Todos los capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Viola opened her eyes.Pale morning light peeked through the sheer curtains, cutting a thin, quiet glow across the ceiling. She lay completely still in the center of her bed, staring up into the dimness.Slowly, her hand drifted up from the mattress.Her fingertips brushed against the cool metal of the pendant resting against her collarbone.She curled her fingers around the silver, feeling its delicate edges press into her palm.Was yesterday real? Or was it just a dream?She closed her eyes for a brief second, feeling the answer in the steady beat beneath her skin. It was real.Viola sat up, the thin cotton sheets pooling around her waist. A deep warmth rushed into her face, her cheeks heating up as fragments of yesterday flooded back all at once—the dim, quiet penthouse suite, the heavy weight of his hands on her skin, the rough scrape of his jaw, and the dizzying, breathless way he had taken her apart until she couldn't think.A small, shy smile touched the corners of her lips.Th

"What?" he snapped, his voice sharp and irritated.Viola’s head snapped toward Sebastian at the sudden word. She turned around with the dusting cloth gripped in both hands, looking at the three of them in confusion.Mateo and Enoch quickly cleared their throats, instantly dropping their eyes back to the documents in front of them.Viola looked between them for a second before turning back around to resume wiping the console.Behind her, Sebastian exhaled a slow breath of smoke and muttered in low, harsh Spanish to the two men, "Sigan con su maldito trabajo." ("Keep doing your damn job.")Viola didn't understand the words, but the lethal bite in his tone was impossible to miss."Viola."His deep voice called out.She stopped, turning around to face him. She didn't say a word, simply waiting and looking at him."Bring coffee," Sebastian said, his amber eyes fixed on her face. "One my usual. And one with milk and two spoons of sugar for Mateo."Mateo’s head snapped toward his boss. He st

Viola stood in the bright, white-tiled kitchen, carefully slicing ripe strawberries on a wooden board. The early morning sun streamed through the tall windows, casting long stripes of warm light across the marble countertops.The heavy double doors of the kitchen swung open, and one of the junior staff members hurried inside, wiping her hands nervously on her apron."Miss Viola," the girl said, sounding slightly breathless. "Miss Vanessa is not feeling well. She asked for her breakfast to be brought up to her room."Viola paused, the edge of the knife halting against the board. She looked up at the maid, blinking slowly."I need to serve the dining room," Viola said softly."No, she specifically asked for you to bring it," the maid replied, shaking her head.Viola looked down at the cutting board. It was strange. Vanessa rarely took her meals alone in her room; she loved nothing more than sitting at the grand dining table, ruling over the household staff while they catered to her every

Viola opened the door and stepped inside. Sebastian was sitting on the large leather sofa near the center of the room. He was holding his phone to his ear, speaking in low, rapid Spanish. Dressed in dark trousers and a black button-down shirt, his broad shoulders filled the space, carrying a heavy, commanding presence.Viola didn't interrupt. She walked over to the mahogany coffee table in front of him, quietly setting the tray down and reaching for the silverware.As she stretched her arm out to position the plates, a large, warm hand suddenly closed around her wrist.Viola froze. Her eyes widened as she looked up, meeting his amber gaze. But Sebastian wasn't looking at her face. His eyes were locked sharply onto her right forearm.Viola glanced down.She was wearing a white cotton dress with long sleeves. Through the thin fabric, a dark, wet patch of blood had seeped out around her elbow, blooming bright red against the white cotton. She hadn't realized the fall had cut her this badl

The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind her, the atmosphere in the room shifted entirely. Sebastian picked up his phone again."Mateo," he said, his voice dropping into pure ice. "Come to my room."A few minutes later, a firm, respectful knock sounded on the door.Sebastian was standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his broad back turned to the room, his hands clasped tightly behind him. "Enter."Mateo stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He immediately straightened his posture. The temperature in the room felt like it had dropped ten degrees. The air was heavy, suffocating."Jefe," Mateo said respectfully.Sebastian didn't turn around. His voice was a low, frozen blade.Sebastian didn't turn around. His voice was a low, frozen blade."Tell me what happened.""A few hours ago, the chandelier in Miss Vanessa’s wing fell," Mateo reported evenly. "Miss Viola was taking breakfast to her. A maid we recently hired pushed Miss Viola out of the way just before impact."Sebas