All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 761 - Chapter 770

“What? That’s not true… that’s not—how? Why would he…?” Lena’s words dissolved into panicked stammers as her breathing turned uneven. “A video? You… you have to trust me, baby. I know nothing about it. We never had sex… we never…” She shook her head desperately, tears already pooling in her eyes. “We never even kissed before I found out we were related. How on earth… how could he even get a video like that?” Her hands flew to her temples, pressing hard as though trying to contain a splitting headache. Confusion consumed every word that left her mouth. “Why? Why would he do this? Why?” She looked completely lost, as though the ground beneath her had suddenly disappeared. Tarzan released a slow, weary sigh. “When I first saw that video…” he said quietly, “it really shattered me.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened for a moment before he deliberately forced his fingers to relax. “But hearing you now…” He turned to meet her frightened eyes. “I believe you, Lena. I

“Being in the past doesn’t change anything,” he replied, voice low and flat.Lena’s breath caught. She shifted closer, forcing softness into her tone even as her chest tightened.“Tarzan… please. That’s enough. Let’s not do this. It’s all in the past now. Let’s focus on the future. I’m not angry about it. I know it hurts to see you with other women, but I never once blamed you. I always knew something must have driven you to it.”She reached out and laid her hand gently over his, the gesture almost automatic—anger at Andrés momentarily forgotten.Tarzan didn’t pull away at first. Then, with his free hand, he carefully lifted her fingers and set them back beside her. The movement was quiet and polite.But most of all, hurtful.Lena’s heart slammed against her ribs. She stared at her own hand as if it had betrayed her.*Did he just… put my hand away so I couldn’t touch him?*“Tarzan?” Her voice sharpened, cracking at the edges. Tears already blurred her vision. “What are you doing? Did

"It's not my fault, you know," Tarzan hissed, his voice low and strained. "You're just super irresistible." Lena laughed softly, her hand finally slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapping around his thick, heated length. He was heavy in her palm, and she began to stroke him slowly, her thumb swiping across the slick tip with deliberate precision. "Lena," he groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. "Fuck—your palm feels so good—" His eyes squeezed shut, his breathing already ragged. "Look at me," she murmured, her voice a velvet command. "I want to see your face." He didn't argue. Instead, his hands found her, tugging her closer so he could bury his face against her neck with a low, open-mouthed groan. Then he moved lower, his fingers finding the zipper of her dress and dragging it down with impatient haste. He pulled the fabric aside, finally exposing her breasts. His mouth closed over a peaked nipple with a hungry, wet suck that made her gasp shar

LENA'S POV A full hour had passed since we arrived at Mr. Reynolds' company, and Tarzan had been sealed inside his office the entire time. He'd said the meeting was for the two of them alone, so I'd been stationed in the reception area, perched on one of those plush leather chairs, observing the quiet ballet of staff moving through the lobby. I had no idea what that "important" meeting was about, but something about the way Tarzan looked when he walked in—jaw tight, focus laser-sharp, almost unreachable—had lodged a low, uneasy hum beneath my ribs. I kept telling myself it was probably just business. Nothing more. And yet, the worry refused to fully release its grip. To keep my mind occupied, I decided to use the time productively. I pulled out my phone, intending to call my parents and let them know we'd be visiting soon. Tarzan had mentioned he planned to tell Mr. Reynolds about his travel decision so that next week's schedule could be cleared. My thumb hovered over the dial bu

The moment the reception doors swung shut behind us, I spun on him so fast my heels nearly buckled. "What are you doing, Mr. Silver?" I hissed, keeping my voice low. "Eric is a good friend! He's been nothing but supportive since I started as your manager, and you're treating him like he's some kind of threat!" "Mr. Silver?" He raised one brow, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. "That's what we're doing now?" I glanced around nervously, half-expecting paparazzi to jump out from behind the hedges. "You know why I called you that..." My voice trailed off, the weight of our secret pressing down on my chest. "Eric just confessed that he had a crush on you," Tarzan said, his jaw tight, "and you expect me to be okay with it? The man looked at you like he was starving for you, Lena. I saw it and I hate that." "No, I am not saying you should be okay with it. I expected you to let me handle it." I crossed my arms, standing my ground. "I've been handling people's expec