All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER TWOCRACKSAll the years I've known Camille, she has adored her father, unlike most daughters. I heard him in almost every conversation, and among the list of the people she loved, he was number one.But I had never met him until that moment he drove into the beach house.Twenty-four hours in this house, and Alexander Moreau existed only in fragments, annoyingly so. A closed door at the end of a hallway, a car that appeared and disappeared, and Camille's casual mentions.Dad's in Nice today.Dad's flying back late.Dad's already left for his run; you just missed him.Just missed him. Like I was keeping track when I wasn't keeping track.Except I absolutely was.Lying in bed at midnight, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't stop my brain from wandering.Did he always look that sinful, or was yesterday a special occasion? Are his eyes that blue, or was he wearing contact lenses? What's the size of his palm compared to mine? What would those lips taste like?Stop it.I grabbed my p

CHAPTER FOURDANGLING BY A THREADCamille's voice disrupted the whole air, seeping into my ears. "Izzy? Are you up?"I jumped back so fast I slammed into the counter. The pain barely registered; all I could feel was the space between us now.Alexander moved like water, calm and controlled, and by the time Camille's footsteps reached the doorway, he was leaning against the far counter, glass in hand with a perfectly neutral expression."There you are." Camille appeared in the doorway, squinting against the light. Her eyes bounced between us. "What's going on?""I couldn't sleep." My voice came out too high, so I cleared my throat. "Came to get water.""Both of you?""Your father was already here." I forced a laugh. "Scared the hell out of me, actually. Walked in and there he was, all..." I gestured vaguely at his chest, then remembered he'd put on a shirt. Thank God. "You know."Camille's gaze lingered on her father, then she yawned. "This house is huge, and you two manage to pick the

THE LINE THAT SHOULDN’T EXISTISABELLA“You’re in the wrong wing.”His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It carried anyway, steady and controlled, like everything about him. My brain finally rebooted, just enough to remember how humiliation worked. “I…” I swallowed. “I didn’t know.” Brilliant. Absolutely groundbreaking response, Isabella.Alexander moved to pick up another towel from where it was, forgetting the one he used to dry his hair and adjusted it around his waist, not rushed, not flustered. Just… deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world and I was the one out of place. Which, to be fair, I was.“This part of the house is private,” he continued, stepping past me toward the dresser. “Camille should have mentioned that.”“She probably did,” I muttered. “I just… didn’t think I’d end up here.” His reflection caught mine in the mirror. That same sharp, assessing look. Like he was trying to figure something out and I was the problem he hadn’t solved yet.“You seem to

UNSAID RULESISABELLAThere should have been rules. Clear ones. Simple ones. The kind you could hold onto when things started slipping.Don’t be alone with him.Don’t look too long.Don’t think about him when you’re with someone else.Don’t want him.That one felt the most important. And the most impossible.———By midday, the house felt too warm. Not physically. The breeze off the water still drifted lazily through the open windows, carrying salt and something floral I couldn’t name.But inside me? Restless. Uneasy. Like something had shifted and refused to settle. Camille, of course, was unaffected. She moved through the day like nothing had changed, humming under her breath as she flipped through outfits on her bed.“There’s a beach club party tonight,” she announced, holding up a dress that looked like it cost more than my monthly rent. “We’re going.”“I’m not in the mood,” I said automatically, lying on her bed and staring at the ceiling.“You’re never in the mood,” she shot back

CONTROL IS AN ILLUSIONISABELLAThe next morning, I decided something very important. I was going to act normal. Not pretend normal. Actually normal. No avoiding. No staring. No overthinking every word he said like it carried hidden meaning. Just… normal. It sounded reasonable. Achievable. Almost laughable.———I got dressed early. Simple outfit. Nothing that clung too much or revealed too much. No unnecessary effort. Because I wasn’t dressing for anyone. Especially not him. That thought alone annoyed me.I stepped out into the hallway, forcing my shoulders to relax, my breathing to steady. You’re fine, Isabella. This is fine. You are an adult. Act like one. I chanted to myselfCamille was already in the kitchen, barefoot, leaning against the counter while scrolling through her phone. “Look who finally decided to join the living,” she said without looking up. “I was starting to think you’d locked yourself in your room for dramatic effect.”“I was sleeping,” I said, grabbing a glass.“