All Chapters of A love forbidden : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The City of LoveAs we stepped off the plane, the cool Parisian air enveloped me, carrying the scent of freshly baked croissants and coffee. I felt a thrill of excitement as Marco took my hand, leading me through the airport.We emerged into the bright sunlight, and I gasped in wonder. The Eiffel Tower loomed above us, its iron latticework gleaming in the sunlight.Marco smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Welcome to Paris, Emilia," he said, his voice low and husky.I felt a shiver run down my spine as he led me to a waiting limousine. We slid inside, and Marco poured me a glass of champagne."To Paris," he said, clinking his glass against mine.I took a sip, feeling the bubbles dance on my tongue. As we drove through the city, I marveled at the stunning architecture, the charming cafes, and the beautiful parks.Marco pointed out landmarks and told me stories about the city's history. I listened, entranced, feeling like I was seeing the city through his eyes.As the sun began

Emilia's eyes widened as she stepped into the private jet. It looked like a living room--a huge, expensive living room. Golden lights illuminated it, coupled with the fact that it had huge spaces in between the seats. The walls were colored coffee brown with in-depth white lines forming a pattern. The floor felt so soft underneath her palm slippers. She gazed down at it. It was covered in soft wisteria carpet.Her eyes then trailed to the left part of the jet, which had about eight syrup brown seats, each with a seatbelt. Opposite it was a scarlet red lengthy couch with fluffy pillows to match it. The jet also had a mini bar and a bed covered perfectly with purple sheets. A huge flat-screen TV was placed at the center. At the end of the jet stood a door, which probably led to the toilet and probably a shower--she wouldn't be surprised if Marco's jet had one.Emilia was at a loss for words. Everything felt too surreal. She had never seen anything like it before. Marco smiled, his eyes

As I watched Emilia laugh and smile, I couldn't help but feel a sense of joy. She was beautiful, inside and out, and I was grateful to have her by my side.Jealousy had once gripped me, when I saw her kiss Marco. I had felt a surge of anger and possessiveness, and I had wanted to kill Marco for touching her. But now, I realized that my reaction had been uncalled for. Emilia was her own person, and she had the right to make her own choices.As I looked at her now, I felt a sense of pride and ownership. I had built walls around myself over the years, walls that had kept me from feeling emotions. But Emilia had torn down those walls, and I had fallen deeply in love with her.I remembered the day she had fallen ill, and how scared I had been. I had been horrified, and I had felt like my world was crashing down around me. But as I took care of her, and nursed her back to health, I had realized that I couldn't deny my feelings for her any longer.Now, as we walked through the streets of Ita

"Let us go to my favorite cafe, shall we?" Marco charmingly asked. I nodded. I began taking random pictures of people and the environment as we walked. A wide smile was on my lips. Marco took me by hand once again. I noticed a cafe in sight. Panella. What a beautiful name, to be honest. It had a window display of intricate dough sculptures shaped like the Colosseum and other Rome icons. The outside sitting area had patio chairs and tables. It was draped in colorful shade-giving flowers, giving off a beautiful setting to take coffee.I sat down on one of the chairs, Marco standing. "What shall I get you?" he asked politely. Wow....this sudden change in him was not only beautiful but suspicious. "I don't know, though, surprise me," I replied. "I will, trust me," he replied mischievously with a wink before heading inside the cafe.Although I wasn't hungry, I didn't mind tasting another dish. I was basking in the warmth of the sun while taking in the architectural beauty of Rome. Everythin

I'm beyond thrilled to share my debut novel with you! As a newcomer to the world of fiction, I'm excited to finally share my story with readers like you.As I continue to grow and learn as a writer, I'd love your help. If you notice any errors or inconsistencies throughout the novel, please don't hesitate to reach out. Your feedback is invaluable, and I'm grateful for your support in helping me improve.I hope you enjoy this novel and will join me on this literary journey. I'm eager to share many more stories with you in the future.Thank you for reading, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts!Best regards,Ella PrestonMarco's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a depth of emotion I'd never seen before. "Something I can never have," he whispered, his voice trembling. "You brought me to my weakest state of despair the moment you fell ill, Emilia . I was scared as hell. I couldn't think properly. My heart was at its deepest abyss of my worst fears. I didn't want to lose you."Mar