Forbidden desiress

This is wrong Clark, Rachel is my sister." I said out of breath as he continued assaulting my neck with kisses. "I don't care Eva, it's you I want and desire and not her." "what will the world say??? what if she finds out about this Clark?? what then??" I asked with uncertainty. "I want you and care only about you Eva and the world can go to hell!!! are you ready to hold my hand as we walk through this path together???" "Clarkkkk." "Answer me, Eva!! are you ready???" Eva Mendes harbours a secret attraction for her sister's husband Clark Anderson and as she struggles with her guilt and shame, she finds herself drawn to Clark's confident nature despite the danger of ruining her sister's relationship and her own reputation. As their desires intensify, they realize that their secrets and lies may ultimately lead to their downfall or will it???

Chapters

Chapter 4

EVA'S POV

In my entire life, I have never seen my mom gone all out for anyone the way she was doing for Rachel.

She hired some cleaners to clean the house, she changed a few things, bought drinks and food items in just one day.

As soon as she asked Rachel to invite her fiance over, preparations started immediately for his arrival the next day and as usual, I wasn't exempted as my mom asked me to change the curtains in the living room.

I didn't understand why she was going all out for just a casual visit and it wasn't even to start making preparations for the wedding.

"Eva, make sure you fix that in the right way and don't get distracted."my mother said as she walked away.

I sighed deeply as I continued doing what I was doing.

"Mom!!! He is going to be here as early as 9 tomorrow!!!" My sister yelled.

"Oh shit!!! We haven't gotten everything done!!! Eva!!!!???" She called.

"Yes, mother??"

"Hurry up and fix those....I have another job for you."

"But what about the bride to be??" I asked teasingly.

I noticed Rachel had done nothing for hours except walk around and look pretty.

"No dear...I don't want her to stress herself before tomorrow so her fiance won't change his mind." She said smiling.

"Really mom??? Really??"

I was starting to believe that I was adopted.

"Just do it for your sister okay...once she gets married and moves to her husband's house, she'll be out of your head."

After doing all the heinous chores my mother asked me to do, I was exhausted as I laid on the bed.

I felt aches all over my body and that added to my frustration too as I didn't eat anything and decided to sleep with an empty stomach.

The following day as early as 6:30AM, my sister woke me up.

"Eva!!!wake up!! Have you forgotten what day it is??" She asked.

I yawned and checked the time.

"Rachel it's still so early please let me sleep...besides it's not your wedding day." I said.

"Fine!!! Suit yourself." She said as she walked out of my room in anger.

The craziest part of this was that I was not even the tiniest bit curious about the man she was bringing home because I just wanted this to go away as much as it could.

I got up soon after as I couldn't go back to sleep and freshened up.

My Mother was already in the kitchen and so I joined her.

"Eva, please I beg of you...be of good behavior today and don't drive away our guest with your silly remarks."

"Mom?? Am I a child???"

"Am just saying Eva."

"Just a few more hours Eva." I whispered to myself.

It was already 2pm and Rachel's fiance was nowhere to be seen.

She had already cried twice ruining her makeup and as for me, I had already eaten twice.

I felt bad for her but that didn't mean I should ignore my empty belly.

She called him repeatedly but it was going straight to voicemail.

"Mom, did I do something wrong?? Am I cursed??" She asked in tears.

"No sweetie...maybe something just came up."

"Something came up and he couldn't inform me about it??"

"Yeah...or maybe something bad happened." I said.

"I know you are the cause of this Eva!!!!"Rachel said.

"Me??? What did I do?" I asked in confusion.

"You have used your bad luck to jinx me."

"Mom, can you hear her??" I asked.

"Just leave your sister alone Eva."

"No mom!!! First of all I am her older sister and she should accord me some respect and second, haven't I worked my ass off since yesterday just to make sure things go smoothly??? And then she has the temerity to say I jinxed her with my bad luck??"

"Calm down Eva...this is not the time at all to do this with your sister..she is hurt and heartbroken."

"I feel bad about that...I really do but that doesn't give her the right to say whatever she pleases."

"Eva I said it's enough!!"

"Mom, what if he cancels the engagement?? What am I going to do??" Rachel asked.

"Then you will find someone better dear."

"No mom...I don't want any other person but Clark!! He is the perfect man for me."

"There are no perfect men Eva." My mom said.

"No mom you don't understand...he is perfect....he is nice, kind, loves me and rich.... everything I want in a man."

"There are other eligible bachelors out there with these qualities sweetie...he isn't the only man in the world."

My mom really didn't care if Rachel's fiance died because all she wants is for her kids to get married by all means and get out of her head.

She has been planning our wedding ever since we were born and it is her lifelong dream to bring it to actualization.

"Let me try to call him again." Rachel said as she dialed his number but it went straight to voicemail again.

"I think you should stop calling him now honey...i'm not sure he is going to come anymore."

"But mom, he promised!!! I spoke to him yesterday and he promised he was going to be here." Rachel said as she burst into tears again for the 100th time.

"Rachel honey you need to stop crying now or you are going to end up falling sick....I told you before that you will find someone better than him okay??"

"I don't want any other man...I want only him!!!" She said as she got up and ran into her room.

My mom gave me a go after her look.

"No mom...she's all yours." I said.

She sighed deeply, got up and followed Rachel into the room.

I was hungry again and decided to get the third plate of food mainly because it tasted so good.

