Semua Bab His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Bab 151 - Bab 160

CHAPTER 151THE SILENT THINGS WE CARRYISABELLAI held Camille's gaze after she said those words, and everything about her eyes screamed murderous intent. Okay… maybe not literally, but she did look like she'd continue from where her father stopped if she got a hold of Julien. So without saying anything, I just nodded and started walking.Thankfully, Camille didn't push. She just fell into step beside me with her shoulder brushing mine, and started walking with me. Her silence was heavier than any question she could've asked, and she stuck to it. The sand was soft beneath our shoes, the waves crashing in a rhythm that matched nothing inside me.I remained silent, moving with my legs. We walked, and walked, and walked some more. A"You know," Camille said finally, her voice coming out dry and a bit hesitant, "if you're leading me to hell, you could at least warn a girl. I'd like to freshen up first and maybe pick a few bikinis for the heat."The fuck did she just say!?I turned to loo

CHAPTER 153A FISH TRAPPED IN A NETALEXANDERI woke before dawn, the anticipation already rooted deep in my chest. For the first time in a very long time, I had a permanent small smile on my lips that morning. Today was the day I began the first stage of the plan to eliminate Victor from my life for good. Henri Delacroix would walk into my office, and I would hand him the evidence that could destroy his marriage, reputation, and entire life. The bastard would have no choice but to dance to the tune of my music. I showered, dressed, and stood in front of the mirror wearing a dark suit and tie. The armor of a businessman going to war. My tired reflection stares back at me. I was tired, but focused, and the circles under my eyes were a bit darker than I'd liked. Who gives a fuck about that? Sleep could wait, but victory couldn't. Though when I got to the dining room, the air was a bit awkward, and there was something awkward about Isabella, I brushed it off. A lot has happened in

CHAPTER 155THE MONSTER AND IT'S MEALALEXANDERI approached the shape on the ground with a pounding heart and heavy feet. The rain was still relentlessly, plastering hair on my forehead and blinding my vision partially because the water kept getting into my eyes. I blinked, wiping my face with my sleeve.That was when the image shape became clear. Oh fuck…A deer was lying on its side, it's legs twisted. It was a young one and I could swear it was on it's last breath. It was probably darting across the road, confused by the storm. I finally allowed myself to breathe, weaving my hand through my hair. I stood there for a moment, watching it struggle since there was nothing I could do. Finally, imwakkwd back to my car, opened the door and climbed inside. I sat there for two minutes, just breathing. Then I put the car in drive and continued home.The house was warm when I finally walked in, a sharp contrast to the cold that was outside. The smell of food drifted from the dining room,

CHAPTER 157 THE CRACK IN THE CANVAS Alexander I woke to the feeling of being watched. My eyes opened slowly. The room was bright, sunlight streaming through the curtains. Isabella was lying beside me, propped up on one elbow, her gaze fixed on the far wall. She hadn't noticed I was awake. "What are you staring at?" I asked, my voice rough with sleep. She jolted, her head turning toward me. "You're awake." "I am now." I followed her gaze to the painting on the wall—a landscape I had bought years ago, rolling hills and a dark sky. "You've been staring at that for five minutes. It's creepy." She blinked. "I feel like there's something... hidden. Something I'm seeing but not seeing." I chuckled, sitting up. The sheets pooled around my waist. "It's called art, Isabella. It's supposed to look realistic." She let out a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing. Then she turned to face me fully. Her hair was a mess, her lips still swollen from last night. She looked like a dream. I pulled

CHAPTER 159THE FURY OF A FATHER ALEXANDERThe video played on a loop on the TV in my office. Victor Morel's face was pale and trembling, while his voice was soft and calculated. And every single word that fell out of the bastard's mouth was nothing but a carefully aimed dagger. "Camille Moreau seduced me. She forced herself on me. Just like her mother did to him."I couldn't stop replaying that part in my head even after I watched the video three times, trying to boil down the rage that was tumbling in my throat. My vision was one colour and my head was ringing vehemently. The bastard used my daughter! That bastard twisted the same truth and made himself the fucking victim! And of course the world was eating it up. My phone buzzed again with Camille's call. Without hesitation, I answered. "Camille."Her voice came out high and panicked. And I knew she was either crying, or had already cried. "Dad, have you seen it?""I've seen it.""Why is he lying? You know I didn't, right?""