All Chapters of His Forbidden Obsession: Tempting The Devil I Can't Have: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

FAMILY TIESISABELLAI remember! The man from the mall. It's Mathieu.Huh?I watched Alexander's eyebrows rise, just slightly, before his face smoothed into something unreadable.Mathieu?" he asked, his voice careful.Yeah, Mathieu Renaud." Camille leaned forward now, her eyes fixed on her father. "He used to work for you before your marriage crashed. He was at the house sometimes.Alexander set down his wine glass, his eyes fixed on his daughter. There was something behind his eyes that I couldn't name.He came to see me," Alexander said slowly, his face loosening. "A few days ago.Camille's eyebrows dipped. "What? He came to see you? And you didn't think to mention it?"I was going to, it skipped my mind.Camille scoffed, leaning back in her chair. "Unbelievable. The man runs away when you needed him most, disappears for years, and now he just shows up again? Is he a ghost or something?"Alexander let out a low breath. "It wasn't his fault, Camille. Heading abandon me, he was just f

DRESSES AND GALA DATESALEXANDERI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the strands of my hair as I thought about the encounter with Isabella in the kitchen this morning.I still find it a bit unbelievable that she said No.In her words “People would take and what would Camille say about me going on a date with her father? It's too risky.”After that, she said that, she climbed down from the counter, straightened her tank too and walked out of the kitchen without looking back.I was thrown under the freaked truck.I threw on a casual dress and walked toward the dining room, sweeping my hair away from my face. Camille was already at the table, scrolling through her phone, a half-eaten croissant on her plate. Isabella sat across from her, pushing a piece of fruit around her bowl, her eyes fixed on the screen of her phone too.I can never understand this generation and their obsession for screens.Good morning ladies," I said, taking my seat.Camille looked up. "Morning, dad. You're l

GALA MADNESSISABELLAThe day of the gala, Camille would not shut up.From the moment I opened my eyes, she was there, leaning against my doorframe, already dressed in a robe, her hair wrapped in a towel, her face bare and glowing.Are you excited?" she asked.It's seven in the morning.That's not an answer.I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head. "Camilleeeeeee."I can't help it. My father hasn't bought me a dress since I was fifteen, and that one was hideous. But still, it's the thought that counts." She bounced on the balls of her feet. "What do you think he picked? Something classic? Something daring? What if it's red? I've always wanted a red gown.You've asked me this fourteen times.Fifteen now. What if it's red?I threw the pillow at her, but instead of hitting her face, she caught it, laughing. Camille decided to let me be as she disappeared down the hallway, already talking to herself about shoes.I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the gala.

THE PUPPET MASTERNARRATOR'S POVMathieu stood in the corner of Alexander's office, his face a mask of calm and his hands clasped behind his back. He watched as Marcus Thorne crumbled beneath the weight of his confession, concentrating as the scene unfolded exactly as he had scripted it.Marcus was good. Mathieu had to give him that. The trembling hands, the wet eyes, the cracked voice, it was almost believable. Almost.But Mathieu knew the truth. The money Marcus had stolen was real enough—a few hundred thousand. But it was nothing compared to the millions Élise had siphoned. But it was enough, enough to give Alexander a villain, enough to close the case and enough to make Alexander believe the threat was gone.The real money he had been hired to find led to Élise. It always had. But Mathieu had buried that trail deep and replaced it with Marcus's name before offering the man a choice to take the fall and keep his pension, or refuse and face prosecution for crimes he had actually com

UNINVITED GUESTALEXANDERI froze with my lips still tingling from hers, my hands burning where they had gripped her hips. For a moment, the world narrowed to the space between us. Then I turned.Mathieu stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the light from the hallway. His face was unreadable, but his posture was relaxed, his hands in his pockets. He didn't look shocked, at least not from my own point of view.Seeing him, I exhaled, relaxing my shoulders and trying not to show the sudden change of emotions going on inside me.Mathieu." I called in a steady voice. "What are you doing here?He stepped onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. "I was calling your name as you left the ballroom but you didn't hear me."Right… I wouldn't. My mind was too focused on getting to her first.I need to speak with you," he continued. "One of the top investors is asking for you and he's been waiting for quite a while now.I frowned from his words. Something about his statement didn't just