Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Prison Called Love Taboo: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

I yanked my hand away from Kael’s grip the next second after he tried to hold me back at the door.“Don’t,” I snapped, voice shaking but sharp. Tears were still falling, hot and angry down my cheeks. “Just don’t. It’s not your business what happens to me anymore.”Kael’s eyes darkened, that possessive look he always had for me flashing across his face. “Selena, you just got out of the hospital. You had an accident. It’s late. You’re not thinking straight—”“I said it’s not your business!” I shouted, louder than I meant to. My chest was heaving,m. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not after everything. Not when your son’s pregnant whore is still standing half-naked in my living room.”Mia was still there in the background, leaning against the wall in her tiny black lace lingerie, smiling like she was watching her favorite movie. She didn’t say anything, but I could feel her eyes on me, mocking, satisfied, enjoying every second of my breakdown.I didn’t wait for Kael’s reply. I tu

She pushed me back onto the couch with surprising force for someone as wasted as she was, her hands shoving at my chest until I landed hard against the cushions. The room spun a little from how fast it happened, but Selena didn’t give me a second to catch my breath. She climbed on top of me like a woman possessed, her short dress hiking all the way up her thighs, bunching around her hips. No panties. Just the slick, scorching heat of her bare pussy grinding down against my already hard cock, the fabric of my open pants barely in the way anymore.“Selena… wait—” I started, my hands instinctively gripping her hips to steady her. She was extremely drunk. I could smell the tequila and whatever fruity cocktails she’d been pounding all night on her breath, see the glassy, unfocused rage in her eyes, the way her movements were sloppy yet desperate.She shut me up with a bruising kiss, angry and messy, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like she wanted to devour me and punish me at th

LIAM “I don’t love Selena.” The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them. They tasted like poison, like the worst kind of truth I’d been swallowing for months. Dad was already halfway out of his chair, that calm, terrifying look on his face turning into something colder. I wanted to take it back. I wanted to say I was just stressed, that I was confused, that of course I loved my wife. But it was too late. The sentence hung between us like a death sentence. Dad stood up slowly. No rush. No shouting. Just that controlled way he moved, like the whole world bent to him. He crossed the room in three steps, and before I could even flinch, his fist connected with my face. Pain exploded across my jaw. I hit the floor hard, the taste of blood flooding my mouth. My lip split open instantly, warm and metallic. For a second, the room spun. I tasted copper and regret and that stupid, weak part of me that always fucked everything up. I pushed myself up fast, wiping bloo

The iced Americano nearly slipped from my fingers. Rachel. Standing right there in the middle of this random cafeteria like some ghost I couldn’t shake.My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might actually be sick. The hangover still clung to me, fuzzy and heavy, but the panic cut through it sharp and fast. I took a stumbling step back, the chair behind me scraping loud against the pavement. A couple at the next table glanced over, but I barely registered them. All I could focus on was her face, the same face that had been between my legs while I fell apart like I had no control left.“No,” I whispered, voice cracking. My heart slammed against my ribs, loud and frantic. The world tilted for a second, the bright afternoon light stabbing at my eyes. “You can’t be here. This isn’t happening right now.”Rachel’s expression changed fast, surprise melting into something softer, gentler, but that familiar hungry look still flickered in her eyes. She set her mimosa down on the nearest emp

SELENA Two days later, the guest room downstairs still smelled like dust and the faint detergent from the sheets I hadn’t bothered to change. I woke up on my side, staring at the blank wall, the same way I’d stared at it the night before and the night before that. My body felt heavy. Not from alcohol this time. Just from existing.I’d given Liam the upstairs bedroom. The matrimonial one. I couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping in that bed again, the same bed where Kael had first stretched me open, the same bed where I’d let Liam fuck me while I was still full of his father's cum. Down here felt safer. Emptier. Like I could pretend the rest of the house didn’t exist.A soft knock came at the door.I didn’t answer.The door creaked open a few inches anyway. Liam’s face appeared in the gap, hair messy, eyes cautious. He looked like a man who knew he wasn’t welcome but kept showing up anyway. I hated that look. I hated that part of me still hadn’t walked out completely.“Breakfast is