All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

The morning sun crept softly through the sheer white curtains, laying pale gold stripes across the empty side of the bed.Viola shifted beneath the linen duvet, her eyelids fluttering open against the bright light.The mattress beside her was cold.She turned onto her back, letting out a small, breathless groan as a dull, heavy ache rippled through her thighs and hips. Her entire body felt completely drained, every muscle carrying the bruised memory of his hands and the hours they had spent in the shower. The man was an absolute beast—an unyielding force that never seemed to tire, taking until she had nothing left to give, only to pull her against his chest and hold her through the night.Viola smiled faintly to herself, staring up at the white ceiling.She tossed the covers aside and swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. But the moment her bare feet touched the floor and she tried to stand, her knees buckled under her weight.

Slowly, gently, Viola leaned forward, bringing her hands up to the side of his neck, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his rough cheek.A faint sizzle and a sharp, smoky smell suddenly broke the silence.Viola pulled back, her eyes going wide as she looked past his shoulder. "Sebastian! The pan!"Sebastian turned his head calmly. The eggs were browning fast, the butter smoking against the iron.Without the slightest hint of panic, he reached over, switched off the burner, and scraped the ruined food into the trash with a smooth flick of his wrist.He set a fresh pan on the stove and turned back to her, his face completely unbothered."Sit at the table, Dulzura," he said, catching her by the waist, lifting her off the counter, and placing her gently onto her feet. "Breakfast will be ready in five minutes."Viola gave him a soft nod and walked slowly over to the wooden dining table near the window.She pulled

Viola sat alone at the wooden table, staring at the closed glass.Her mind raced in confused circles, staring at the empty space he had just left.Who is Alessandra?The name echoed in her head, cold and unfamiliar. She had never heard Sebastian mention her. Yet the message had sounded so natural, so entitled to his time.Through the glass, she could see his tall, powerful silhouette leaning against the stone railing outside, the phone pressed firmly to his ear.Out on the patio, the cool mountain breeze rustled the lavender bushes below.Sebastian pressed the phone to his ear, his voice completely calm, smooth, and guarded."What is it, Alessandra?"A sharp, melodious sigh drifted through the receiver, carrying that polished, effortless arrogance typical of the De la Vega family."Darling, finally," Alessandra purred, her tone lightly chiding. Dad told me you had business, but you promised you would be

The silence in the countryside house felt different now.Five days passed since Sebastian left for the city. Five days of waking up alone in the wide bed, the lingering scent of his cedarwood cologne fading from the sheets, replaced by the crisp mountain breeze that blew in through the open windows.He called her once, late on the second night. His voice came through the encrypted phone he left on her nightstand—low, rough with exhaustion, background noise humming around him. He spoke for barely three minutes, asking if she was eating, making sure the guards outside stayed in their perimeter, reminding her to stay within the property grounds.“I’ll be back soon, Dulzura,” he told her before hanging up.Since then, the phone stayed completely silent.Viola stood in the kitchen on the fifth morning, holding an unpeeled orange in her hands. The moment her thumbnail pierced the skin, releasing a sharp spray of citrus into the air, a violent wave of nausea surged straight up her throat.He

The drive back felt twice as long.The moment the front door of the villa clicked shut behind her, Viola dropped the bag of groceries on the kitchen island, pulling out the three small boxes with shaking hands.She didn't take off her coat. She practically ran up the stairs to the master bathroom, locking the door behind her.Her hands trembled so violently she nearly tore the cardboard packaging to shreds.She followed the instructions printed on the back, lining all three white plastic sticks on the marble counter beside the sink.The timer on her small wristwatch ticked down.Three minutes.Viola stood with her back pressed against the wall, her arms wrapped tightly around her ribs. Her pulse roared in her ears, every second stretching out into an eternity. Cold fear, disbelief, and a strange, overwhelming warmth clashed violently inside her chest.Beep. Beep.Her watch chimed softly.Viola swallowed the dry lump in her throat. She stepped forward slowly, her knees trembling beneat