All Chapters of Forbidden Obsession Married By Contract To His Uncle : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The silence in the room felt so thick, so oppressive, as though even the air itself was reluctant to move between them. Neither of them had taken so much as a single step from where they had originally stood. Catalina's gaze remained fixed on Elio's face, sharp and demanding, waiting for the answer she had been trying to draw from the depths of his heart all along. Every passing second carried an ever-growing weight of tension, becoming more unbearable by the moment. Yet it was that prolonged silence that slowly crushed the very foundation of the hope Catalina had fought so desperately to preserve. After knowing Elio for years, understanding every inch of his character and every one of his mannerisms, Catalina knew one fundamental thing about the man standing before her. Elio might be exceptionally skilled at hiding the storms of his emotions behind a mask of composure. He could be cold, indifferent, and difficult to read. But when it came to something that truly mattered in his lif

The night grew deeper. Silence settled over the Castello mansion, swallowing every sound until all that remained was the rustle of the wind occasionally brushing against the leaves in the backyard. But for Catalina, the night was anything but peaceful. Ever since leaving Elio's room, her feet had carried her back to her own bedroom, yet her thoughts remained behind in the second-floor hallway, just beyond the door where she had heard a confession she had never imagined possible. She had not even bothered to turn on the main light. Only moonlight streamed through the large windows, casting her silhouette across the wooden floor. Catalina walked slowly toward the window. She drew aside the sheer curtain, and her gaze fell upon the garden, quiet beneath the glow of the garden lights. A small pond in the corner of the grounds reflected the yellowish light, its surface gently rippling in the breeze. Without realizing it, the place reminded her of the night Fernando had found Aixa and Elio

Catalina had never imagined she would find herself sitting in the corner of this room, fingers curled around the handle of a cold porcelain teacup, actually considering an offer from a Valeria.For years, ever since she had come to know the Castello family, the relationship between Catalina and Valeria had always remained within the confines of very fragile porcelain. They greeted each other with smiles whose curves were forced into perfect symmetry, exchanged poisonous compliments at social gatherings, and maintained a reasonable distance between them. They respected one another, but neither was foolish enough to trust the other. More importantly, Catalina knew enough about Valeria's true reputation behind that mask of perfection.Valeria was the very embodiment of danger wrapped in elegance. The woman was not merely intelligent. She was a natural strategist. She was elegant, graceful in every controlled movement, and most dangerously of all, Valeria always knew exactly which buttons

A Warning in the Library Aixa's sudden departure from the dining table left behind an awkwardness that froze in the air. Although Valeria tried to lighten the mood with her gentle laughter and lively conversation about charity events, Catalina could no longer focus. The guilt gnawing at her chest felt like a sharp thorn. Every time she remembered Aixa's tearful eyes before she fled, Catalina felt partly responsible for the poison Valeria was spreading. But above that guilt was a far greater and more tangible fear: Elio. Elio's feelings for Aixa were a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment and destroy the very foundation of the Castello family. And Catalina knew exactly what she had to do. She had to stop him before Valeria exploited that weakness to create an irreversible disaster. That night, when darkness had wrapped the Castello Mansion in suffocating silence, Catalina walked through the deserted corridors on the second floor. Her footsteps echoed softly over the th

Playing with Fire Heavy rain had been pouring over the mountainous region surrounding the Castello Mansion since dusk. Thunder occasionally rumbled in the distance, casting cold flashes of light across the massive glass windows that stretched along the corridors of the western wing. The sound of water pattering against the thick stone roof created a false sense of tranquility, a natural disguise for the poisonous intrigue being plotted behind silk-lined walls. Inside her private study, warmed by the fire blazing in the fireplace, Valeria stood staring into the darkness beyond the window. A glass of red wine rested in her hand, reflecting a blood-red shadow in the glow of the flames. A steady knock on the door broke the silence. "Come in," Valeria said without turning around. The door opened slowly. Catalina stepped inside hesitantly. Her appearance was still neat, but the lines of anxiety etched clearly across her face could not be hidden. She closed the door firmly behind her, a