All Chapters of The Devil's Forbidden Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Selene pov"Why, Adrian?! Just tell me WHY?!"My voice shattered the lively music and chatter inside the grand ballroom. Instantly, silence fell over everyone—the guests, the friends, the family, and all the people who came to celebrate the birthday of the man I thought I was going to marry one day. All eyes were on me—shocked, pitying, and judging.I stood in the middle of the room, my whole body shaking from anger and heartbreak. In front of me stood Adrian, my boyfriend of two years. The man who promised I was the only one. The man who swore he had moved on from his past. But tonight, on the very night of his birthday, he was standing right next to a woman of breathtaking beauty—soft features, perfect smile, looking at him with eyes full of history and affection.Elara. The name he kept mentioning back then, the name that always stood between us even when he denied it. His first love. The woman who left him years ago and left a wound I thought I had healed.Adrian looked at me cold

Selene povThe heavy oak doors boomed shut behind us, the sound echoing through the vast entrance hall like a death sentence. The interior was even more intimidating than the outside—marble floors that shone like mirrors, high ceilings with crystal chandeliers that cast cold, glittering light, and walls lined with expensive paintings that seemed to watch my every move. It was beautiful, yes, but it was the beauty of a cage built for a bird that was meant to fly.Don Lorenzo didn't let go of my arm. His grip was firm, unyielding, making sure I knew exactly who was in control. He led me forward as if I was nothing more than a piece of luggage he had just brought home from a trip."Look around you, Selene," he said, his voice calm and arrogant, bouncing off the high walls. "This is where you will live now. This is where you will learn what it truly means to belong to a Moretti. You had a taste of luxury with my son, yes? But that was nothing. Adrian lives like a spoiled child. I live lik

Selene’s POVThe heavy doors clicked shut, leaving me alone in the massive dining room. I sat there for a long moment, my fingers still gripping the silver fork so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tomorrow, the real lessons begin. His words echoed in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine, yet I refused to let the fear show. I lifted my chin, took a slow, steady breath, and forced myself to finish the meal. If he wanted strength… then strength was what he would get.When I finally stood to leave, his voice reached me before I could take a single step."Selene."I paused, my back to him, but I did not flinch. Slowly, I turned around to face him. He had not moved from his seat at the head of the table. He looked like a king upon his throne—calm, powerful, utterly in control. His dark eyes held mine, unreadable and intense."Remember what I said," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, carrying across the room. "You may hate me. You may despise every word I speak. But do not forget… yo

SELENE’S POVThe days that followed fell into a strange, relentless rhythm. Each morning at ten, I would walk down the long, silent hallways to Don Lorenzo’s study, and each afternoon, I would leave hours later with my head spinning, my heart racing, and my mind struggling to keep up with everything he taught me. He did not merely give me information—he forced me to think. To argue. To defend every opinion I spoke until I could stand firm even against his razor-sharp intellect."Power without judgment is a weapon in the hands of a fool," he told me one morning, leaning back in his chair while sunlight streamed across the desk between us. "And judgment without knowledge is nothing at all. You wish to be free, Selene? Then understand this: freedom is not given. It is earned. And you earn it by becoming stronger than those who would hold you.""Stronger how?" I asked, watching him carefully. "By becoming like you? Hard? Cold? Willing to sacrifice anyone and anything to get what you want?

SELENE’S POVThe moment his lips met mine, everything changed. There were no more walls. No more pretenses. No more carefully guarded distance between us. He pulled me flush against him, his arms banding around me with a strength that felt like safety and possession all at once, and kissed me with a hunger that spoke of months of silence, months of watching, months of fighting the very thing he could no longer deny. His hands trembled as they tangled in my hair, his touch both reverent and desperate, as if he were afraid I might vanish if he let go even for a heartbeat.When we finally drew apart, his forehead rested against mine, his breath coming in ragged, warm gasps that fanned across my lips. His eyes were dark, burning with a storm of emotion I had never seen there before—relief, longing, disbelief, and something so tender it made my chest ache."You have no idea," he whispered, his voice rough and unsteady, "how long I have waited to hear you say those words. How long I have fo