All Chapters of A Lesson In Forbidden Love: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Olivia’s POVThe door of the private ICU suite clicked shut behind me, instantly cutting off the suffocating tension in the room.I took a sharp breath, smoothing down the front of my black dress while my phone vibrated in my clutch. I pulled it out, seeing Madison’s name flashing on the screen, and quickly pressed the phone to my ear as I walked down the quiet, sterile hallway."Is everything ready?" I asked immediately, keeping my voice low."Just sent it to your email," Madison replied, her tone sharp and satisfied. "Full file. High resolution, everything we managed to dig up."A slow, triumphant smile spread across my face as I swiped open my mail application. The top unread message contained an attached zip file. For a moment, I simply stared at it."Perfect," I murmured into the receiver, my fingers hovering over the screen. I glanced toward the closed door before lowering my voice even further."The whole reason I came back here is finally going to yield results. Dahlia Vance t

Dahlia’s POVThe heavy silver utensils scraped against the china as dinner finally drew to a close. The atmosphere throughout the meal had been suffocating, dominated by my stepfather’s dry commentary on hockey drafts and the silent, lethal glare Vincent kept throwing at me from across the table. Every time I looked up, his dark eyes were digging into me, heavy with an explosive mix of rage and possession that made my skin prickle.When my mother stood up to clear the table, I scrambled out of my chair immediately, desperate to escape the dining room."I'll help you with these, Mum," I said, stacking a pair of crystal glasses onto a silver tray.In the kitchen, the soft hum of the dishwasher and the warm, running tap water provided a brief sanctuary. I rinsed the fine porcelain plates, focusing intently on the routine task to keep my hands from shaking. My mother wiped down the marble island beside me, her eyes trailing over to me with a soft, knowing curve on her lips. "You looked l

Vincent’s Pov"I raised you to take over this legacy, Vincent! I gave you everything! The coaching, the connections, the name! And this... this disgusting, unnatural filth is what you're doing behind my back?" He turned his blazing eyes to Dahlia, who was frozen on the floor, holding three of the photographs against her chest, tears welling up in her wide, terrified eyes. "And you! You ungrateful little stray! We brought you into this home, gave you a life, gave you a name, and you repay us by poisoning my son?""Robert, please—" Dahlia’s mother sobbed softly from the couch, but my father snapped his head toward her."Shut up, Evelyn!" he roared, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. He turned back to face me, taking another step until he was inches from my face. "Do you have any idea what would happen if these photos hit the press? The Rangers draft? Gone. The Bruins? Gone. The Vance family name dragged through the mud, utterly ruined, turned into a sick, twisted joke for the enti

Dahlia's POVThe front door clicked shut behind me, the cold afternoon air lingering on my skin as I stepped into the grand foyer. The house was dead quiet, the kind of stillness that made your skin crawl because you knew something ugly was waiting just around the corner.My mother emerged from the living room before I could even drop my school bag onto the bench. Her face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line. She didn't offer a smile, nor did she ask how my classes went."Your Stepfather wants to see you in the study, Dahlia," she said, her voice completely stripped of warmth. "He’s waiting for you. Go straight in."My heart did a painful flip in my chest. "Mum, is he—""Just go," she interrupted, turning her back on me before I could finish.I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and dragged my feet down the long, carpeted hallway toward Robert’s study. Every step felt heavy, like I was walking straight toward a firing squad. It had been two days since the blowup in

Vincent’s POVMy breath hitched in my chest, frozen somewhere deep in my throat. I sat there rooted to the leather chair, staring at the side of Dahlia’s face as the heavy silence of the study crashed down around us.I'll marry Alexander.The words echoed inside my head like an explosion, over and over until my ears were ringing with pure, nauseating noise. My brain refused to process the sentence. It couldn't. I had just told my father I was ready to throw away eighteen years of blood, sweat, and fractured bones—ready to burn the NHL draft to ash, ready to be stripped of every cent to my name—just so I could keep her. I had laid every piece of my goddamn life on the line.And she had just handed herself over to Alexander with a single, calm sentence.Robert walked past us, his leather shoes clicking against the hardwood floor as he stepped out of the study, already dialing the phone to arrange the alliance. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving stillness in the air.Dahlia stood