After eating, I switched on the TV in the living room and watched a series I've been following up on.

I continued watching for hours and when I checked the time, it was already 6pm.

Mom came out of her own room and was looking so exhausted.

"How is Rachel??"

"She's asleep...she'll be fine." She said as she walked into the kitchen.

Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring and I wondered who it was because it was late.

I got up and opened the door and saw the cutest man I had ever seen.

I almost started drooling as I looked at him from head to toe and automatically blushed.

"Good evening...is this Rachel's house??" he asked with his deep toned voice.

"Yes, who are you??" I asked as I stared deeply at him without breaking eye contact.

"I am Clark....her fiance."

Continue to next part

Grieving her brother's death, Clara Hayes is suddenly hunted for the millions he stole. Facing a lethal corporate syndicate, she is forced into a lifetime of servitude to settle the debt. Her owner is Julian Cross, a mysterious billionaire and her childhood love. However, Julian is no longer the boy she knew; he has evolved into a cold predator. Having built a financial empire for the sole purpose of ensnaring her, he now demands far more than just repayment.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

8.0

From Broken Vessel To Mafia Queen

8.0

Years ago, I threw myself in front of an assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia boss husband, leaving me nearly infertile. He knelt in my blood, swearing I would be his only wife. But tonight, I heard him whisper to his childhood sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless vessel; only you can give the Rossi family an heir." He thought I couldn't understand him, not knowing I used to work as an Italian translator. He also had no idea that an eight-week-old miracle was currently growing in my womb. Julian, you will never see your child. I no longer want your promises. I no longer want you. From now on, we will never cross paths again. Adieu, pour toujours.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.1

His Unwanted Bride, Another Man's Queen

8.1

My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck. "Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety." He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her. I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper. When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate. He decided to "discipline" me publicly to teach me respect. He raised the whip. "Arthur, please, I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach. "Don't lie to me," he spat, and the lash came down. I lost our baby on that cold marble floor in a pool of blood. He didn't believe me. He stepped over my body to take Diana to dinner. He didn't stop there. He let my grandmother die in the ER to tend to Diana's bruised nose. He even dug up my grandmother's grave because Diana wanted the view for a garden. I finally fled, vanishing into the night. It wasn't until months later, when he found the autopsy report of our unborn child and the toxicology results proving Diana had been drugging him, that the fog lifted. He tracked me down to a small town, where I was finally healing with a good man. The feared Underboss fell to his knees in the pouring rain, holding the whip he had used on me, shaking violently. "Beat me, Ella," he begged, tears mixing with the mud. "Hurt me. Make us even." I looked at the monster I used to love and dropped his ring into the dirt. "You can't bring back the dead, Arthur," I whispered. "And you are dead to me."

Horror Mafia Romance

8.1

His Vow, Her Vendetta

8.1

I died once. Betrayed, broken, and discarded by the most powerful man in New York. Now, I'm back. Reborn on the very day my husband, Dante Moretti, handed me an expulsion agreement. But this time, I know his secret. The coldness in his eyes isn't cruelty; it's a slow-acting poison, a betrayal creeping through his veins, fed to him by those closest to him. This time, I don't cower. I meet his icy command with a slap and an ultimatum: I carry his heir. To cast me out is to sentence his own bloodline to death. He is the untouchable Don, a king on a poisoned throne, fighting a war within his own mind. I am the ghost of the queen he tried to break, armed with the memories of our enemies' every move. I won't be a pawn in their game again. I will dismantle them all, from my treacherous sister to the viper he calls a mother. I will be the queen he needs, even if he fights me every step of the way. It's a vendetta.

Action Mafia Modern

7.5

Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life

7.5

I spent five years laundering my family's wealth and buying military-grade weapons to crown my husband, Alistair, the Don of the Chicago Mafia. But the night before his coronation, he drove an Italian stiletto into my stomach. He sneered that a Don needed a true Mafia Queen, and that was always meant to be his "fragile" friend, Kylie. As I bled out on the Persian rug, he revealed the sickening truth. The night I was found in a rival Irish boss's bed two years ago wasn't a setup by our enemies. Alistair had ordered his own mother and sister to drug and frame me. He just needed me terrified enough to sign over my merchant trust fund to prove my loyalty. My entire marriage, my sacrifices, and my stolen wealth were just stepping stones for him and his mistress. I had bled for him and won him the city, only to be slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb so he could hand my empire to another woman. Before the flames I started consumed us both, I swore I'd drag his entire family to hell. Opening my eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, replaced by the scent of lavender and the bitter taste of chloral hydrate. I was back on the exact night of the frame-up two years ago. Outside the door, my sister-in-law was whispering, waiting for the Irish boss to arrive so they could ruin me. This time, I was going to make sure she was the one in that bed.

Fantasy Mafia Modern

9.6

Rising From The Grave As A Queen

9.6

I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder. It was Clayton. The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister’s engagement party. "Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up. Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock. "Ivy? You're... we buried you." They hadn't buried me. They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability. Clayton’s shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger. He accused me of faking my death for attention. He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain. He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize. "You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation." But he made a fatal mistake. He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees. He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it. Before Clayton’s fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist. Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us. "Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand." I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face. I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself. I came back to bury them.

Mafia Modern Romance

Forbidden desiress

Chapter 4

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