All Chapters of Forbidden Obsession Married By Contract To His Uncle : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

THE PASSPORT AND THE DEPARTURE Adolfo Suárez Madrid–Barajas Airport hummed with activity from early morning. Flight announcements echoed over loudspeakers, blending with the rush of thousands of travelers hauling luggage, the scrape of wheels on marble floors, and the murmur of conversations in every language. Amid the flowing crowd, the terminal felt vast, impersonal, and cold. Aixa sat on a metal seat in the international departure lounge. She wore an oversized cream-colored coat of thick fabric, chosen to hide her thinning frame and the faint curve beginning to show beneath. Her cold hands gripped a new passport, its deep blue cover still stiff and smooth. The document had been issued through special channels, restoring her true, long-buried identity. She opened it to the first page and read the name printed clearly there. Aixa Herrera. Not Aixa Castello. Not the wife of a famous tycoon pictured on magazine covers. Not the woman branded a scandal and a stain on a respected fam

Fernando's Regret and the Beginning of the Search The powerful black sedan came to an abrupt stop in the passenger drop-off area of Terminal 4 at Adolfo Suárez Madrid-Barajas Airport. Its tires screeched against the wet asphalt, drawing the attention of the people nearby. Before his bodyguard could even open the door, Fernando had already pushed his way out. The expensive suit draped over his shoulders was slightly rumpled, and his black tie hung loose around the collar of his shirt. The man strode through the automatic glass doors of the airport. His heavy, hurried footsteps echoed across the polished marble floor as he cut through the crowds of passing passengers. His usually calm and commanding face was now marked by utter panic and anxiety. His eyes, reddened from lack of sleep, swept across every corner of the terminal in search of the woman he knew better than anyone. But the airport was far too vast, filled with thousands of unfamiliar faces, each person busy with their own

A Little House on the Outskirts of the City Time was a strange healer. It did not truly erase pain or bury scars until they were invisible. Instead, time taught people how to walk across the rubble of their past without having to constantly mourn what had been destroyed. Four years had passed since that cold night at Terminal 4 of Adolfo Suárez Madrid-Barajas Airport, when Aixa had stepped aboard a plane bound for a new continent. The grandeur of Madrid, the illustrious Castello family name, the flashes of media cameras, and the condescending gazes of high society had all faded into distant memories, growing dimmer with each passing day. In a quiet little town on the outskirts of Buenos Aires, Aixa's life had undergone a complete transformation. There were no more calls from lawyers, no exhausting social engagements, and no longer any of the chill she had felt in the grand corridors of the Castello mansion. Instead, there was a simple house painted a pristine white, with natural st

: The Wedding Photograph and Elena's Question Night had fallen over the quiet suburb of Buenos Aires. A cool evening breeze drifted gently through the gaps in the patio windows, carrying the soothing scent of eucalyptus leaves. Inside the little white house, everything was peaceful and still. In the children's bedroom, Aaron and Elena were fast asleep in their bunk beds. Cartoon-printed cotton blankets covered their small bodies up to their chests. Aixa stood for a moment in the doorway, watching her two precious children breathe steadily in their sleep, a loving smile on her lips. Then, she slowly pulled the door almost shut, leaving only a narrow gap. Aixa made her way quietly to the back patio. In her hands, she held a brown leather-bound photo album, its corners slightly worn. It was the only keepsake from her past that she had held on to all these years. She settled into a wooden rocking chair on the patio and let the evening breeze brush against her face. With fingers that h

The Home That Truly Mattered That afternoon, the sky above the Buenos Aires suburb was painted in breathtaking shades of orange and gold. A gentle breeze swept through the streets, bringing a refreshing coolness after a day of warm sunshine. After closing the bakery with Isabel and finishing all her work, Aixa walked home alongside her twins. Aaron's little fingers were wrapped tightly around her right hand, while Elena held her left hand in her warm, trusting grip. The children's small footsteps tapped rhythmically against the cobblestone sidewalk, creating a soothing melody. Along the way, the front yards of neighboring houses echoed with the laughter of locals watering their plants or relaxing on their porches. "Mama, guess what?" Aaron said excitedly, swinging the hand that held his mother's fingers. "At school today, our teacher told us about an eagle that can fly really high over huge mountains!" Aixa lowered her gaze toward her son and smiled warmly. "Oh, really? That eag