All Chapters of Forbidden Dirty Secrets: A Compilation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lila’s POVI stormed into our apartment, still fuming from the night before. The door slammed harder than I intended. Damien was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, that familiar cocky grin already spreading across his face the moment he looked up at me.“Someone doesn’t look too happy,” he said, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Tell me who pissed you off and I’ll beat the living daylight out of him.”“This has to stop, Damien,” I snapped, my face heating up with anger. “You can’t keep beating up every guy who makes me upset. I know you think you’re being a protective big brother, but it needs to end. Now.”He stood up from the couch, shrugging casually. “You expect me to just sit back and watch some idiot hurt your feelings? Not happening.”“I don’t want your protection anymore,” I yelled, frustration boiling over. “With the way you’re acting, everyone’s starting to think you have feelings for me. And I’m not talking about normal brotherly love. They think you’re lusti

Lila’s POV“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Drive safe and have an amazing trip!” I called out, waving enthusiastically from the front porch as the car engine hummed to life.Mom leaned out the window one last time, her expression stern but affectionate. “You two behave yourselves, okay? I don’t want any calls from the neighbors complaining about chaos.”“Yes, Mom,” Damien replied smoothly, placing a hand over his heart like he was making a solemn vow. “I promise we’ll be on our absolute best behavior. Nothing but peace and quiet here.”I rolled my eyes at his overly innocent tone, watching as Dad backed the car out of the driveway and turned onto the street. The taillights disappeared around the corner, and suddenly the house felt bigger. Emptier. Just the two of us now.Damien slipped his hands into his pockets, leaning against the porch railing with that easy, confident stance that always made my stomach flutter. “Well… looks like we’re officially alone in this big house.”“Yeah,” I murmured,

Lila’s POV I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the soft cushions suddenly feeling like they were burning against the backs of my thighs. My heart was pounding so violently I could hear it echoing in my ears. Damien’s confession hung heavy in the air between us, thick and suffocating. Every word he had spoken still rang in my head — You’re the girl I want to fuck. I couldn’t tell him the truth. I couldn’t let him see how badly I was crumbling inside. My fingers twisted together tightly in my lap until my knuckles turned white. I bit down hard on my lower lip, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood. “No,” I whispered, the lie scraping against my throat like broken glass. “I don’t have feelings for you. Why would I? You’re my brother. My twin brother. It’s wrong, Damien. Whatever you’re feeling… you have to get rid of it. Please. Just wipe it away.” I couldn’t look at him. If I met his eyes, I knew I would break. Instead, I pushed myself up from the couch on shaky legs, my kne

Lila’s POVIt was around 6 in the evening, I was still in the kitchen trying to keep myself a little calm with a glass of cold water, desperately hoping that I'll forget about the events at school. But this is when I saw her through the window — Rachel, walking confidently into our compound like she owned the place. My stomach twisted instantly. She didn’t even bother knocking. She just pushed the front door open and stepped inside like it was her second home. I slammed the glass down on the counter and marched into the living room, hands planted firmly on my hips. “What the hell are you doing here?” Rachel turned to me with a sickly sweet smile that made my blood boil. “What I’m doing here is absolutely none of your business, Lila. So do me a favor and stay out of it.” She tried to walk past me like I was invisible, but I was faster. I grabbed her wrist tightly and yanked her back, my grip firm enough to make her stumble. “Listen to me, Rachel,” I hissed, my voice dripping with

Damien’s POV I finally looked up from my phone, my eyes landing on the girl sitting on my bed like she actually belonged there. Rachel — or whatever the hell her name was. She wasn’t my type. Not even close. Her makeup was caked on too thick, her perfume was overly sweet and cloying, and the way she kept shifting her legs, trying to show off her thighs, did absolutely nothing for me. It felt forced. Fake. Ooh geez, what does she want now? My subconscious immediately shot back: You were the one who invited her here, dumbass. “Shut up,” I muttered under my breath, quickly shutting that voice down. I didn’t need a lecture from my own head right now. Rachel crossed her arms over her chest, clearly growing impatient. “So… are we going to do something or what? I didn’t come all the way here just to watch you stare at your phone the whole time.” I shrugged, leaning back in my chair with deliberate boredom painted across my face. “Let’s just say I’m no longer in the mood like I was when