Todos los capítulos de Forbidden By Her Mafia Stepbrother : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Every step Viola took toward the dining room felt like walking to her own execution.She didn't sleep a single minute. She spent the whole night huddled in the corner of her dark bedroom, her knees pulled tight to her chest, waiting for the heavy footsteps of her mother’s guards. She was certain Maria marched straight to her mother's room the second she fled the kitchen.Now, the morning sun streamed through the massive windows of the estate, but Viola felt nothing but cold dread.She felt like a ticking bomb. Any second now, her mother would call her name, drag her by the hair, and publicly destroy her. Taking a shaky breath, Viola picked up a heavy silver coffee pot and carried it into the grand dining room.Vanessa was already sitting at the long mahogany table. She held a small compact mirror, elegantly touching up her red lipstick. Viola kept her head down, quietly stepping forward to set the coffee pot on the table.Vanessa glanced at the silver pot. "Did you prepare my coffee e

The heavy crystal tumbler clinked softly against the dark mahogany desk.Sebastian stood in his private office, staring down at the sprawling map of the city’s shipping routes spread across the wood. He took a slow sip of his whiskey, his mind already calculating the next five moves of his expansion. The corporate building was quiet around him, the evening glow filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of his high-rise office.Mateo stood respectfully near the heavy doors, his hands clasped behind his back. "Miss Vanessa was quite happy with the necklace this morning, Jefe."Sebastian paused. He slowly lowered his glass, his amber eyes shifting toward his right-hand man."She is easy to please," Sebastian murmured, his voice a low, dismissive drawl."A quarter of a million dollars is an expensive way to please her," Mateo noted smoothly, watching his boss carefully.Sebastian turned his attention back to the maps. "Give someone shiny stones, and they will rarely look closel

Viola froze. She slowly lifted her head, her violet eyes meeting his. He was already staring directly at her. She gave a quick, nervous glance around the quiet room and realized they were alone. There were no other workers in the lounge. He was talking to her.Breaking eye contact, she dropped her gaze and walked over to the crystal bar cart. She poured the dark whiskey with trembling fingers. Taking slow, hesitant steps, she walked back toward the sofa and held the glass out to him.He didn't take the glass right away.His hand reached up, but instead of grasping the crystal, his rough fingers lightly brushed against hers. Viola’s breath hitched. Time seemed to pause as he let his touch linger, the sudden, forbidden heat sending a jolt straight up her arm.Click.The fitting room door suddenly opened.Viola gasped softly. She quickly snatched her hand back, taking a fast step away from the sofa like she had just been caught doing something bad. A hot, guilty flush rushed straight to

Sebastian sat down on the velvet sofa, his heavy boots crushing the broken glass. He rested his forearms on his knees."Come here," he ordered quietly.Viola didn't move. She stood completely frozen for two long seconds, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was too terrified to take a step."Come here, Dulzura," he repeated, his voice dropping into a low, heavy register.The command broke through her paralysis. Her legs finally moved, taking slow, shaky steps toward him. When she was finally standing right in front of him, he reached out. His large hands gripped her small waist.Before she could even process what was happening, he pulled her forward.Viola gasped sharply as she landed on his lap.Her breath completely stopped. She sat sideways across his strong thighs, completely engulfed by his massive chest. Her wide, teary violet eyes met his dark amber ones."S-someone will see," she stuttered frantically, trying to instinctively pull away. "What are you doing?"He didn't ans

Sebastian set his empty crystal glass on the table. The soft clink of the ice echoed in the quiet restaurant booth. He looked at Viola, his amber eyes unreadable in the dim light."We are leaving."He stood up, adjusting the cuffs of his dark suit. Viola quickly set her napkin down and scrambled out of the booth, keeping her head bowed as she followed him toward the exit. The heavy meal sat warm in her stomach, but the lingering exhaustion from the day dragged at her bones. She kept her eyes on his polished shoes, assuming the night was finally over. She fully expected him to take her back to the estate so she could slip into her dark room and hide.She was wrong.The luxury SUV merged onto the highway, leaving the bright lights of the city far behind. Viola sat in the backseat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She watched the dashboard clock in the dark. Thirty minutes passed. Then an hour. Then an hour and a half.The silence inside the car was thick and suffocating. Sebastian s