All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Later that evening, the hospital staff moved Aria.The doctor informed her she was being transferred from the busy emergency wing to a highly secure VIP private ward on the third floor. Aria did not even try to fight the decision. She knew exactly who was paying the massive hospital bill. It was Damian's order, and she simply did not have the physical energy or the money to argue.For the next two days, she stayed in the private room.She did not see Damian once.He never walked through the door. But Aria knew he was there. She could feel his heavy, suffocating presence just outside the room. She knew he was sitting in the corridor, standing guard like a silent shadow. She refused to acknowledge him.On the afternoon of her second day in the ward, the hospital was quiet.Rose was sitting in the plastic chair beside the bed, scrolling through her phone. Suddenly, the device buzzed loudly. Rose looked at the screen and sighed.

The hitman looked at Damian. The man did not try to reach for a weapon. He just reached up, pulling his dark surgical mask down just enough to expose his mouth. He looked at the furious billionaire and gave a slow, sick smile.Then, he threw himself backward out the open window.Aria screamed. The raw, broken sound tore through the room.Damian rushed to the window frame and looked out. He stared down. The man's body lay twisted on the pavement. A small crowd of pedestrians was already gathering around the blood pooling on the asphalt, pointing and shouting.Damian turned his back to the window. He went straight to the bed and pulled Aria into his chest.She did not fight him. The terror was too much. She buried her face in his ruined suit jacket, her small hands grabbing the fabric of his shirt. She cried hard, her entire body shaking against him. Damian wrapped his arms tightly around her, pressing his face into her hair, closing his ey

The city lights blurred into long streaks of gold and red through the tinted windows of the armored SUV.Aria sat in the back seat, staring blankly outside. The heated interior of the expensive car did nothing to stop the cold settling into her bones. She kept her hand resting firmly over her stomach, her fingers curling slightly into her oversized sweater.When Damian had cornered her in that freezing alley and told her she was in danger, she had not believed a single word. She thought it was just another calculated manipulation. She thought he was just using the word 'danger' as an excuse to rip away her independence and force her back under his control.But it wasn't a trick. It was terrifyingly real.Aria shifted her gaze slightly toward the front of the vehicle. Sebastian Cain Hierro was sitting in the passenger seat.Just looking at the back of the man's head made her stomach knot. She remembered the exact second he had walked into

Sebastian watched his best friend for a moment. Then, the heavy, suffocating tension in the room broke just a fraction. Sebastian reached out and picked up his glass of whiskey. A small, knowing smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth."Now," Sebastian drawled, his tone shifting entirely. "You have Aria locked up safely in your castle. What is your grand plan next? How are you going to ask for her forgiveness, lover boy?"Damian opened his eyes. He glared at Sebastian, throwing the man a dark, warning look."Do not call me that," Damian grunted, running a hand aggressively through his dark hair. The tension in his chest flared again. "She does not even want to see my face, Bash."Sebastian chuckled softly, taking another sip of his drink."I know," Damian muttered, staring at the floor. "The only reason she is even sitting on that sofa right now is because of the attack. Because she finally realized I was not lying to her." He let out a bitter sound. "She hates me.""Can you blame her

Hours later, the sun fully set over the city.Aria woke up from a deep, heavy sleep. The soft mattress was incredibly comfortable, but her stomach was completely empty. A maid had left a tray of food in the room earlier, but she had been too tired to eat it.She got out of bed, running a hand through her messy hair, and carefully opened her bedroom door. The penthouse was quiet. The staff must have retired for the night.Aria walked slowly down the hallway, heading toward the kitchen to find a glass of water and something simple to eat.She turned the corner and completely froze.Damian was standing in the massive, modern kitchen. He had rolled the sleeves of his dark shirt up to his elbows. He was standing in front of the stove, holding a wooden spoon, quietly stirring a pot of soup.Aria stared at him in sheer disbelief. Damian Cross, the ruthless corporate billionaire who commanded thousands of people, was cooking. It was such a domestic, normal sight that it entirely short-circuit