Todos los capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Vanessa sat at her gilded vanity, slowly brushing out her long blonde hair in front of the mirror.The bedroom glowed warm under the crystal lamps. She stared at her reflection, her striking blue eyes narrowing with deep irritation. Her fingers gripped the silver hairbrush so tightly her knuckles turned white.That little bitch got saved.Vanessa set the brush down on the glass tabletop with a sharp clatter. The plan was perfect. The money transferred, the bolts loosened, the timing calculated down to the minute. Viola was supposed to be lying under a mountain of broken crystal right now.But the little freak's luck held out.It doesn't matter, Vanessa thought, her eyes darkening with pure venom as she stared into the glass. She got lucky today. Luck runs out. I'll try again.The heavy oak door of her bedroom burst open with a deafening crash.Vanessa jumped up from her chair, spinning around to scream at the staff for entering without knocking. The words died in her throat.Two massiv

"You tried to kill your own sister." The words hung heavily in the damp air. Vanessa went completely still. Her wide eyes stayed locked on his face, unblinking. How does he know? She planned everything so carefully. Every thread buried, every trail wiped clean. No one was supposed to trace it back to her. No one. Then her gaze dragged slowly across the man crouched in front of her—the dead calm in those amber eyes, the cigarette burning patiently between his fingers. The answer settled cold in her chest. Nothing stayed hidden in this estate from Sebastian Cain Hierro. Nothing ever did. Still, she forced her lips to tremble, fresh tears pooling in her eyes. "I don't know what you are talking about—" Sebastian didn't move. He didn't argue. He just watched her, patient and empty, letting her little performance die out on its own. "Last chance, Vanessa," he said quietly, the smoke curling from his mouth. "Lie to me one more time, and you won't be leaving this cell." Vanessa’s li

No one moved. No one breathed. The impossibility of Viola gripping her mother’s arm hung in the air. Viola shoved her mother’s hand away. Octavia stumbled back a step, her heels scraping against the hardwood as she caught her balance. She looked at Viola in pure disbelief, as if she were looking at a stranger. "Why do you always choose what you want to see?" Viola demanded, her voice shaking with adrenaline, the blood on her lip smearing as she spoke. "Why can't you just ask me clearly? 'Did you do it or not?' Instead, you just walk in here and assume it's my fault. I didn't even see Vanessa yesterday!" "You—" Her mother’s face twisted with venomous hatred. She pointed a trembling, manicured finger at Viola’s chest. "You should have died the day you were born." The words hit Viola like a physical blade, tearing straight through her chest. It was the same curse her mother had repeated since childhood, but the sharp cruelty of it never stopped hurting. Yet, this time Viola di

Viola stood frozen in the center of her room, tears drying cold against her cheeks.Please save me.The whisper died in the empty air. No one was coming. No one even knew she was locked in here.She looked down at her trembling hands.Then something inside her hardened.No.Viola shook her head slowly, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She couldn't give up. She couldn't let them put her in that car with David. If she went with him, he would ruin her. There would be no coming back from that.She needed time. Even a few minutes.Viola walked to the door and pulled it open.The maid stood in the hallway, her hand still raised from knocking."I need ten more minutes," Viola said quickly, her voice steadier than she felt. "Tell my mother I'm getting dressed. I'll come down on my own."The maid hesitated, looking at Viola's tear-stained face. "Madam said—""Just ten minutes," Viola pleaded. "Please. I'll come down on my own. I promise."The maid looked at her for a long second befo

Viola could only see his back.He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark jeans. His hair was long, pulled back into a loose ponytail. The broad expanse of his back was covered in old, faded scars—long, jagged lines crisscrossing his tanned skin like someone had carved into him over and over again. His right hand hung at his side, bleeding steadily, dark red drops falling from his fingers onto the polished floor beneath him.Viola had never seen this man before in her life.But it wasn't the man that made her breath hitch in her throat.In front of him, pressed flat against the wall, was a girl.The same girl. The same maid who saved her from the chandelier. The one with the beautiful ocean-blue eyes.She was shaking violently, her back plastered against the wall, while the man caged her in with his bleeding arm braced beside her head.Viola's hand flew to her own mouth.The maid's eyes shifted—and locked onto Viola standing in the doorway.They both froze.Viola raised her finger