Todos los capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Hi, loves! I wanted to talk about something for a moment because I’ve seen many different opinions about Viola’s character. 💟 One thing I’ve noticed is that a lot of you want Viola to fight back immediately, stand up to everyone, or simply leave. Honestly… I completely understand why you feel that way. We all want to see the heroine win. We all want to see her stand up for herself and finally stop accepting everything that’s happening to her. But more than anything, I wanted Viola to feel real. Not everyone who grows up in an abusive environment becomes loud, fearless, or rebellious. Some people do. But some people become exactly like Viola. I’ve genuinely met people like this in real life. People who apologize even when they did nothing wrong. People who get scared when someone raises their voice. People who automatically think everything is their fault. People who believe they deserve bad treatment because that’s the only life they’ve ever known. They’re not just fictiona

A silent sob choked in her throat. Sebastian wasn't here. He had left the estate nights ago without a word, vanished into his own dark world. He didn't know she had been locked in a room for two days. He didn't know she had escaped into the woods.And her mother... her mother believed she had run away from home. Her mother would never send a search party. She would only be glad to be rid of the daughter she considered a curse.Hot, bitter tears spilled over Viola’s eyelashes, tracking silently down her pale cheeks and soaking into the fabric of her oversized sweater. She felt completely, utterly abandoned.Screeech.The car suddenly lurched violently.David slammed both feet onto the brakes, the tires howling in protest as the sedan skidded along the asphalt. Viola was thrown forward, her bound shoulder colliding hard against the back of the front passenger seat with a muffled thud.She gasped from the pain, scrambling to sit upright against the seat.David’s entire posture had gone r

A rough hand shook her shoulder. "Wake up." She blinked, sitting up slowly, looking around. They were in the middle of a forest. Tall, dense trees surrounded the road on all sides, their dark canopies blocking out most of the sky. The road beneath the car was narrow and unpaved, barely wide enough for the SUV. Viola's heart dropped. They're going to kill me. The thought hit her like a fist to the gut. They brought her to the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, where no one would hear her scream. They were going to murder her and leave her body in the woods. Oh my God. I'm dead. I'm dead. Maybe they were David's enemies. Maybe they were Sebastian's enemies. Maybe they knew who she was and they were going to use her as leverage, or worse— "Come out," the man beside her said, his voice flat. Viola looked at him, then at the open door. She didn't have a choice. Viola stepped out on shaking legs, her bare feet sinking into the freezing dirt and dead leaves. Then she heard

He carried her up the steps, walking down a wide, silent corridor lined with abstract art and dark wood paneling. He pushed open a set of heavy mahogany doors with his shoulder, stepping into his master suite.The room was vast and deeply insulated against the cold wilderness outside. A massive stone fireplace crackled to life on the far wall, casting warm, dancing orange light across the dark, polished floors. Above the sprawling king-sized bed, a large, pristine mirror was fixed directly into the ceiling, reflecting the thick charcoal sheets and the heavy velvet curtains drawn back to reveal tall glass windows facing the pitch-black forest.He walked over to the bed and lowered Viola onto the soft mattress with surprising gentleness. He pulled the thick silk comforter over her small frame, tucking it up to her shoulders.Sebastian stood there for a moment, looking down at her.He reached over to the mahogany nightstand and picked up the landline phone. He dialed a short extension an

The first thing Viola felt was warmth.It confused her. A deep, heavy warmth, wrapped around her body like a second skin. For a long moment, she didn't move. She just lay there, staring at nothing, listening to a silence so complete it rang softly in her ears.Then she opened her eyes.An unfamiliar ceiling stretched above her. Dark wooden beams. And fixed directly into the center of it—a large, pristine mirror.Her own face stared back at her. Pale. Small. Her dark hair spread across a charcoal pillow. For a strange, disorienting second, she didn't recognize the girl in the glass.She froze.She bolted upright, but the sudden movement sent a violent spike of dizziness tearing through her skull. The vast bedroom tilted sickeningly to the left. A sharp gasp scraped past her raw throat, and she threw her hands out to catch herself against the mattress, her fingers burying into thick, smooth silk sheets.She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the room to stop spinning.Sebastian.His fa