All Chapters of Forbidden Love Stories: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“But why?” I protest, “If he's worth ending an eight-year relationship then he ought to be worth telling your best friend about!”“That's just it, I'm not sure if he is worth my leaving Ryan. Even though I don’t believe he was my soul-mate I wasn’t unhappy and neither was he. You know as well, that we truly did have a good thing going, but this other person sparks something in me that I can't really explain. And the sex is mind-boggling." After a slight pause, Amelia continues to say "Anyway, I know you have a million questions that you are going to put me through and you won't stop until I relent. Let me just set you straight now so we don’t have to go through all of that and end up in a wicked fight.”“Um, ok...” I said reluctantly.“So here it is...I have no intention of telling you about my new man...leave it alone. Okay?” She sounds almost chipper.I'm biting o

Looking in the mirror, I'm horrified by the person staring back at me. My eyes puffy coupled with dark circles, I look rough. I feel even worse.After applying a generous amount of eye cream to reduce the swelling and concealer. I finish by using far too much mascara and eyeliner attempting to create a sultry look to mask the tears. To my horror, I look like a Goth sister. Giving up, I throw my hair into a high ponytail and slip on a fitted black tracksuit.Much to my surprise, the house is perfectly clean. It's as if a cleaning crew came through overnight. Aside from a few catering items in the foyer that the caterer presumably will come back to pick up, everything is back to normal. I wish the rest of my life were that easy to clean up!The smell of coffee is wafting in the air. I follow my nose to the source in the kitchen where a freshly showered Marcus is standing at the stove just about to cook eggs. He looks up at me doing a double-take. His brow instantl

The problem isn’t just that they were business partners, but that Grant is Charlie's godfather. It has been next to impossible to include him in our life since they had the fight that eventually dissolved the business partnership.Marcus is a good entertainment lawyer but Grant is a damned good talent manager and it has always bothered Marcus that he got more of the credit.Their undoing was derived from an argument that was literally over one of the talents they represented. He thanked Grant for everything he had done for him in his acceptance speech at the Grammys but never mentioned Marcus.So naturally, Marcus was livid and accused Grant of coaching the talent on who to thank and what to say. Naturally, the bad blood that had formed between them necessitated Grant moving his portion of the business to his house in the Colony in Malibu.There was no way they would have been able to separate the business without an embattlement that would have pro

On the way to the club, Charlie sings his favorite Carrie Underwood songs and chatters away happily while looking out the window, watching the world pass by in a blur. I watch the rearview mirror as Grant follows us in his sleek convertible.I giggle as we drive by crowds where people peer into the car assessing whether he is someone famous or just another Hollywood Mogul. In truth, I guess he is famous and a mogul of sorts. But if you suggested that to him, he would deny every bit of it.He loves his job and doesn’t see himself as anything other than an Irish import who has done well with grasping the American dream. For that, I certainly cannot disagree. His way of being humble to a fault has always been a trait that I admired in Grant, I often wished that he could impart a little bit of that humility onto Marcus. My soon to be former husband was and still is certainly full of himself. I often overlooked that flaw because, in the past, his good poi

“In that case, I'm afraid we are going to have an issue.” He waves his hand in the air, and a server instantly comes to our table. “Bring me a glass of scotch, no ice cubes.” He starts to look at me with scorn but then says to the back of the retreating server, “Make it a double.”His eyes nothing more than slits, for once, I am seeing this man for who he really is: a pompous, self-righteous...ass!“Now then, where were we? Oh yes, no way are you taking my son anywhere near that traitor and that is final!”“Then I guess we are at an impasse aren’t we Marcus? Because I have no intention of signing the divorce papers until I get what I want. Need I remind you that I can haul your ass in court and drag this out for years if I so choose? Oh and don’t forget that you get to foot the bill for that as well.” I hiss through clenched teeth.Suddenly he points his finger at me which is no more