《Mr Harrison Forbidden Obsession》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

NATALIA POVThe morning sun felt too bright, the air too crisp, the world far too ordinary after everything that had happened. I woke up in my small bedroom, my body still aching, my lips still swollen, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw him — the stranger in the shadows, his heavy gaze, his rough touch, the way he had kissed me as if he meant to consume me entirely.I did not even know his name.I had fled the moment I regained my senses, pushing him away and running blindly into the night, leaving him standing there confused and breathless. I had not looked back. I had not stayed to see his face clearly. I only knew that he was tall, broad-shouldered, and that his touch had awakened something inside me that I did not want to acknowledge.And now… now I had to face the world. I had to pretend that my heart had not been shattered by Marco, that I had not been ravished by a stranger in the dark, that everything was still the same.“Natalia? Are you awake, dear?” My mother’s voice d

NATALIA POVThe moment the front door clicked shut behind them, my legs gave way beneath me and I sank onto the nearest chair, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as if trying to break free. Marco. The man I had loved for three years, the man who had shattered my heart only days ago… was Drakon’s son. The son of the man who had pulled me into the shadows, who had kissed me senseless, who now stood on the verge of becoming my stepfather.The realization was dizzying, terrifying, and impossibly tangled. How could this be? How could the two men who now held my fate in their hands be father and son? And how long would it take before everything unraveled and burned me to ash?“Natalia? Are you all right?” My mother hurried over, her face lined with concern as she knelt beside me. “You look as though you have seen a ghost.”I forced a shaky breath, reaching out to touch her hand. “I… I am fine, Mother. Just… surprised. That is all. I never imagined… that Marco was Drakon’s son.”She s

NATALIA’S POVThe silence that followed Marco’s departure was heavy, suffocating, ringing in my ears long after the sound of his car had faded into the distance. I stood frozen in the garden, my hand still trembling in Drakon’s firm grip, staring at the empty gate where his son had just vanished. The look on Marco’s face—shock, betrayal, hurt—seared itself into my mind, sharp and burning. He knew. He had seen it all. And there was no taking it back.Drakon turned fully toward me, his expression shifting instantly from the hard, unyielding mask he had worn before his son to something softer, something tender and achingly protective. He lifted his other hand to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my skin as if trying to wipe away the fear he saw there."Do not fear him, Natalia," he said quietly, his voice low and steady, commanding even in its softness. "He will not speak a word. I will make certain of it.""But he knows," I whispered, my voice trembling as tears stung my eyes

NATALIA’S POVThe rain began early that afternoon, falling in thick, heavy sheets that blurred the world beyond the windows and turned the sky into a deep, brooding gray. By evening, it had not let up—if anything, it had grown louder, more relentless, drumming against the glass in a wild, frantic rhythm that matched the way my own heart was beating beneath my ribs.My mother had called hours ago, her voice crackling faintly over the telephone, apologizing profusely. A sudden complication at a distant relative’s home had delayed her; she would not be back until well after dark. She had asked Drakon to wait for her, to keep me company until she returned. And he had agreed instantly—without hesitation, without a single question, his voice calm and steady as he assured her we would be perfectly fine.I had known then. Even before he turned to look at me, even before my mother had hung up the phone… I had known exactly what was coming.Now the house was quiet save for the storm. The lights

NATALIA’S POVThree days had passed since that morning—since the moment my mother walked through the door and found us standing apart, breathless and trembling, our guilt written plainly across our faces. Drakon had spoken smoothly, with practiced ease, explaining away my tears as simple worry for her safety in the storm. And my mother, kind and trusting soul that she was, had accepted his words without question. But I had not been able to look her in the eye since. Every smile she gave me felt like a weight upon my chest. Every gentle word felt like an accusation. And every time Drakon stood beside her, holding her hand, brushing a kiss across her forehead while his eyes sought mine across the room… I felt as though I were slowly suffocating beneath the weight of my own betrayal.I had been avoiding Drakon as much as I dared. I had locked myself in my room. I had found excuses to leave the house whenever he arrived. But no matter where I went, no matter how hard I tried to push him f