All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Aria slid the deadbolt into place. The heavy metal mechanism clicked loudly in the freezing, empty hallway of her apartment building. She turned and began walking down the four flights of steep concrete stairs. Her worn sneakers scuffed softly against the steps. Usually, her chest would be tight with the familiar, suffocating panic of calculating exactly how many minutes she had to sprint from the bookstore to the diner. But today, the crushing weight was gone. Mr. Henderson had closed the shop for Sunday inventory, and Sal had cut her evening shift. She had a day off. She pushed the heavy front doors open and stepped out onto the cracked Baltimore pavement. The sky was an overcast, flat grey. The bitter winter wind whipped against her face, making her eyes water. Aria pulled the collar of her thin wool coat up high and buried her bare hands deep into her pockets. As she walked down the avenue, a faint, tired smile pulled at her cracked lips. She was walking to Millie’s Café.

Damian cut the engine of the dark sedan.The underground parking garage of his residential high-rise was completely silent. He sat behind the leather steering wheel for a long time, his hands resting heavily on his thighs.He pushed the car door open. His heavy boots echoed off the concrete as he walked toward the private elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor. The machinery hummed smoothly, lifting him higher and higher above the city streets.The elevator chimed. The heavy steel doors slid open.Damian stepped forward, stopping directly on the threshold.The broken glass, the ruined table, the dead roses—all of it was gone. The cleaning crew had erased every single trace of the disaster. The hardwood floors were polished. The furniture was aligned perfectly. The air smelled of sharp lemon disinfectant and wood polish.It did not look like a home. It felt like a graveyard.Damian walked slowly into the massive space. The silence bit at his skin, cold and suffocating, wrapp

Aria sat on the edge of her mattress. The single bare bulb on the ceiling flickered faintly, casting long, wavering shadows against the cracked concrete walls of her apartment.Her chest felt incredibly tight, a dull ache throbbing behind her eyes. She had called in sick to the diner tonight. Leo had ordered her to stay home when she walked into the kitchen looking completely pale, her hands shaking slightly from exhaustion. He had told her he would cover her shift and threatened to physically carry her back to her apartment if she didn't leave.She should be sleeping. She desperately needed to rest for the baby.But her stomach was tied into a massive, sickening knot.Aria looked down at the cheap secondhand cell phone sitting in her lap. Leo had given it to her weeks ago. He had shoved the prepaid phone across the diner table and told her that if she ever fell, if she ever felt sick, or if she ever needed help, she was to call him.Right now, she wasn't worried about herself. She wa

Leo ignored her screams. He carried her aggressively down the dark corridor, completely unfazed by her struggling. He reached a closed door marked VIP Lounge, lifted his heavy boot, and kicked the wood directly over the deadbolt. The door flew open, slamming loudly against the interior wall. The room was pitch black, smelling of stale smoke and old alcohol. Leo walked directly into the center of the dark room and violently threw her off his shoulder. Rose hit a soft, velvet mattress. She bounced once, gasping loudly as she scrambled to push herself backward against the headboard. Before she could even lift her hands to defend herself, Leo was over her. He dropped his heavy, massive frame directly over hers, pinning her flat against the mattress. His large hands clamped onto her wrists, pressing them forcefully into the velvet cushions beside her head. The absolute, suffocating weight of his body completely trapped her beneath him. Rose thrashed wildly, her breath catching s

Damian stopped breathing entirely.She was carrying a heavy gray plastic bin loaded with dirty plates. She wore a faded t-shirt and a dark apron. Her dark hair was pulled up into a messy knot at the base of her neck. She looked incredibly pale. Her shoulders were severely slumped under the physical weight of the fourteen hour days she was pulling to survive.She walked toward the counter, her movements slow and completely exhausted. She set the heavy bin down on the surface. As she turned sideways to reach for a cleaning rag, the harsh overhead light hit her profile.The dark apron strings were tied firmly above the distinct, undeniable curve of her pregnant belly.Damian’s jaw locked. His large hands clamped down on the edge of the steering wheel with crushing force.A sudden, violent wave of raw emotion crashed over him, destroying his rigid restraint completely. She was alive. She was real. She was standing right there, and she was still carrying his baby.His vision blurred. A sin