All Chapters of A love forbidden : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amaya's POV:I stood in my living room, my phone in hand, as I hesitated over whether to make the call. I had been wanting to tell Emilia the truth about Marco and his family for weeks now, but I had been too afraid.But now, I knew I had to do it. I couldn't just stand by and watch Emilia get hurt. She deserved to know the truth.I took a deep breath and dialed Marco's number. He answered on the first ring."Marco, it's Amaya," I said, my voice firm. "I need to talk to you about something.""What is it?" Marco asked, his voice cautious."I need to talk to Emilia," I said, my voice firm. "I need to tell her the truth about your family and yourself."There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I wondered if Marco was going to refuse to let me talk to Emilia.But then, he spoke up. "Amaya, I don't think that's a good idea," he said, his voice low. "Emilia doesn't need to know all of that.""Yes, she does," I said, my voice firm. "She deserves to know the truth, Mar

Marco povAs I sat on the floor, my head on Amaya's lap, I felt a sense of comfort and security. Amaya had always been like a mother to me, guiding me and advising me whenever I needed it."Amaya, can I ask you something?" I said, my voice hesitant."Of course, Marco," she replied. "What is it?"I looked up at her, my eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Do you think Emilia will ever be able to forgive me?" I asked.Amaya hesitated, unsure of how to answer. But then, she looked into my eyes and saw the sincerity there."I don't know, Marco," she said, her voice soft. "But I do know that Emilia loves you, and she wants to support you. If you're honest with her, and you explain everything, I think she'll try to understand."I nodded, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Emilia would be able to forgive me. Maybe she would be able to understand why I had kept secrets from her.I thought back to the day I met Emilia. She was beautiful, smart, and kind. I was immediat

I watched as Emilia's face contorted in anger, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. I knew I had hurt her, and I didn't blame her one bit."Emilia, please," I said, trying to calm her down, but she was having none of it."I DEMAND TO KNOW EVERYTHING!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. I winced, feeling a pang of guilt for keeping secrets from her.As she ranted, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved her. She was fierce and passionate, and she deserved to know the truth about my family.But as I looked at her, I saw the hurt and betrayal in her eyes, and I knew I had to make it right. I took a deep breath and began to explain."Emilia, I'm sorry," I said, my voice sincere. "I should have told you about my family a long time ago. But I was scared, and I didn't know how to handle it."Emilia's expression softened slightly, but her eyes still flashed with anger. "You should have trusted me," she said, her voice firm.I nodded, feeling a pang of regret. "I know,

"My father was yelling, screaming at the men to get out of our house," I said, my voice shaking. "But they just laughed, told him he was next.""Mackle and I were crying, holding onto each other in terror," I whispered. "We didn't know what was happening, but we knew it was bad.""My father," I said, my voice cracking. "He was holding my mother's body, crying and screaming. He was begging her to come back, to please not leave him.""I'll never forget that sight," I said, feeling the tears streaming down my face. "My father, the strong, powerful man, broken and helpless.""Mackle and I," I whispered. "We were alone, scared, and helpless. We didn't know what to do, or where to go.""But then," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "My father looked up at us, his eyes filled with tears and grief. He told us to run, to get out of the house and hide.""We didn't hesitate," I said. "We ran, as fast and as far as we could. We didn't stop until we were sure we were safe.""But even then,"

"Since that day, I haven't set foot in my childhood home," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "I couldn't bear the thought of living under the same roof as my father, who had so clearly chosen someone else over me.""I threw myself into my business, determined to make a name for myself and prove to my father that I didn't need him," I continued. "I traveled the world, making connections and building a reputation as a shrewd and successful businessman.""But then, one day, my father called me," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. "He told me that my twin brother, Mackle, had refused to take over as the leader of the mafia, and that he needed me to come home and take over instead.""I was taken aback," I admitted. "I had promised myself that I would never get involved in the mafia, that I would always stay on the right side of the law.""But my father was persuasive," I said, feeling a pang of guilt. "He begged me to come home, to take over the family business and protect our leg