Forbidden

When the trono passed in front of me, our eyes met for a second. It was enough to end that night in a way I never could have imagined.

Rodrigo held her hips during their workouts and she pretended not to notice his erection. When she found her panties in his room, she could no longer ignore what was happening.

That night at the Pinamar restaurant, Valeria learned that a big city is really just a very small town.

Marcos signed the contract without reading it. By the time they locked him under the Club Ónix toilet, it was too late to turn back.

Carmen appeared at my window as if she had been waiting for that moment. She didn’t leave. She made me come downstairs. What happened next was beyond anything either of us imagined.

When I was left flat broke and unable to pay the rent, Lorenzo knocked on my door at ten sharp. I had never been with a man before that night.

When I saw him come in, too afraid to lift his gaze, I thought it would be just another appointment. It wasn’t. What I found beneath that gown kept me awake for days.

The excuse was a Pilates app and her empty living room. What happened next wasn’t in any exercise program.

Valeria wore a miniskirt with no underwear. The sleeping men in the street watched her without hiding it. I watched from the back of the truck, completely aroused.

We’d spent the whole wedding exchanging looks. When he whispered that he wanted to show me something, I thought it was a joke. It wasn’t.

I went to Andrea’s party with nerves on edge. I didn’t expect to meet her mother: a mature woman with a perfect body and a fiery gaze who hooked me from the first second.

We had been exchanging photos and audio messages for months that his wife would never see. When we finally met, everything we had imagined became real.

Twenty years old, zero experience, and a cousin who looked at him as if she knew exactly what was on his mind. The summer was going to be long.

Soaked clothes clung to their bodies, rain hammered the barn roof, and they had no excuse left to keep their distance. That was how their affair began.

Silvia was riding me when I saw the figure in the doorway. My father. Naked. Staring at her, one hand moving in a way that left no doubt.

I was alone in my bedroom when I heard the door open. He hadn’t knocked or announced himself. And I was barely dressed.

She tied the ropes to her wrists and stepped into the muck, unaware that someone was watching from the undergrowth, a razor-sharp knife in hand.

The brothers surrounded me in the stable and told me what nobody in town knew. Their sister belonged to everyone. Their father gave the order. And I was eighteen, with my eyes wide open.

I was wearing the wig and heels when I saw someone waiting at the door. It was Germán’s nephew. I froze half a block away, not knowing whether to keep going.

We were lying there naked, still smelling like what we’d just done, when Sofía told me she had something to confess. Something about Elena. Something that would change how I saw her forever.