All Chapters of Forbidden Obsession Married By Contract To His Uncle : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Footprints in the Garden Heavy footsteps broke the garden’s silence. Aixa froze. Every muscle in her body turned taut. She quickly brushed away the tears streaking her cheeks with the back of her hand, even though she knew it was far too late. Her heart beat so loudly it filled her entire chest. Elio turned toward the sound. In an instant, every trace of calm drained from his face. Along the path lit by soft garden lamps, Fernando walked toward them with steady steps. His expression remained as unreadable as ever. There was no outburst of rage, no sharp rebuke, not even a glance that betrayed open emotion. It was that very calm that made the moment so terrifying. The closer Fernando drew, the thicker and harder to breathe the air around them became. Unconsciously, Elio took one step back. Not out of fear. But out of respect for the boundary he had tried to uphold all along. Fernando stopped several paces away. His gaze shifted from Elio to Aixa, then back again. Silence

Small Changes Several days had passed since that night in the garden. Castello Mansion had fallen back into a routine that looked flawless from the outside. The grand house stood tall and unshaken, like a vast stage set with perfect precision. Servants moved silently, carrying out their duties with unwavering obedience. Family meals began exactly on time; the chime of silver against porcelain rang out in steady rhythm, echoing a sense of order that was nothing more than an act. Fernando was once again buried beneath endless stacks of work, losing himself in authority and control. Aixa, meanwhile, went through every medical examination scheduled strictly by the family doctor. No shouting matches tore through the quiet halls. No whispered secrets or suspicious conversations lingered in corners. Nothing changed enough to catch anyone’s eye. To all appearances, everything was normal, peaceful, and perfectly under control. At least, that was the impression every person in this househ

The Unanswered QuestionOne question had circled Catalina’s mind since dawn, growing louder with every beat—like the tick of a wall clock in an empty, hollow room. Simple as it was, the weight of it was torture, tightening her chest every time she tried to push it away.Who is she?To anyone who knew him, Elio was the very definition of unshakable calm. Years at his side had taught her every turn of his mind: rational, sharp, cool, always in complete command of his feelings. Even when the family’s finances teetered or the foundation was torn apart by internal fights, he stood firm as rock—steady, unmoved.But these past few days, that rock had cracked.Not with loud, obvious breaks that would draw eyes, but with fine, almost invisible fissures most would miss. Catalina was not most people. She had spent most of her life watching him, memorizing every shift in his expression, his tone, the way he moved. And this was not simple exhaustion. A lie was being woven, and she hated that she w

A Different Kind of LookThe library at Castello Mansion was always the quietest room in the whole house.Tall wooden shelves rose almost to the ceiling, lined with neatly arranged old books. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, falling in thin slants across the marble floor, while the familiar scent of aged paper and seasoned wood hung in the air.That morning, Catalina came alone. She needed a few reference books for the family foundation’s meeting later that weekend. A servant had told her the collection she sought was kept at the far end of the library.Catalina walked slowly down the aisle between the shelves. The room was so still that the sound of her own footsteps carried clearly.She had taken only a few steps when she stopped.Voices. Soft, as if two people were speaking on purpose, keeping their tones low.Catalina frowned. This part of the library was almost always empty at this hour.Curious, she stepped more quietly. The words grew clearer.“…you look paler than y

Night had draped the Castello mansion in near-perfect silence, the kind of thick stillness that seemed to press against the chest of anyone still awake. Most lights along the main corridor had been dimmed, leaving only faint pools of glow that cast long, eerie shadows across the stone walls. The staff had finished their duties and retreated to their quarters, leaving the grand, sprawling house wrapped in a biting, cold hush. But Catalina was not among those resting. She moved down the second-floor hallway with steady steps. The click of her heels against the wooden floor was rhythmic, yet every stride felt heavier than the last. Her heart thundered in her chest. Every instinct screamed that this was no ordinary conversation. It was a turning point, one that might shatter and reshape everything between them. She stopped before an intricately carved teak door. Elio’s room. Catalina stood frozen for a moment. She drew a long breath, filling her lungs with the chill of the night air