Todos los capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 189

The warmth spread through her chest instantly. She tried to eat slowly, to keep her composure, but after the second spoonful, the starvation took over. She ate quietly, her head bowed, fighting back the humiliating sting of tears in her eyes. Her fingers gripped the spoon so hard her knuckles turned a stark, bloodless white. He had seen her at her absolute lowest—starving, broken, and terrified in the back of David's car. He had seen her collapse right into his arms. She felt a deep, twisting anger at her situation, furious at her own helplessness, and for some reason she couldn't fully explain, she was angry at him too. Sebastian didn't say a word. He sat at the head of the table, his large hand wrapped around his coffee cup, his piercing amber gaze resting silently on her trembling hands. The silence grew too heavy to bear. Viola set the spoon down against the edge of the bowl with a faint clink. She gathered what little strength remained in her chest and looked up, meeting his ey

Sebastian ignored him. He picked up a pair of heavy steel pliers from the tray, testing the weight in his large, calloused hand."We'll start slow," Sebastian whispered.He took David's right hand in an iron grip.The scream that tore from David's throat was blood-curdling. It echoed violently off the concrete walls as Sebastian slowly, methodically gripped the first fingernail and wrenched it free from the raw, bleeding bed. Blood welled up instantly, dripping down David’s fingers and splattering onto the cold floor.David sobbed, his body convulsing in pure agony, begging in broken, incoherent gasps.Sebastian didn't blink. His expression remained utterly dead, completely detached, as if he were merely peeling fruit. He moved to the second finger, his grip unrelenting, listening to the agonizing crunch of cartilage and torn flesh with cold indifference. He dragged out the pain, piece by piece, breaking him slowly, expertly keeping him on the razor's edge of consciousness without let

"Viola. Open the door."No sound came from inside.Sebastian’s jaw ticked. His voice dropped into a low, lethal timber that carried clearly through the heavy mahogany. "Do not make me say it twice, Dulzura. You know I hate repeating myself."Still, the room remained dead silent.Sebastian turned his head toward the armed guard stationed at the end of the hall and extended his palm. The guard quickly hurried over, fishing a heavy brass master key from his pocket and placing it into his boss's hand before stepping back with a bowed head.Sebastian slid the key into the lock, turned it with a sharp click, and pushed the heavy double doors open.The suite was dim, illuminated only by the fading orange and purple hues of the twilight bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Viola was curled up on the small velvet chaise lounge near the glass. Her knees were pulled tightly against her chest, her small arms wrapped around her shins, staring blankly out into the endless wilderness. The

"You're still not answering me," she whispered softly.Sebastian lowered the spoon back into the bowl. He looked up at her, the amber in his eyes softening just a fraction."This fortress is my real world, Viola," Sebastian explained, his voice low and steady. "This is the heart of my cartel. This is where I truly rule. Out there, in the city, I wear a mask for high society. But this place is mine. No one enters without my permission, and no one leaves."Viola stared at him, her heart thumping softly."I had men watching, but by the time I got the word that you ran away from the estate, I was in Mexico," Sebastian continued, his jaw tightening slightly. "The second I found out, I took my jet straight back. But before my men could intercept you on the road, David got to you first. It took hours to track his car down in the storm."Viola watched him closely, searching his sharp features for any sign of a lie.She found none.A heavy breath escaped her lips, the suffocating knot of betra