON

I don’t know what’s more devastating—that Lena is Andrés’s half-sister, bound by blood to the monster who tore my parents from this world, or that she claims she never shared his bed when every vile detail he fed me still burns in my skull like acid. I need a drink. Something strong enough to cauterize this wound. “Baby?” Her voice was soft, pleading. She reached for my hand. I jerked back as if her touch would burn me worse than I already was. The hurt that crumpled her face should have gutted me. But the guilt was a dull ache compared to the inferno roaring in my chest."I need you to answer my question honestly, Lena. Did you have sex with Andres?”“But I already told you, babe—”She paused then pressed her palm flat over her heart."I swear on everything I have left,” she whispered, her voice cracking like thin ice. “On the child we lost… I have never shared a bed with Andrés. Never kissed him. Never touched him that way. Don’t you trust me? I just told you we’re

BATTLE OF CHOICE

“A good person?” My hands clenched into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms. “Apologize? An apology brings back the dead, Lena? An apology erases the blood? An apology gives me back my childhood?” “Baby…” Her voice softened, trembling. “Please. I’m pleading with you—please forgive Andrés. Forgive any of the Ricardos who wronged you. Please. I’m begging you—” “Lena, you are *not* part of them,” I cut in sharply. “So you don’t have to beg me for anything. And I don’t fucking need any apologies.” I stood from the bed, eyes scanning the room for my car keys. “Tarzan, I understand your pain. Your anger. I see it.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “But they’re still my family. So tell me—what do you want? What would it take for you to forgive them?” Tears thickened her words. “Do you want to kill my family? Is that what you need?” I turned on her in pure rage. “YES!” The roar ripped from my chest. My vision swam in a haze of crimson. Every muscle in my body locked ti

WISE

AUTHOR'S POV The Ricardo estate's flower garden was unusually peaceful that afternoon. A gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of blooming roses and lilies, while butterflies drifted lazily from petal to petal. Peacocks wandered freely among the hedges, their iridescent tails catching the light. Rosa had decided to take an evening stroll through the garden and asked Christy to accompany her. One protective hand rested beneath her swollen belly as they walked at an unhurried pace. "You've been unusually quiet today," Christy observed with a small smile. Rosa looked down at the cobblestone path before answering. "I'm just thinking." She paused, studying her niece for a moment before asking, "Have you spoken with Lena recently?" Christy nodded. "Yes... three days ago." "And?" "We talked normally." She sighed. "But after I saw her trending all over social media, I tried calling her yesterday to confirm what was happening. She never answered. I decided to send you the v

MAYBE IT'S TIME

Christy laughed at Rosa's comment, tossing her head back with genuine amusement. "Are you saying I was dumb, Aunt?" "No," Rosa said, shaking her head with a warm smile. "Just saying you surprised me. You are intelligent beyond your years. However..." Her smile faltered, and her brow furrowed once more. "I am still confused about the way Lena smiled and waved at me while hugging that man." Christy considered this carefully with her expression thoughtful. "Maybe it's just her being an adult, choosing her own life...her love over your overprotectiveness." Rosa glared at Christy, though there was no real heat behind it. "My what? I am not an overprotective mother." "I am certain you are," Christy said, grinning. They both laughed. "I mean," Rosa said, her laughter fading into a wistful sigh, "thirty years without my baby is such a long time. I missed so much—her first steps, her first words, her first day of school. I wasn't there for her when she needed me most. I'm trying t

MUST NOT KNOW

"We're sticking to the plan. When she comes back home, we'll tell her everything and support her through it all. Breaking that news to her and letting her go through that kind of pain alone would be too hard... We want our baby here, where we can see her and let her know we'll always be there for her," Rosa replied. "But Aunt Rosa, Lena won't be happy that we kept that secret from her. She deserves to know the truth. That would clear everything up. Maybe it could even change Tarzan's mind about hating the Ricardos, because the only Ricardo child is Lena—and she did nothing to his late parents. She's the woman he loves." Rosa shook her head slowly, her expression pained. "Ricardo believes Tarzan is already too far gone. He thinks Tarzan's new identity—Silva Adams—is not the man he would ever want to see with his daughter. In his mind, Tarzan has descended too deeply into the darkness of his wild life to care about redemption or love. The inside stories we got about him were horrif

STOP FLIRTING WITH ME

NEW LOCATION: PARISLena and Tarzan were en route to meet Mr. Reynolds for an important appointment.Throughout the drive, Tarzan had been stealing glances at her ever since she stepped out of the house. She had chosen a deep emerald dress with a neckline that was elegant yet daring, and he had been fighting a losing battle with his composure ever since. Now, as he navigated the Parisian streets, his attention remained stubbornly divided between the road and the gorgeous, voluptuous woman beside him."My gorgeous woman..."Tarzan corrected author."My apologies, Mr Tarzan."His attention remained stubbornly divided between the road and his gorgeous woman ,who was sitting pretty beside him."Happy now?""Yes..keep going."Ever since that morning, after their heated argument regarding Lena being Ricardo's daughter, a strange, giddy delight had been simmering in his chest.He kept replaying their conversation—the way Lena had wrapped her arms around him and said, “I choose you over my fa

LET'S MEET THEM

She leaned slightly closer and whispered, "I'm already wet for you… and if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to make you pull this car over and take me right here on the side of the road." Tarzan's face flushed pink.The car swerved slightly before he corrected it, a low growl of frustration escaping his throat. "God..lena, please. You're going to make me crash this car," he warned, his voice strained. He let out a slow, shaky breath, his knuckles whitening on the steering wheel as he forced his eyes back to the road. "A car crash? Would that be so terrible?" Lena mused, her tone dropping to a seductive murmur. "Dying in a fiery explosion with me? Very romantic. Very Romeo and Juliet."They both laughed."I want to go back to the states".Tarzan suddenly said.Lena’s breath hitched.She turned toward him in the passenger seat, searching his profile in the soft glow of the dashboard lights. The words still hung between them, warm and unexpected."I need to meet the paren

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