All Chapters of His Forbidden Scarlett : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Scarlett's POV:Loving Christian Marchetti was a sickness, and at eighteen, it was officially terminal.It was over dinner that my father coldly announced that Christian was being exiled from the family dynasty tonight and my world completely imploded. The announcement dropped like an afterthought just when I was about to dig into dessert.“Christian is leaving tomorrow morning. Permanently. And his name will no longer be spoken in this house.”My father never liked Christian. To him, he was a living reminder of his cheating ex wife, Christian's mother. Even after conducting multiple DNA tests, all confirming that he was his son, father never forgave him. He tortured him for lengthy hours, treated him like dirt and always reminded him that he was the son iof a filthy whore. And tonight, he was finally casting him away from the family and the Famiglia mafia entirely, stripping him of his inheritance especially since his latest child bride was finally pregnant with his ‘real’ heir.Fath

Chapter 3 Scarlett's POV Christian’s eyes never left the curve of my breasts as the steam curled around us. My nub hardened under his unhinged gaze. I had never seen him this way. So unhinged, so affected. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. He took a step closer until the heat of his body brushed the damp towel I clutched to my chest. The look in his eyes undid me. My core was clenching. I felt a stream of liquid down my legs and it had nothing to do with the shower I just had. It was all Christian. “Scarlett…” he drawled and my toes curled on the floor. “How could I leave? When the image of your naked body and the things I could do to you kept me awake all f*cking night?” His voice was a rough whisper. So he too hadn't slept? The sound of his confession gladdened me. “You’re trembling, Scarlett. How long have you been fantasizing about your stepbrother?” My breath hitched. He knew I had always wanted him. I couldn't speak. I only kept my eyes o

Scarlett's POV Leo was the only good thing born from the ashes of my stupid mistake. For four years, he was my entire world. Chloe joined me in Chicago after I ran from my father's house. We both left everything of our old life behind and worked hard to take care of our small family. I loved him with all the love my broken heart could give. Father tried to reach me severally after I left the house but I shut him out completely. I wouldn't bring more shame to him and most importantly, I didn't want to associate my spotless, pure son to the demons of the mafia.He had my heart, but he had Christian’s face. Especially those same stormy, unreadable gray eyes. Every time I looked at my son, I fought an agonizing war in my heart. I hated Christian for abandoning us, especially for leaving Leo without the fatherly love every child deserved. Yet every night, when Leo fell asleep with his head against my collarbone and Chloe thought I'd slept off, a treacherous longing would ache in my hear

Christian's POVA FEW HOURS BEFOREDaring men called me beautiful before they called me anything else. Women too, though most learned fast enough not to say it twice. There was a word for what I was when I stood still and let them look—Adonis, someone whispered once, drunk on champagne and too stupid to notice what was beneath the face. They saw the jaw, the height, the eyes the color of a storm with a deadly glare. They never saw the rest of it until it was too late to run.But I was not beautiful tonight.Tonight I was what my father made me—cold, deadly, and without mercy.The smell of blood and concrete filled the air. My wolf sat just beneath my skin, calm for now, waiting. Upstairs, the whole pack was quiet, holding its breath, waiting to see if their Alpha was still a man tonight, or something worse.I rolled my sleeves to the elbow on my way down the stairs. I didn't rush.I never rushed.My eyes locked onto Enzo.My wolf stirred beneath my skin the moment I saw him, low and h