All Chapters of Mr Harrison Forbidden Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NATALIA’S POV The morning after the disastrous evening at the hotel, I woke with a heavy, sinking feeling pressing against my chest—an ache so deep it felt as though it had settled into my very bones. The air inside the house felt thick and suffocating, as if every corner held a secret, every silence an unspoken question. I lay in bed for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, replaying the moments from the hotel ballroom over and over again in my mind. The way Marco had stood in the doorway. The fire in his eyes. The words he had nearly spoken before Drakon had pulled him away. Every breath I took felt shallow, insufficient, as if the weight of what we had done was slowly crushing me. When I finally stepped out of my room and walked down the hallway, every step felt like a betrayal. There she was—my mother—standing by the kitchen window, her hands folded gently before her, looking out at the garden with a soft, hopeful expression I had never seen before. She turned when she heard m

NATALIA’S POVIn the days that followed, a strange, fragile quiet settled over our home. It was the kind of silence that felt heavy, as if holding its breath, waiting for something to break it. My mother moved through the house like a shadow—polite, gentle, going through the motions of daily life with a quiet dignity that made my chest ache. She did not speak of Drakon. She did not ask questions. She did not demand to know who she was. She simply existed, carrying her heartbreak with a grace that made every moment I spent in her presence feel like a fresh betrayal.And I… I walked beside her, heavy with relief and terror in equal measure.Relief, because my secret was still mine to keep. Drakon had protected me. He had shielded my name. He had stood before her and taken every ounce of blame upon himself, leaving me unspoken, unnamed, safe within the shadows. No one knew. Not yet. He had given me this much—time. Time to breathe. Time to think. Time to find a way to tell her myself, bef

NATALIA’S POVThe door clicked shut behind me.I stood on the porch for a long moment, rain falling softly upon my hair and shoulders, my hand still resting upon the brass handle, half-expecting to hear her call me back. Half-expecting her to change her mind, to forgive me, to open the door and tell me that no matter what I had done… I was still her daughter. That love was stronger than betrayal. That family meant more than mistakes.But there was silence inside. No footsteps. No voice. Nothing.Slowly, I turned and walked down the steps. The rain fell steadily, soaking through my dress, chilling my skin, mixing with the tears streaming down my face. The afternoon light was fading, gray and cold, and the world around me felt strange and distant. It seemed wrong that the rain should still fall. That the wind should still blow. That life should still be going on as if nothing had changed. But everything had changed. Everything I had ever known was gone—shattered into irreparable pieces

NATALIA’S POVThe house Drakon brought me to stood atop a gentle hill, far from the noise and bustle of the city, surrounded by towering ancient trees and guarded by tall iron gates that kept the world at a distance. It was a grand, stately home, built of stone and wood, with wide verandas and windows that looked out over rolling green gardens. Inside, everything was elegant and quiet—polished wood floors, rich velvet curtains, furniture that looked as though it had never been used. There were no neighbors to whisper. No familiar faces to judge. No one who knew who I was or what I had done. It was a sanctuary, Drakon told me gently as he showed me to my room. A place to heal. A place to rest. A place where no one would ever hurt me again.But I did not feel safe. I felt trapped.For days, I moved through the spacious rooms like a ghost. I walked past windows that offered beautiful views of the valley below without seeing a thing. I sat by the fireplace for hours, staring into the flam

NATALIA’S POVThe longing to see my mother grew with every passing day. It was an ache that never truly went away—a hollow, persistent pain right in the center of my chest, throbbing with every beat of my heart. No matter how safe I felt in Drakon’s care, no matter how steadily he stood by me and supported me, I could not shake the feeling that I had left a part of myself behind the moment I walked out that door. And I had. I had left my heart with the woman who had raised me, loved me, given me everything I had ever known—and whom I had betrayed so terribly.One afternoon, when Drakon had gone into the city for business, I slipped away. I left a note on the kitchen table telling him not to worry, telling him I would return soon, and then I walked down the hill and hailed a taxi. I gave the driver the address I had known my entire life, and as the car moved through the familiar streets, my heart began to pound harder and harder with every passing minute. I did not know what I would sa