All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Damian’s eyes suddenly darkened, a flash of pure, unadulterated venom cutting through the heavy haze of the alcohol. He violently slapped his father’s hands away with a terrifying burst of strength. "Don't touch me," Damian hissed, his voice dropping into a deadly, vibrating growl. He leaned forward, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the older man. "You want to know what happened, old man? You want to know why the king is sitting in the dirt?" Alfred stood up straight, brushing off his suit jacket, his jaw tight. "Enlighten me." "She cheated on me," Damian whispered, the words tearing out of his throat like razor blades. He squeezed his eyes shut, his entire massive frame trembling as the agony ripped through his chest fresh and bleeding. "She smiled in my face, and she betrayed me. The one pure thing in this entire godforsaken world, and she was a lie. She sold me out." Alfred stared down at his broken, weeping son. He felt no sympathy. He felt only the cold, calculated irritation o

Damian shoved the heavy oak doors open, stumbling into the room and practically throwing himself at the massive desk. He tore open a leather folder, his hands shaking violently as he pulled out a thick stack of glossy paper and a crumpled, black-and-white printout. He slammed them down onto the polished wood directly in front of Sebastian. "Look at it!" Damian demanded, his breathing ragged and shallow. Sebastian stepped up to the desk. He looked down at the forged photographs. He saw the cheap, yellow-lit hotel room. He saw the blonde man. He saw the face of a beautiful, dark-haired woman tangled in the sheets beneath him. "Aria Hale," Sebastian murmured, He slowly picked up the chat logs, his sharp, predatory eyes scanning the encrypted numbers and the damning text about server passcodes and safe combinations. "It's clean," Sebastian murmured, his deep voice dropping into a cold, clinical register. "The IPs match. The timeline aligns perfectly with the keycard swipes. From a pu

She stood frozen in the kitchen, listening as Leo’s deep, calm voice confronted the drunk patron. The man shouted a string of vicious obscenities, the heavy scrape of a chair echoing loudly, but Leo didn't back down. Two minutes later, she heard the definitive slam of the front door. The bell above the entrance jingled wildly as the man was finally thrown out onto the street.Leo walked back into the kitchen a moment later, tossing the spatula into the sink with a loud clatter. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck."He's gone," Leo muttered, picking up a broom and a dustpan to go clean up the shattered mug. He glanced back at Aria, his expression softening at the sight of her pale, trembling frame. "You okay?""I'm okay," Aria breathed, her voice shaky but entirely sincere. "Thank you, Leo. Really.""Just take your lunch break," Leo ordered gently. "Get out of here for an hour. Go to your appointment."Aria nodded quickly. She untied h

Sebastian stood up. He casually adjusted the cuffs of his silk shirt, slipped on his tailored suit jacket, and walked out of the VIP lounge. The crowds of people instinctively parted for him, sensing the raw, dangerous power rolling off his massive frame. He moved through the neon lights like royalty, a phantom of the underworld preparing to go to war. An hour later, Sebastian stepped out of the private elevator and into the sprawling, sterile corporate suite at the top of the Cross luxury hotel. It had been exactly one week since Sebastian had physically dragged Damian out of the ruined, blood stained penthouse. Sebastian walked into the massive living area, his expensive leather boots completely silent against the marble floor. The suite was immaculate. There were no broken glasses. There were no crushed roses. Standing by the floor to ceiling window, looking out over the glittering Manhattan skyline, was Damian. He was dressed in a sharp, perfectly tailored black suit. He was

The air inside the abandoned shipping container tasted like rust and damp concrete.Marcus Li drifted out of unconsciousness with a sharp, involuntary gasp. His head throbbed with a sickening, rhythmic pulse, the memory of a sudden, blunt-force impact to the back of his skull flashing behind his eyes. He tried to reach up to rub the pain away, but his arms didn't move.A heavy, metallic clink echoed through the dark.Marcus blinked rapidly, his vision swimming as his eyes adjusted to the low, harsh glare of a single industrial work light dangling from the ceiling. He was sitting in a heavy steel chair. His wrists were zip-tied tightly to the metal armrests, his ankles secured to the front legs.Panic instantly spiked his heart rate. He was the head of corporate security for Cross Industries. He was supposed to be untouchable. He violently yanked his arms, the thick plastic biting deeply into his skin."I wouldn't do that," a deep, smooth voice drifted out of the pitch-black shadows be