All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Sebastian walked down the empty hallway and entered his personal study.The pale moonlight filtering through the tall windows was enough. He crossed the hardwood floor, pulled a silver cigarette case from his pocket, and lit one.He took a long, slow drag, the orange cherry glowing in the dark as he exhaled a thick stream of smoke toward the ceiling.His other hand clenched into a tight fist at his side.He closed his eyes. But the moment darkness took over, all he saw was her face—streaked with dirt, tears shining on her cheeks, and the absolute terror in her eyes as she ran blindly into the freezing woods just to get away from him.For a few hollow minutes out there in the trees, watching her small figure vanish into the pitch-black forest, something inside his chest had dropped into a sickening freefall. It was a sensation he had never experienced in his thirty-four years of life. A raw, ungrounded fear of losing control over something

Viola woke up to the sound of pine branches scraping against the high glass of the balcony door.For a few seconds, she lay completely still, staring at the dark timber beams above her head. Her body felt heavy, bruised from the inside out. The throbbing in the soles of her feet was a dull, steady pulse, wrapped tight in clean medical gauze.Then she turned her head.The master bedroom was empty, the fire reduced to white ash in the hearth. But across the room, sitting on the luggage rack by the wardrobe, was her canvas duffel bag.Viola sat up, the charcoal sheets pooling around her waist.She swung her legs over the side of the mattress, biting down on her lip as her tender heels touched the floorboards. She limped across the room, reached the wardrobe, and pulled the doors open.Her clothes from the guest room were all there. Her few knit sweaters, her jeans, her spare shirts—everything had been unpacked, folded, and hung in n

Sebastian’s hand halted in midair.Viola pulled her knees closer to her chest, her violet eyes lifting to meet his for the briefest fraction of a second. There was no fear in them this morning. No tears, no begging. Just a flat, freezing indifference that hit harder than any scream she had thrown at him in the woods.Sebastian stared at her, his lips pressed into a hard, dangerous line."Rosa has breakfast ready in the dining room," he said, each word tight and clipped.Viola turned her face back to Bear, scratching behind the dog's ear.Sebastian lingered for two more seconds, his fingers flexing at his side, before turning on his heel and walking toward the north corridor where his office was. The heavy oak door shut behind him with a sharp click.Viola let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, burying her face into Bear's warm neck.That silence did not break by evening. Nor did it break the next day, or

He leaned down, his eyes dropping to her parted, trembling lips.For one split second, the sheer heat of his presence threatened to pull her under. Her body remembered the way his mouth tasted, the way he held her in the dark, the impossible tenderness he had shown before ripping her heart out.Then his words from the guest room echoed through her mind, cold and venomous:I don't do love, Viola. I never have, and I never will.The illusion died instantly.Viola’s expression turned to stone. The softness vanished from her eyes, replaced by pure, freezing disgust.She didn't let his hand touch her skin.With both hands, she shoved against his wet chest with everything she had.Sebastian took a half-step back, his grip on her waist tearing free. His amber eyes narrowed, a sharp flicker of shock cutting through his dark gaze before his jaw set into a rigid, dangerous line.The rejection hit him like a physi

Sebastian’s fingers tightened against her jaw, his thumb pressing into her cheekbone as his gaze searched her face for a single crack, a single sign of the sweet, innocent girl who had begged for his touch in this very house.There was nothing. Just the solid, impenetrable wall she had built against him.He didn't know how to reach her. He had never had to apologize in his life. He didn't know how to offer comfort, how to say that her silence was driving him insane, how to tell her that having her slip through his fingers was tearing him apart from the inside. All he knew was brute force, leverage, and chains. And none of those things were working on her anymore."Say something," he whispered, his chest heaving against hers, a dark, dangerous plea laced beneath the order. "Say one word to me, Dulzura."Viola didn't move. Her chin stayed steady in his grip, her violet eyes locked on his, empty and unyielding.Sebastian stared at her parted