All Chapters of UNBIDDEN DESIRES : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GRAYSON I climbed into the car, slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the windows. Ariana's eyes widened with fear as I jammed the key into the ignition and floored the gas pedal, the tires squealing as we shot forward. Rage surged through my veins, clouding my judgement. Ariana's screams pierced through my anger, her voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. "Slow down!" she shouted, gripping the edge of her seat. "You're going to get us killed!" Her words only fueled my rage. My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as I tore through the city streets, weaving in and out of traffic with reckless abandon. "Fine! Do whatever you want!" she yelled, her voice cracking with fear. "But if something happens to this thing I'm carrying, it'll be on you. And I'll be just fine." That did it. I slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a violent halt. Without thinking, I yanked her out of the car, my anger boiling over. "What did you just say?" I snarled, my v

ARIANA I forced a smile, struggling to conceal the unease twisting in my gut. Lucian's wife, however, was far less amused. Her gaze was like icy daggers, each one piercing straight through me. I wanted to look away, but I held her stare, refusing to let her see how much she intimidated me. "Shall we?" Lucian's voice shattered the tense silence. He extended an arm toward the grand staircase that spiralled up to the upper floors. Without waiting for a response, he led the way, his wife following closely behind. My husband's grip on my waist tightened as we began to ascend the stairs. I could feel his tension—the way his body seemed coiled, ready to spring at a moment's notice. It did nothing to calm my nerves. At the top of the staircase, a pair of heavy, ornately carved doors loomed ahead. With a flourish, Lucian pushed them open, revealing a grand dining room beyond. The table was set for an elaborate meal, but the atmosphere was anything but welcoming. At the head of the

GRAYSON The defiance in her voice, the audacity to say no to me, ignited a fire I hadn’t felt in years. My hands stilled on the last button of my shirt, the fabric half-open, exposing the tattoos inked across my chest. Her refusal wasn’t just a word; it was a challenge—a direct affront to the control I held over her over everything. My jaw tightened as I watched her, her shoulders squared, her eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of fear and rebellion. She didn’t flinch, not even when the air between us crackled with the tension of unspoken threats. I could see her trembling, but she stood her ground, refusing to bend. The sight of her like this—angry, determined—was infuriating, but it also stirred something else inside me, something I couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore. I took a slow, deliberate step toward her, watching as her breath hitched in her throat. I could see the effort it took for her not to back away, to hold her ground even as I closed the distance between us. The

ARIANA I stared at the framed photo of Grayson and his wife, Skyler, as his words echoed in my mind: "The child you’re carrying… It’s mine." The certainty in his voice had left no room for doubt, yet it only deepened the confusion swirling inside me. But why did Lucian’s wife tell me Grayson couldn’t have children?I looked back at Skyler’s image, her eyes seemingly boring into mine with a secretive gleam. What was going on with you and Grayson? I silently questioned the photo, my thoughts racing. Why did you cheat on him with his brother? The idea was almost unfathomable, but there it was, staring me in the face. And the more I thought about it, the more pieces seemed to fall into place.Was it because of Grayson’s abusive attitude? The question lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating. I had seen the cold, ruthless side of him, the part that seemed to enjoy wielding power and control. But now, after last night… I wasn’t so sure.Last night, there had been a flicker of something

ARIANA I stared at Mathew, my mind spinning as I tried to process his words. “Wait,” I said, cutting him off, my voice laced with disbelief, “who did you say brought you here?”Mathew looked at me with a calm, steady gaze, his eyes filled with concern. “Your husband,” he repeated gently, as if saying my husband would somehow make it more believable.I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. Grayson? The same man who hadn’t bothered to show his face in four days? The same man who left me alone, broken, and grieving? Why would he do that? It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense.“Grayson did?” I asked again, my voice a mere whisper as I tried to make sense of it all. The idea that Grayson had reached out to my brothers—that he had thought of me, of my need for my family—felt like a cruel twist of fate. It clashed violently with the image of him I had held onto, the cold, detached man who seemed to care for nothing but his own needs.Mathew nodded, his grip on my hand tightening