All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

CHAPTER 132EVENING UNEVEN GROUNDALEXANDERI woke before the sun. The room was still dark as the sky was yet to let out the sun, but something felt different. I felt lighter. And I knew it was from the events of the previous evening. I never knew I needed such comfort until she gave it to me.A small smile tugged at my lips and I didn't fight it.When I finally swung my legs over the side of the bed, the clock read 6:15. I showered, dressed, staring at myself in the mirror for the longest time. Everything was beginning to tell on me physically. I walked out of the house with a lightness in my chest that almost felt foreign. Though I knew it was going to be difficult catching a glimpse of Isabella, but I still hope. The drive to the office was almost stiff, but I didn't mind. A lot more was going on in my world than to be concerned about how the day was starting. The car pulled up to the building as I watched the glass doors looming ahead. I stepped out, and the lightness in my ch

CHAPTER 134THE SPIDER'S WEBThird PersonMathieu sat in his car, parked on a quiet street several blocks away from the beach house. The engine was off, the windows tinted, the only light the glow of his phone screen. He had been waiting for the right moment to make this call. Now, with Alexander's ultimatum still ringing in his ears, he had no choice.He pressed dial.Élise answered on the fourth ring, her voice sharp with irritation. "Mathieu. It's late. What do you want?""I need to talk to you. It's about Alexander.""I assumed as much. Spit it out. I don't have all night."Mathieu smiled in the dark. Even through the phone, he could feel her impatience. She was always like this when she felt in control."He's pushing me for something concrete," Mathieu said. "Evidence. Proof that you're lying. He told me if I don't find something soon, he'll stop trusting me. He'll stop using me.""And?""And I'm calling to ask you—should I continue? Or should I let it go?"The silence on the oth

CHAPTER 136BREAKING HIS CONTROLISABELLAThere's a difference between normal noise and white noise. And right now, all I could hear was white noise. Julien was talking, I knew he was talking because his lips were moving and sounds were coming out, but I didn't hear a single word he'd said in the last ten minutes. My phone was propped against the water bottle in-between my laps, the screen glowing with live updates from the courthouse. I’ve been refreshing every few seconds, my heart pounding, as my stomach twisted in knots. The news channels were all covering the same story. Alexander Moreau trial… verdict imminent.“—and I told him that if he couldn't see the value in the project, then maybe he shouldn't be in charge of—"“Uh-huh.”My mind blanked again as my eyes diverted to the screen of my phone. A reporter stood outside the courthouse, her mouth moving, but I had the sound off. I didn't need sound, all I needed was the words at the bottom of the screen.BREAKING NEWS: Charges

CHAPTER 138THE TRAP SPRINGSNARRATOR'S POV Camille Moreau had done a lot of things in her life, but following a man home on the first date… that was not something she had done before. It was new to her. Victor's apartment was on the top floor. The elevator ride there was smooth, silent and the kind that spoke of wealth without announcing it. When the doors opened, Camille stepped into a hallway that opened into a living room so vast it could have held the beach house's entire ground floor.For a second, shock seized her breath as she took it all in. A part of the wall was covered with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea. The furniture was dark leather, the art on the walls original… they weren't prints or reproductions. A grand piano sat in the corner, covered in a thin layer of dust."You live here alone?" Camille asked, her voice smaller than she'd ever heard herself speak. Except for that one time her crush in high school had spoken to her for the first time. Victor smile

CHAPTER 140BAD MEMORIES ISABELLAI've known Alexander for over a month now, and I've never seen his eyes go this dark. Not as dark as it was right now. The moment the name left my lips, I noticed the instant shift in his eyes. His jaw tightened, his hands curled into fists ai his sides as his pupils dimmed. Oh God….That look in his eye… I've seen it one before, years ago when I was a child. And since then it has engraved deep into my memories. My grandfather had worn that same expression the night he walked out of the house and never came back. The same night my grandmother died.They had a huge fight about something I was too little to understand, and her health was already very frail. He stormed out of the house and drove into the night, leaving here alone. A minute after he left the house, she had a heart attack and died. I was too little to know the basics of emergency. My grandfather never forgave himself until he died of depression. And I couldn't let that happen again.