Todos os capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Slowly, she turned around, her violet eyes wide with pure shock.Rafael stood a few steps away in his perfectly tailored grey suit, holding his leather briefcase. His face was entirely blank, revealing absolutely nothing, but his dark eyes were fixed right on her."S-sir," she stammered, taking a small, instinctive step back."I am heading the same way," her stepfather said, his tone flat and empty. "I will drop you off."Viola just stared at him. Her mind went completely blank. In all her life, Rafael had never offered her a ride. He barely even looked in her direction unless it was to agree with one of her mother's punishments."Oh, no, sir," she rushed out, trying to keep her voice polite but her panic bleeding through. "That is not necessary. I can just take the bus, I don't want to—"Rafael did not argue. He did not raise his voice. He simply leveled a hard, heavy look at her. The sheer authority in his dead silence shut her mouth instantly.She swallowed the lump in her throat a

The heavy, rhythmic bass of the club vibrated through the floorboards of the VIP lounge. Down below, the crowd was a blur of flashing neon lights and shifting bodies, but up in the soundproofed room, the atmosphere remained strictly business.Sebastian sat casually on the dark leather sofa, a heavy crystal glass resting loosely in his grip. He watched with a blank expression as the client signed the final page of the contract, offered a polite handshake to the associates, and finally left the room.The door clicked shut. The deal was closed, but Sebastian’s mind was occupied with an entirely different problem.He took a slow sip of his drink. The ice clinked softly against the glass. For the past week, his little rabbit had been doing everything in her power to avoid him. She slipped into the hidden corners of the estate whenever he was near, keeping her head down, scurrying away like a coward. It was starting to severely irritate him. She was playing a dangerous game, testing his pat

Viola dragged her aching feet across the polished marble floor of the estate. Her entire body felt heavy with exhaustion. The shift at the boutique had been relentlessly busy, draining whatever little energy she had left. All she wanted to do was to slip into her room, take off her shoes, and collapse onto her bed for the rest of the night.She was just turning the corner toward her room when a young maid stepped directly into her path."Miss Viola," the maid said, her tone flat and devoid of any real respect. "The Head Maid is looking for you. She is waiting in the kitchen."Viola paused, her brows pulling together in genuine confusion. Her legs were already giving out. What could the Head Maid possibly want at this hour? Without having the energy to argue or ask questions, she simply gave a tired nod and changed her direction.The massive kitchen was bustling with the loud clatter of evening preparations. The Head Maid stood near the stainless steel counters, watching the staff with

Viola stood in the middle of the massive kitchen, staring down at the long grocery list in her hand. Her shoulders throbbed with a dull, persistent ache from a grueling day at the boutique, but right now, she barely felt it. She was too busy being genuinely angry.What is this? she thought, her brows drawing together as she read the ridiculous number of dishes required for one single meal. Is he eating for ten people or something?Usually, dinner in the estate was a fractured, separated affair. Her mother and Vanessa had a strict habit of eating early in the evening. Viola didn’t even know what her stepfather Rafael’s routine looked like, since he mostly kept to his private study or ate out. Everyone gathered for breakfast, but Sebastian was never present for lunch, and his dinners were always late in his room.She let out a frustrated breath. She didn't have a choice. She tied an apron around her waist and started cooking.Her body ached with every movement, her tired feet dragging a

Sebastian didn't even spare her a second look. He walked past her and sat down on the leather sofa by the table.He looked at the food. Then, he looked at her. Viola looked back at him.It took her a painful, humiliating second to realize he was waiting for her to serve him. She quickly stepped forward, filling his plate with the food she had cooked, and set it down in front of him with shaking hands.She stood back and watched as he picked up his fork and began to eat. She stared at the massive amount of food on the table, her own empty stomach giving a quiet protest. Is he going to offer me any? she thought absurdly, watching him take another slow bite. Look at him, eating all of that while I stand here.When he finally finished, Viola stepped forward and silently removed the empty plate. She stood there in silence, staring at the floor. Finally, she took a small step backward, turning her body toward the door."Did I tell you to leave?"The cold question made her freeze again. She