CHAPTER ONEWHEN FATE HATES YOUISABELLA"You're not coming, are you?"Camille's voice cracked through my phone speaker, equal parts accusation and disappointment. I shifted the device against my ear, staring at the suitcase on my bed. It was half-packed, like my commitment to this trip."Of course I'm coming. The flight's tomorrow.""You've been saying that for three weeks. Every time I call, you're 'definitely coming,' but your suitcase looks like it's been in the same spot since Tuesday."I opened my mouth to argue, then closed it. She wasn't wrong."Julien thinks I shouldn't go.""Julien." She said his name like it was a flavor she'd tried once and hated. "What does Julien think you'll miss? Another dinner where he answers emails under the table? A weekend where he 'accidentally' schedules golf with clients instead of your anniversary?""Camille-""No, listen to me." Her voice softened, losing its edge. "Izzy, when's the last time you did something just for you? Not for him, not f

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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

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CHAPTER THREEPLAYING WITH FIREI forgot how to breathe.Alexander Moreau stood three feet away, bare-chested in the moonlight, and my lungs simply stopped working. It was like my lungs had decided oxygen was optional now that he was in the room.His eyes hadn't left mine."Isabella," he said my name again, slower this time. "It's three in the morning.""I know what time it is.""Then what are you doing here?"I should have lied and mumbled something about water and fled back to my room like any sane person would. But my mouth was faster than my brain."I couldn't sleep.""Why?"Because I can't stop thinking about you, and you've invaded my brain like a virus."I just..." I gestured vaguely. "Jet lag. New place. You know how it is.""No." He set down his glass and turned fully toward me. "I don't. Tell me."I crossed my arms over my chest, which only drew his eyes there for half a second before they snapped back to my face."You're staring," I said."So are you."He wasn't wrong. I co

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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

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CHAPTER FIVETHE WRONG WINGISABELLAThree days.Seventy-two hours of pretending I wasn't checking my phone every five minutes.Julien called twice more. Real conversations and not the usual forty-second check-ins. He asked about the house, the weather, and what I'd eaten for dinner.Normal boyfriend things. Things I'd begged for over two years.And all I could think about was a text from an unknown number."I'll be back before you know it. Stay out of trouble."Stay out of trouble.What kind of trouble? The kind where I couldn't stop replaying his voice? The kind where I lie awake at night imagining his hands? The kind where my boyfriend's "I miss you" landed hollow because my heart was already somewhere else?I was already in trouble. Deep trouble.Camille seemed to notice the change in my behavior."You've been weird all week," she said on Tuesday morning, sprawled across my bed while I pretended to read. "Is it Julien? Did he do something again?""No. He's been... good, actually."

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All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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