All Chapters of Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

[Dawn]I shake my head in amazement, my voice barely a whisper as the weight of everything settles in. “The people you hang out with.”His smile is mild again, a faint, almost absent curve of his lips. But it doesn’t reach his eyes.“What the hell were you thinking?” My voice cracks, the frustration bubbling beneath my skin. I can feel the anger rising in me, sharp and tight in my chest.He doesn’t meet my gaze, his eyes flitting to the floor, away from me. “I wasn’t exactly doing much of that.” His words come out dry, flat, like he's numbed himself to the situation. The tension in the air hangs heavy between us.“Why didn’t you just ask for help? Why didn’t you come to Aldo and me? Luca even? I’m sure he could’ve helped.” My voice is laced with disbelief, tinged with a touch of betrayal. I want to understand, but it’s hard. So hard.Andre keeps his eyes off me, his hands twitching slightly where they rest on his thighs, as if he can’t even sit still in his own skin. “You don’t know w

[Dawn]“You’re what?” Andre repeats, his voice full of disbelief and a hint of panic.“Pregnant.”Andre’s eyes widen, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if trying to process the information. His expression is a mix of shock and something else I can’t quite place. “When did this happen?”“It doesn’t matter when this happened. Just get the damn phone and sheers.”The men continue talking, their voices loud and carefree, an irritating contrast to the storm raging inside me. Andre glances at them quickly, his eyes flicking back and forth like a cornered animal. His tongue darts out, licking his lips like a lizard, before he carefully inches towards the desk, putting light weight on his injured foot. Each movement is measured, like he’s trying not to draw attention to himself.He reaches up, his fingers brushing the edge of the desk, and after a moment of hesitation, he grabs the phone.The men pause.Something is happening outside, the shift in the air noticeable even to them. The

[Aldo]The truck smashes into us, a thunderous roar of metal crumpling against metal. The rear glass shatters instantly, fragments cascading through the air like jagged stars. The force propels us forward, slamming my chest into the dashboard, knocking the wind out of me. The screech of twisting steel fills the night as the car is shoved violently off the road, the tires skidding across loose gravel before we plunge into a steep side ditch. The car groans as it tilts upward, one side propped precariously higher than the other.We’re completely exposed to the road, the beams of the truck’s headlights glaring down at us like predatory eyes.The air is heavy with the acrid stench of burned rubber and gasoline. My pulse is pounding in my ears, and each shallow breath tastes of panic. My hands scramble for the shotgun, the cold metal bracing me against the chaos. Beside me, Luca’s movements mirror mine, his jaw tight, his face set with grim determination.The truck behind us screeches t

Epilogue [Dawn]The wet season has truly ended, and we’re outside having a barbeque for the first time in what feels like forever. I guess that’s because Aldo and I haven’t been outside in months; we’ve been obsessed with our little girl Louisa.“Who wants a drink?”Aldo snaps his tongs at me; he’s by the barbeque and cooking up marinated chicken with Luca. A few of our friends are here, and we’re celebrating mom’s birthday and my book being finished.Michael runs over, takes a drink from my tray, and heads back to the lawn. Mom’s house looks completely different with Aldo constantly working on it.Everyone is present. Our parents, Luca and his family, it's a full house.We moved in after Andre’ passing. I wanted to help mom after the stroke, and she wanted to be around the baby. We all won. Although she might regret it with her sleep having seriously dropped off.She’s on the lawn with Sophie, Michael, my parents in law and the baby of tge family-Louisa.I put the drink tray on t

AIDANMy fingers tapped impatiently against my desk as my client droned on in my ear. His voice hit a nasally pitch, and it took everything in me not to tell him to snap out of it and talk like a man. The man in question currently had his face plastered over every billboard and marquee in the country as part of one of the biggest movie franchises since James Bond—thanks to his shark of an agent and me.I was the expert legal counsel making multi-million-dollar contracts, ensuring my client was covered to the hilt legally and that all his needs were met—or else. It took blood, sweat, and tears to get here. So, I did not appreciate being used as a sounding board about the lack of variety at the craft services tables on set.I still remembered when this kid was ecstatic about landing the lead in a hemorrhoid cream commercial. Now, he was bitching about the lack of crudité, claiming it violated his contract and personal liberties.“Look, Stone,” I said, trying to reason with him. “If it