Forbidden: His Father's Desire의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 9

SANDRA’S POV“So this is what you’ve been doing?” My voice shakes no matter how hard I try to steady it. “F*cking my best friend behind my back?”Pamela grabs the blanket fast, pulling it against her chest with trembling hands like covering herself changes anything.Austin barely reacts. That’s the worst part. No panic. No guilt. No rushing to explain himself. He just drags his shirt over his head slowly, calm as hell, like I’m overreacting already and we haven’t even started talking yet.I stare at him, disbelief mixing with humiliation so sharp it almost makes me nauseous. “Say something,” I whisper harshly, wiping angrily at my face. “Go on. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I didn’t just walk in and see exactly what I think I saw.”Pamela shakes her head quickly. “Sandra, please…… it’s not…..”“Don’t.” The word slices out of me instantly. “Don’t fucking lie to me right now. Not when I’m standing here looking at both of you like this.”Austin exhales slowly through his nose, already irrit

SANDRA’S POVI book a room at the front desk without really thinking about it, my fingers tightening around my credit card while the concierge types something into the computer.“Room 206, Miss Nicholson. Enjoy your stay.” I take the key card and head straight toward the bar before I can think too hard about anything else.The hotel bar is quiet, dim lights reflecting softly against dark glass walls while low jazz hums through the speakers. A few people sit scattered around the room, businessmen in suits pretending they’re not exhausted.I slide onto a stool and stare at the bottles lined behind the counter. “What can I get you?” the bartender asks. “Something strong,” I say, my voice flat. “Actually…..make it a double.”He nods and pours. I drink it fast. Too fast. The burn helps. Not enough, but it helps. Another. Then another. The edges start to blur. Not enough to lose control. Just enough to take the edge off.I don’t know how long I sit there, long enough that the bartender sta

SANDRA’S POVThe morning air is cooler than I expect. It hits my skin the second I step outside the hotel, sharp enough to wake me properly this time, not like the slow, blurry waking inside that room.This is real, Cars move past me. People walk by carrying coffee cups and talking about normal things while my entire life feels like it cracked open overnight.I pull my jacket tighter around me and walk. No destination at first, just movement, just distance.Distance from Austin. From Pamela. From the hotel room. From him.My phone buzzes in my hand. I don’t look at it. I already know who it is. Austin. Again. I stop at the side of the road, exhaling slowly, my fingers tightening slightly around the phone before I finally glance down.Austin Calling……I decline it immediately. The screen lights up again. This time a message. *Babe, where are you? Let’s met.*Another message comes in before I can even lock the screen. * Stop ignoring me. We need to talk.*Something cold settles deeper in

KELVIN’S POVThe city looks calm from up here. Glass buildings, steady traffic, everything moving the way it’s supposed to, cars sliding through intersections, people crossing streets like nothing ever breaks, like everything always fits into place if you follow the lines.I should feel the same. I don’t. I stand near the window, one hand in my pocket, my gaze fixed on the streets below like that’s enough to settle what’s already shifting inside me, like distance will make it smaller, easier, manageable.It isn’t. I’ve handled worse than this. Bigger deals, bigger risks, situations that could’ve cost me millions if I got them wrong, decisions that affected entire companies, entire lives, and I didn’t hesitate, didn’t second guess, didn’t lose control.But this shouldn’t even be a problem. It should be simple. The door opens behind me. I don’t turn immediately. I don’t need to. I already know it’s her.The air changes. Subtle, but there, like something shifts without sound, like the ro

KELVIN’S POVLos Angeles alive in that quiet, distant way it gets at night. The city moves around us. Inside the car was silence. I keep my eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, posture controlled like always.She sits beside me, close enough that I’m aware of her without looking, every small movement, every shift in her breathing, every second stretching longer than it should.Neither of us speaks at first, we don’t need to. Everything is already there. The dinner. Austin. The way his hand stayed on her like a claim.My jaw tightens slightly. I shouldn’t care but I do. “Why are you still with him?” The question comes out before I can stop it.But there’s something under it. Her head turns slightly toward me. “Why do you care?” Her voice is steady, but not soft, not defensive either.I let out a slow breath, my grip tightening briefly on the steering wheel before I ease it again. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”Silence sits there between us. Her breath changes. “You