All Chapters of A Prison Called Love Taboo: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

SELENAI read the line three times.If he can put her on paper, I can put her in every room where paper matters.My hands did not shake. That almost scared me more than if they had. I walked into the house, set the envelope on the kitchen island, and stood over it while the gate camera light blinked against the window. Sienna’s backpack was still on the chair from the morning rush. One glitter sticker peeled up at the corner. Ordinary life, one meter away from a handwritten threat wearing business language.I called Kael.He answered on the first ring. “Talk.”“A package came to the secondary entrance. Addressed to me. Inside is a stakeholder summary with Sienna’s name highlighted and a note from Liam.”Silence, then the sound of a door shutting hard on his end. “Read the note.”I did, word for word. When I finished, the quiet on the line was so complete I could hear my own pulse.“Where are you?” he asked.“Kitchen.”“Stay there. Do not call him. Do not text him. Do not give him the

SELENA Sienna waited until the second red light.Then she said, very calmly, “That was Nathan’s daddy.”My hands tightened on the wheel. “What?”“The man. Across the road. Nathan’s daddy from the park.” She kicked one foot against the seat. “He had the same face. Not twins. Same face.”In the side mirror the curb was already empty. The guard car stayed close behind us. Ordinary traffic moved around the fact that my five-year-old had better facial memory than half the adults in my marriage.“When did you see him at the park?” I asked, buying one second of steadiness.“A long time ago. Nathan took my balloon and then didn’t. His daddy gave it back.” She looked out the window. “You made your scared mouth. Daddy wasn’t there. Today you made your angry mouth. Daddy still wasn’t there.”“Sienna.”“Is Nathan’s daddy a bad car person?”“No.”“Is he a Grandma person?”“No.”“Then what kind of person is he?”I exhaled through my nose and took the next turn home. “He’s someone Mummy and Daddy

SELENASienna took Dragon to the living room to “draft brother rules in crayon,” which bought us approximately eight minutes of adult air.Kael used none of them to be gentle.The second she turned the corner, he crossed the kitchen and caged me against the counter with his arms, not touching at first, just closing the exits. Heat rolled off him. The same man who had called me inconvenient now looked at me like inconvenience had a mouth he wanted.“You’re proud of yourself,” he said.“A little.”“You like pushing into rooms I haven’t authorized.”“I like not waiting for authorization.”His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Say that again.”I did, slower. His forearm flexed beside my hip. The space between us shrank by an inch that felt intentional and mean.“You’re changing,” he said under his breath, “and it’s doing things to my concentration.”“That’s not my problem.”“It is about to be.”His hand finally landed at my waist, firm, possessive, thumb pressing into the soft line above my hip

SELENA I woke to Kael’s hand on my hip and Sienna’s whisper at the side of the bed.“Are you far-sleeping or near-sleeping?”Kael’s eyes opened at once. The hand on my hip did not move away as fast as it would have a month ago. That was the first difference. He extracted it only when Sienna climbed up, and even then his fingers trailed once across my skin like a private receipt.“Near,” I said, voice rough from the night.Sienna inspected us with institutional suspicion. “Near is legal.”Kael sat up, sheet low on his waist, and pointed at the door. “Breakfast negotiation happens downstairs.”“I need a witness for the brother rulebook amendment.”“Downstairs.”She left, announcing that adults who slept near still had to pay attention taxes. The second the door shut, Kael turned, braced one hand on the mattress by my head, and kissed me like the morning was an interruption he intended to charge interest on. My hand found his shoulder and held.“You’re different,” I said against his mou

SELENA He came home after dark looking like the noon version of him had been a rumor.Sienna was already asleep. The monitor glowed quietly on the console. I had left his shirt on purpose and then hated myself for the calculation. When the door opened and Kael walked in, he didn’t look at me the way he had on the stairs; hungry, aggravated, almost human with want. He looked at me like a man who had spent the afternoon correcting an internal error.“You’re late,” I said.“I was busy becoming myself again.”The sentence slid through the entryway and killed the residual heat-script I’d been half-replaying since noon. He put his keys down too carefully. Took off his watch. Rolled his sleeves. All ordinary movements, all wrong in tempo.“What does that mean?” I asked.“It means I sat in a car outside this house for ten minutes because I wanted to walk in and find you before I checked the perimeter.” His eyes lifted, cold and bright. “I hated it.”My mouth went dry. “Kael…”“No.” He walke