All Chapters of Forbidden Balance - A Dark CEO Romance: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The first year with six children was a whirlwind of joy, chaos, tiredness and infinite love. Emilia (10) was the responsible great sister who helped in the morning, To pack bread cans. Lucas (8) was the adventurer who was dirty every morning Knees from the garden came. Elias (7) was the dreamer who painted for hours and Stories invented. Aurora (5) and Sophia (3) were the dynamic duo that House filled with laughter and small fights. Luna (1) was the little one with big eyes watched everything and already dared the first steps. Lena was pregnant again — in the third month with the seventh child. On a quiet Sunday morning they all sat together on the large dining table. Alexander had made pancakes (with chocolate for Lucas, with berries for Emilia). He sat at the head end, Luna on the lap, and looked at his big family. “You have all become so big,” he said quietly, almost awesome. “One year ago you were even smaller. And now look at you.” Emilia grinste. “I am the greatest

The last days of the sixth pregnancy had begun. Lena lay in the hospital bed, the monitor on her belly, the heart of the baby continuously monitored. Alexander sat next to her, held her hand and spoke quietly with her while the labors were getting stronger. “You can do it,” he whispered and kissed her forehead. “I am with you. We are all with you.” Emilia, Lucas, Elias, Aurora and Sophia waited with Sophie in the waiting room. The older Children had brought home-made pictures that they wanted to show Lena later. The labors became more intense. Lena was brave, but the pain was strong. Alexander was with her all the time — you know the sweat from the forehead, whispered her courage, held her hand. “You’re the strongest woman I know,” he said with a suffocated voice. “I am so proud of you.” When the presses started, Alexander was on her side with every scream. And then — after many hours — the sixth cries sounded. A strong, healthy cry. The midwife held up the small, smea

The Grand Hyatt ballroom in London sparkled like a diamond. Crystall desert from the ceiling, champagne flowed into streams, and the elite of the European The business world was touched by dimensional suits and expensive evening dresses. Emilia Voss stood at the edge of the dance floor, a glass of champagne in her hand that she had hardly touched. At the age of 21 she was already the designer heir of the Voss Group — intelligent, ambitious and with a natural radiation that turned heads. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and that emerald green evening dress emphasized her figure in a way that at the same time elegant and was dangerous. She hated such events. Too many false smiles, too many men they only saw as “daughter of Alexander Voss”. “Langly, right?” a deep, velvety voice sounded next to her. Emilia turned around — and died. Julian Blackwood was in front of her. 24 years old, tall, with wide shoulders and one Face that seemed like a stone. D

Julian Blackwood’s Penthouse was high above London, with a stunning View of the glistening city. The lights of the metropolis were reflected in floor depth windows, while Emilia Voss stood at the glass front, the heart still always racing from the ride here. She actually wanted to leave. She had sworn that the first night would be last. But when Julian kissed her in the car — hard, demanding, possessive — her resistance was broken. Now he stood behind her, his hands on her hips, his body pressed tightly against her. She felt his erection on her butt, hot and hard through the fabric of his pants. “You have come,” he razed in her ear, his voice dark before desire. ‘Although you know this is dangerous.” Emilia turned around, saw him right in his eyes. “I shouldn’t be here. My father would kill me if he knew I was with you.” Julian smiled dangerously and pressed her against the cool glass. His hand glitted under her dress, pushed the slip to the side and found her already we

Emilia woke up as the first sun rays through the bottom windows of Julian Blackwood’s penthouse fell. Her body felt pleasantly wounded, hers Lips swollen by the kisses of last night. She lay naked in his Bed, the sheets only slung loosely around their hips. Julian lay beside her, an arm handsomely laid around her waist. His dark hair was dissected, his face relaxed in sleep — almost vulnerable. For a moment allowed her to just look at him. The son of her father's greatest enemy. The man who brought her to the top several times last night. She wanted to get up, dress up and go. But before she could move, Julian drew her closer. His eyes opened slowly, dark and hungry. “You’re still here,” he muttered with a rough morning voice. “I thought you were flee.” Emilia tried to stay cool. “I should go. This was a mistake.” Julian smiled dark and rolled over her, his erection already hard against her Thighs pressed. “A mistake that feels damn good.” He kissed her slowly, deep, de