All Chapters of UNBIDDEN DESIRES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MATHEW I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I trailed the black SUV, keeping a safe distance so they wouldn’t notice me. The city lights flickered around us as the car swerved through the streets, heading toward the outskirts of the city. My heart pounded in my chest, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity.I couldn't let them take Ariana away again. Not without knowing why. I leaned forward, eyes locked on the taillights ahead, determined not to lose them.The SUV took a sharp turn, and I followed suit, my tires screeching against the asphalt. They couldn’t know I was behind them, not yet. I had to wait for the right moment, but the anxiety gnawed at my insides. What was happening? Where were they taking her? If this was all under brother in law's orders, why had Ari looked so terrified?After a while, the car made a turn, pulling into a gated area. I slowed down, scanning the building ahead. It was huge, with flags of different nations hanging along its walls. I

ARIANA I could hardly process what was happening as I watched Grayson stagger under the weight of the bullets. My heart raced, each thud matching the rising panic within me. “No! Grayson!” The words tore from my throat, raw and desperate, but the sound felt swallowed by the chaos around us.The world seemed to slow, and every instinct in me screamed to reach for him, to pull him to safety. I pounded on the window, my voice hoarse as I screamed his name again, “Grayson!” But the car kept moving, and his figure grew smaller and smaller.“No, no, no!” I cried out, struggling against Mathew’s grip as he tried to hold me back. “Turn around! We have to go back for him!” I pleaded with the driver, my nails digging into the seat. “He’s going to die if we leave him there!”The driver didn’t even flinch; his eyes were locked ahead, his hands gripping the wheel as he manoeuvred the car through the maze of containers at breakneck speed.I struggled against Mathew’s grip, trying to reach for the

ARIANA I stared at my brother in utter astonishment, the weight of his words crashing over me like a tidal wave. For a moment, I felt as if I were suspended in time, my heart racing, and my mind struggling to catch up with what he had just proposed.“No,” I said bluntly, the finality of my response echoing in the stillness of the room. The defiance in my voice surprised even me. “I won’t do it.”Gabriel’s brow furrowed, and I could see the frustration simmering beneath the surface. “Ariana, you don’t understand. This isn’t just about you. It’s about justice. He needs to pay for what he did to you.”I shook my head, my heart pounding in protest. “Justice? Do you think testifying against him is going to change anything? I’m just a pawn in his game. I’ll always be that to him.” The bitterness bubbled up again, choking me. “I don’t want to relive any of it, Gabriel. I don’t want to step into a courtroom and relive the horror of that life. I’m trying to move on, not get dragged back into

GRAYSON I parked the car outside Ariana’s house, the engine still running as I took a moment to steady myself. The neighbourhood was quiet, almost serene, the kind of place that felt worlds away from the chaos that was my life. I killed the engine and stepped out, feeling the cool breeze hit my face. For a moment, I hesitated. But no—I had made my decision. I was here to face her, to make things right, no matter the cost.As I walked up to the front porch, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest. My hand hovered over the door, hesitating before finally knocking. The sound was too loud, almost intrusive, cutting through the quiet of the morning.Seconds felt like hours. I knocked again, more insistently this time, my fist lingering in the air. Just as I was about to knock a third time, the door swung open, and I found myself staring into the eyes of one of her brothers—Ethan, if I remembered correctly.His eyes widened the moment he saw me, shock and anger rippling across his face. H

ARIANAMy mind went blank, every rational thought scattering like leaves in the wind. I didn’t pull away; I couldn’t. His hands cradled my face, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, gripping him as if he might disappear. My hands instinctively found his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his shirt. My body betrayed me as my lips responded to his, matching his intensity. Every rational thought that had been racing through my mind vanished, replaced by the overwhelming need that swirled within me. I kissed him back—desperately, hungrily, as if the world outside of us didn’t exist. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears as my fingers curled tighter in his hair, pulling him closer. The days of hurt, confusion, and anger seemed to dissolve in the heat of this moment, consumed by the sparks that ignited between us.But beneath the passion, a knot of guilt tightened in my ch