บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

One week later.The Hierro estate was suffocatingly quiet.Seven days had passed since the gunshot in the ballroom, and Giovanni was still missing. His disappearance on Spanish soil had sparked a massive political fire with the Italians. The threat of an all-out war had forced Rafael to leave the city to handle the damage control in person.Inside the mansion, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Octavia treated Viola like a ghost. Whenever they crossed paths in the long corridors, her mother would look right through her, projecting a cold, bitter blame for the ruined alliance.Viola lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. Sleep was impossible. Her mind simply wouldn't shut off. The deafening crack of the gun. The dead calm in Sebastian's amber eyes amidst the crossfire. The rough, punishing press of his thumb against her split lip.She shifted under the blankets. The pure, paralyzing fear she used to feel around him was changing. It was twisting into someth

Viola hit a solid wall of pure muscle.A sharp gasp punched out of her lungs as she landed squarely across Sebastian’s lap. Her hands instantly flew up, her palms flattening against his broad chest just to keep herself from collapsing against him.She froze.The heat radiating off his large frame was immediate and suffocating. He was so close she could feel the steady, heavy rise and fall of his chest beneath her hands. The dark scent of him wrapped around her—rich tobacco, sharp cedarwood, and something undeniably male and dangerous.Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs. She looked up, her wide violet eyes meeting his.Sebastian didn’t push her away, nor did he wrap his arms around her to hold her close. He simply sat back in his heavy leather chair. His striking amber eyes locked onto her face with a dark, unreadable intensity.Before she could even try to pull away, his hand moved. His long fingers caught her chin, his grip firm and unyielding as he forced her face a fraction

The sharp, heavy scent of melting wax and old incense always made Viola’s stomach turn.It was the smell of punishment.The massive cathedral in the heart of the city was empty, save for a few elderly nuns moving silently near the distant altar. The stained-glass windows cast long, colorful shadows across the cold stone floor, but there was absolutely no warmth in the light.Viola was on her knees.She wore a plain, long dress that covered her from her collarbones down to her ankles, her hair pulled back tightly in a neat twist. Her bare knees were pressed flush against the unforgiving stone floor near the back pews.Her mother stood over her, looking down with dead, cold eyes."You will kneel here until you understand exactly what you have done to this family," her mother hissed quietly, her voice echoing in the empty space. "You are a curse, Viola. A wicked, ungrateful wretch. You will kneel before God and beg forgiveness for the sins you have brought upon us."Viola kept her head b

The master wing of the Hierro estate was always submerged in quiet, isolated from the rest of the sprawling mansion. The morning sun cut sharply through the tall glass doors of Sebastian’s bedroom, casting long, stark shadows across the dark wood floor.He sat leaned back in a heavy leather chair, the faint, sharp scent of gun oil hanging in the air. He wore black slacks and a deep crimson silk shirt, the top buttons left undone against the rising heat of the day. A disassembled handgun rested on the small table beside him. He held the magazine in one hand, running a clean cloth over the dark metal. The slow, rhythmic slide of fabric against steel was the only sound in the room.Mateo stood a few feet away, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he delivered the morning report."What is my dearest father doing these days?" Sebastian asked quietly. His voice was flat, his eyes never leaving the weapon in his hands."He is secretly meeting with a few of the older bosses, Jefe," Mat

Viola flinched, a quiet gasp escaping her lips. "W-What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tight with panic.He completely ignored her. He gripped the hem of her long white cotton dress and began to slowly push the fabric up her legs."Please, don't," she whispered frantically, her face burning so hot she felt like she was dying.She quickly reached down, her trembling fingers wrapping around his thick wrist to stop him. It was completely useless. He didn't even pause. Sebastian just stopped moving the fabric and gave her one dark, heavy look.Viola’s breath hitched. Defeated, she slowly released her grip, her hand falling flat against the mattress.With slow, deliberate movements, the fabric slid over her shins, bunching up until it rested just above her knees.He stopped.The tension in the room spiked, turning suffocating and cold. Viola watched the muscles in his broad shoulders tighten beneath the crimson silk. His gaze was locked on her bare knees. The skin was mottled with da