《His Forbidden Desire》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 5 章

Elara pov“You’re late.”I said it softly, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. The grand chandelier cast a thousand golden lights across the marble floor, yet none of its warmth ever seemed to reach me. I stood by the tall window, my fingers curling tightly around the silk curtain, watching the evening sky turn dark and heavy—much like the weight that had settled in my chest months ago.It was our second wedding anniversary tonight. But there were no flowers. No soft words. No warmth in the man who had promised to love me for the rest of his life.The heavy oak doors swung open, and in walked Lucas. He didn’t even glance my way as he tossed his keys onto the console table, his movements sharp, cold, and indifferent. He loosened his tie with one hand, his expression bored and distant, as if I were nothing more than a piece of furniture taking up space in his home.Lucas paused, finally turning his head to look at me—but his eyes held no affection. Only annoyan

Elara povThe room spun around me, every breath tangled in the heat of his touch. Dante held me as if I were something infinitely precious, his hands roaming over me with a reverence that made tears prick my eyes—no one had ever looked at me this way, no one had ever touched me like I mattered.“Dante…” I breathed his name like a secret, my fingers digging gently into his shoulders. “This… this can never be. He is your nephew. We are breaking every rule there is.”He paused, his forehead resting against mine, his dark eyes searching mine with a fierce, unyielding gaze. “Rules were written by men who never knew what it means to burn for someone the way I burn for you. Let them judge. Let them speak. I do not care. All I care about is you—this heart that has been ignored, this soul that has been neglected. You were meant to be cherished, Elara. Not wasted on a man who does not know your worth.”His words wrapped around me stronger than any chain. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to thr

Elara povThe days that followed were unlike anything I had ever known. Lucas had stormed out of Dante’s estate, leaving me behind with a threat hanging in the air—but he did not return. He did not call. He did not send a single word. At first, the silence terrified me. I waited for the explosion, for the scandal to break, for the world to come crashing down around us. But Dante stood firm, a towering wall of strength and calm.“Let him rage,” Dante told me one evening, pulling me close beside him before the crackling fireplace. “Let him shout to whoever will listen. But he will not hurt you. He will not take you back. I have made certain of that.”He had moved me into his home openly. There were no shadows now, no hurried whispers, no fear of being caught. Dante gave me the largest guest suite—no, he corrected gently, our room—and filled it with everything I could ever need or want. More than that, he gave me his time, his attention, his heart. He woke me with soft kisses, asked my o