All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The heavy door at the end of the hall. Dark wood, framed in rough iron, fitted with a heavy lock. She stood in front of it almost every day this week, telling herself she was just walking, just stretching her legs. It was a lie and she knew it.Rosa's voice came back to her, quiet and serious. Don't go there, child. It is Sebastian's private space. That is all you need to know.Viola stared at the iron frame.Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was anger. Maybe she just wanted to find one thing in this fortress that explained the man who walked out of her bed without a word. She didn't know why her hand lifted.Her fingers closed around the handle.The heavy lock hung open.Her heart kicked once against her ribs. She pushed the door, and it swung inward on smooth, silent hinges. A thick curtain hung just inside. She gathered the fabric and pulled it aside.Viola froze.The room was enormous. It stretched out under a wide slanted skylight, moonlight pouring down over everything in pale sh

Viola stared at him, stunned. "Sebastian, I—""I said get the fuck out!"The shout crashed through the studio, rolling off the stone figures, and Viola flinched so hard her shoulder slammed into the table. Then her legs took over. She ran past him, through the velvet curtain, and out into the dark corridor, her bare feet slapping the runner, her breath coming in ragged, broken pulls.She made it inside the guest room, shoved the heavy door shut, and leaned her entire back against it.For several minutes, she couldn't do anything except breathe.Fast, shallow pulls barely reached her lungs. Her body trembled with a light, uncontrollable shaking. She pressed her palms flat against the wood behind her, her chest heaving as the silence in the room slowly settled.What did I do?The question spun through her head, sickening and real.She had never seen him look at anyone like that. Not even his enemies. That raw, boiling fury in his amber eyes made her stomach twist in knots. And the pictu

Viola was already moving too fast to stop. The man reached out to grab her upper arm, but his fingers faltered before they could close around her skin. He froze, caught in a paralyzing second of sheer panic at the thought of putting his hands on the Boss's woman without an explicit order. That brief hesitation gave her all the room she needed. Viola twisted away from his reach, slammed both palms flat against the heavy release bar of the side exit, and threw herself out into the freezing night. The mountain wind hit her like a wall of ice, cutting right through her thin sweater, but the burning rage and humiliation in her chest was so intense she barely felt it. She plunged into the thick forest, where the canopy blocked out the moonlight and swallowed her in pitch-black darkness. Branches tore at her arms and caught in her hair. Pine needles and sharp stones dug mercilessly into the soles of her bare feet, slicing through the tender skin with every stride, leaving smeared trails

The mountain wind cut through the trees, dragging dead pine needles across the frozen dirt.Viola stared up at him through blurred vision, her face numb, wet tracks stinging in the freezing air. The shock in her chest shattered into pure, desperate panic."Don't touch me!"The scream tore from Viola’s throat, raw and hoarse, swallowed almost instantly by the roaring mountain wind.She twisted violently in his grip, throwing her entire weight to the side, clawing at his thick wrist with fingers coated in mud and frozen pine needles. She kicked out blindly, trying to yank her arm free.Sebastian didn't budge. He stepped in, closing the space between them in a single motion, his other arm coming around her ribs like an iron band. He slammed her flush against his chest, locking her so tight her feet barely brushed the dirt."Let go of me!" Viola sobbed, her hands bunching into fists and pounding frantically against his broad chest. "

Viola looked down at the top of his head. His dark hair was messy, falling forward over his brow, a stark contrast to his usual immaculate appearance. The sleeves of his black shirt were pushed high, revealing his forearms.She remembered what those hands felt like tangled in her hair, against her waist, touching her like she was the only thing that mattered in his world.The memory made her stomach twist with nausea.I'll be your little dirty secret.She said it out of pure agony, wanting to hurt him the way he hurt her, but the words felt like poison in her own mouth. He hadn't flinched. He just looked at her like she was irrational, like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum over an impossible dream.Finally, he gathered the stained cloth, closed the kit, and stood up to his full height.He towered over her, casting a long shadow across the bed.Viola kept her chin down, staring fixedly at the bandages around her feet. S