All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE FORBIDDEN STAR : Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

Chapter 51 The previous day. Tania stood outside Andreas’s modern villa, her fingers tightening around the envelope clutched in her hand. The late afternoon sun filtered through the clouds, casting long shadows across the polished stone steps. Her lips were painted a shade too red, her eyes too wild beneath heavy lashes. She wasn’t here to plead. She was here to win. She noticed the tight security, both men and gadgets, and she wondered if it was just because of the scandal or something else. As she walked through the gate, her mouth hung open shamelessly as she took in the ambiance of the house. Andreas has done well for himself, she thought. And she should be part of it. Enjoy it. If she wasn't swayed by that rundown rock star she'll be the queen of all these by now. But nonetheless, she was back and was going to take back what was rightfully hers. As she approached the main building, the door swung open before she could knock, and there stood Martin. Andreas’s ever-loyal

Chapter 53 The aroma of roasted chicken and herbed potatoes wafted through the softly lit dining room, mingling with the low hum of evening jazz streaming from the speakers. It was warm inside Mia's home, the golden glow of pendant lights bouncing off the glass walls and illuminating the polished wood floors. Everything shimmered with quiet elegance yet the air was thick with anticipation. Andreas stepped through the front door, looking sharp in a navy button-down and dark jeans that hugged his lean frame. As Mia ushered him in, her perfume clung to the air, a soft trail of jasmine and citrus. Before she could say a word, a blur of excitement flew across the room. "Andreas!" Sofia shouted, leaping into his arms. He caught her effortlessly, a grin splitting his face. "Hey, little star…” “I'm glad you could make it.” Sofia cooed. And

Chapter 55 The fluorescent lights of Health Wise General Hospital stretched in an endless grid overhead, humming like a swarm of bees trapped behind a glass ceiling. Andreas burst through the revolving doors, his pulse thrumming so loudly he feared the echoes might give him away. Every polished tile underfoot gleamed with sterility and antiseptic scents that clashed with the knot of dread tightening in his gut. He scanned the reception desk. A weary nurse looked up, blinking at the late hour. He spoke first, “I'm here for a Brian Costa..” He said guessing the child's last name to be the same as Tania's. “Brian Costa?” The nurse asked as she browsed through the computer in front of her, taking longer than usual. Andreas then, cut straight to the point, voice rough with urgency. “Where is he?” The nurse pointed down a corridor lined with pediatric wards. “Room 312…” Her eyes, sympat

Chapter 57The late afternoon sun bled gold through the gauzy curtains of Susan’s living room, casting soft patterns on the cream carpet beneath Mia’s feet. She stood by the large window, cradling her own silence as she watched the world outside it. Susan’s home. The smell of fresh coffee drifted from the open kitchen, blending with the faint scent of lavender from a nearby diffuser.Her eyes wandered to the lush, perfectly mowed lawn that stretched like a soft green painting outside the glass. On it, laughter danced freely. Shawn, Susan’s husband, barefoot and grinning, was tossing a worn-out soccer ball between Sofia and Nick, both children squealing with joy as they ran after it, arms flailing, giggles unrestrained. The kind of joy that belonged to a life untainted.“Susan!” Shawn called, turning slightly as the ball skidded past him. “Make that two cups, will you?”“I already am, you clown!” came Susan’s voice from the kitchen,

Chapter 59 Mia's night had shifted. It was no longer a hollow echo of Andreas's silence, but now something alive, something burning. The moment she ran into his arms, her body responded before her mind could catch up. His warmth swallowed her, strong arms lifting her as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed the side of her neck, his hands firm beneath her thighs. "Shh... quiet," she whispered against his ear, her voice low and teasing. "Sofia's asleep." "Then I guess we better keep our voices down," he murmured, his grin pressed against her skin. He carried her inside like she weighed nothing, and Mia giggled softly, burying her face in his shoulder. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing their world off from everything outside. He set her down in the living room, but Mia didn’t let go of his hand. She held it tightly, eyes sparkling with intention.