All Chapters of A Lesson In Forbidden Love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Vincent’s POVHer fingers were still locked in mine, tight and trembling, when the waiter set down a fresh bottle of red.I should have stopped her after the second glass. I really should have. But watching the sharp, defensive guard she’d held for five years slowly melt away under the alcohol was a high I couldn't walk away from.By glass four, the cool, untouchable director of Mayfair Design was gone."You know..." Dahlia giggled, leaning her cheek heavily against her palm, her blue eyes glossy and unfocused as she stared at me across the small candle lit table. "You look stupidly handsome in that suit. It's annoying."A low laugh broke out of my chest—a real, genuine laugh I hadn't felt in my lungs since I was eighteen. "It's annoying?""Extremely," she huffed, pouting her lip in a way that made my blood run hot. "You're supposed to be a broken, miserable old man with a cane. Why do you look like a CEO from a romance novel? It's unfair.""I am a miserable old man, Dahlia," I rasped

Vincent’s POVThe silk of her dress felt like heat under my palms as I hauled her up off the mattress, pinning her small body against my chest. Her warm breath hitched against my neck, her heart hammering wildly against my ribs like a trapped bird.God, the intoxicating scent of her—sweet wine, vanilla, and pure, unfiltered Dahlia—was destroying every last shred of my sanity.My body was throbbing, an ache pulsing through my veins. Every cell in me screamed to throw her back onto the bed, tear those delicate clothes off her body, and bury myself so deep inside her that neither of us would ever remember five years of separation. But as I looked down at her flushed, glossy-eyed face, a sudden memory cut through the fog in my mind.I clamped my hands onto her soft hips, holding her back just an inch."Dahlia... wait," I rasped, my voice coming out as a ruined, gravelly growl. I dragged a ragged breath into my lungs, my chest heaving against hers. "Look at me. We shouldn't be doing this r

Olivia’s POV"Get out of my way, Bruce!" I screamed, stepping forward and shoving my palm directly into the old butler’s chest. "I’m going up to that suite right now!"I tried to push past him toward the private elevator doors, but Bruce didn't even stumble. He stood his ground like a stone wall, his face completely devoid of emotion as he raised a single hand.Before I could even lay a finger on the metallic elevator sensor, two massive security guards in dark suits stepped out from the adjacent hallway, instantly blocking the entire entrance."Miss Olivia, please," Bruce said, his voice flat, polite, and completely infuriating. "I suggest you return to your vehicle. Vincent’s orders are absolute. No one goes up.""Do you know who the hell I am?" I shrieked, my voice echoing violently off the concrete walls of the underground garage. I felt hysterical, my chest heaving, my pristine blonde hair falling out of its neat style and into my eyes. "I am his fiancée! His father gave me full

Dahlia’s POVThe sharp drop in his face hit me like a punch to the chest.Vincent stood in the doorway, holding a silver tray laden with fresh scrambled eggs, golden croissants, and two steaming mugs of black coffee. The raw, open warmth that had lit up his dark eyes just a second ago vanished instantly, replaced by a flicker of hurt that made my stomach twist into tight, agonizing knots.I wanted nothing more than to drop my handbag, kick off these heels, and crawl right back under those warm white covers with him. I wanted to bury my face in the crook of his neck, taste the lingering scent of his skin, and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist outside those floor-to-ceiling windows.No, my mind warned, a voice echoing through the fog in my head. If you stay, you’ll slip right back into his orbit. You’ll get attached again.Five years of agonizing solitude had taught me one brutal truth: loving Vincent was dangerous. It made me weak. It made me vulnerable to his father’s cruel u

Olivia’s POVThe door of my study clicked shut, and Chloe walked in holding a thick leather binder stuffed with printed documents, financial summaries, and color-coded tabs. Her face was pale, and her hands were visibly trembling as she set the binder on my glass desk."I printed everything, Miss Olivia," Chloe murmured, stepping back instantly. "Every contract, every investor profile, and the full financial breakdown of Mayfair Creative Studio."I picked up the binder, my fingers dragging slowly over the glossy paper. Page after page listed top-tier European firms, high-fashion distributors, and prominent angel investors who had funded Dahlia’s expansion in London."Apex Holdings," I read aloud, a cold, poisonous smile touching my lips. "Vanderbilt International. Three major contracts pending signature for her autumn rollout.""Miss Olivia..." Chloe hesitated, swallowing hard. "If I may, is this really a wise move? Dahlia’s reputation in Europe is exceptional right now. The press ado