Semua Bab Mr Harrison Forbidden Obsession: Bab 11 - Bab 20

NATALIA’S POVThe silence that followed Marco’s departure was heavier than any storm I had ever known. Drakon stood motionless in the shadow of the porch pillar, his arms still crossed tightly over his chest, his face carved into lines of stone. He had heard every word. Every plea. Every warning. And as I stood frozen beneath the tree, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs, I watched his expression harden—slowly, terrifyingly—into something cold and absolute.He pushed away from the pillar and descended the steps, his movements sharp and controlled, every step heavy with suppressed fury. He did not look at me. He did not speak to me. He walked straight past me toward the gate, where Marco had not yet vanished from sight."Marco!" Drakon’s voice rang out—low, commanding, and dangerous.Marco stopped in his tracks, his hand still resting upon the gate. He turned slowly, and when he saw his father standing there, his face pale but his chin lifted in defiance, he did not flinch. He me

NATALIA’S POVThe afternoon of the family gathering arrived gray and overcast, mirroring the heavy, suffocating weight that had settled in my chest. My mother had insisted we attend—it was a small dinner, she said, just a few close relatives and friends, a chance to celebrate how wonderfully things had turned out for us all. She spoke with such warmth, such unguarded happiness, that I could not bring myself to say no. And so I found myself sitting in the crowded living room of my aunt’s home, surrounded by chatter and laughter, feeling as though every eye in the room was fixed upon me, seeing right through the polite smile I struggled to keep in place.Drakon sat near my mother, his posture composed, his expression calm and attentive as he spoke to those around him. To anyone watching, he appeared the perfect, devoted partner—smiling when she spoke, nodding politely, occasionally brushing his hand against hers in a quiet, affectionate gesture. But I knew better. I felt it. Every few m

NATALIA’S POVI did not know it then, but while Drakon carefully built his plans for our future, Marco had been watching. He had been waiting. And he had finally found exactly what he needed to destroy us both.It happened on a Tuesday afternoon. Drakon had stopped by earlier than usual, and while my mother was busy in the kitchen, he had pulled me briefly into the hallway—one hand cupping my cheek, the other resting firmly at my waist, kissing me with a quiet, desperate hunger before he left. He had lingered only a moment, long enough to murmur that he would speak to her very soon, long enough to leave me breathless and trembling, before stepping back and walking out the door.What neither of us knew was that Marco had been waiting across the street. He had seen it all. The way Drakon pulled me close. The way I leaned into him. The way our lips met and held. And he had captured it all—one single, damning photograph taken from a distance, sharp enough to be unmistakable, clear enough

NATALIA’S POVThree days passed before Drakon sent word. A brief, carefully written note slipped into my hand beneath the cover of a casual conversation, telling me my mother had been invited to lunch with an old friend—that she would be gone for hours—and that I should wait for him at the small, quiet cottage he owned on the edge of town. A place where no one would find us. Where no one would see.I hesitated long before going. My hands trembled as I read the words again and again, my heart torn between the desperate pull of wanting to be near him and the cold, heavy dread that had settled in my chest. But in the end… I went. Because I could not stay away. Because every moment apart felt like a physical ache. Because despite everything—the guilt, the warnings, the terrible fear that we were rushing toward ruin—I still loved him.The cottage stood beside a quiet river, surrounded by tall trees that kept it hidden from the road. When I arrived, Drakon was already there, standing on the

NATALIA’S POVThe grand ballroom glowed with warmth and light. Crystal chandeliers cast a thousand dancing reflections across the polished marble floor, and the soft hum of conversation mixed with gentle music filled the air. Drakon had spared no expense. Tables were adorned with fresh flowers and gleaming silverware, and every guest wore their finest attire, smiling and laughing, believing this evening was a celebration of love and commitment.My mother stood near the center of the room, looking more beautiful and radiant than I had ever seen her. She wore a gown of soft, shimmering lavender, her hair elegantly styled, her eyes bright with happiness and quiet hope. Every so often, she would glance toward Drakon, standing tall and distinguished in his dark suit, and a soft, tender smile would touch her lips. She truly believed tonight he would ask her to be his wife. She believed she was the happiest woman alive.And Drakon… he stood beside her, calm and composed, his posture perfect,