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In the heart of a bustling modern city, two worlds collide.

Emilia Stone is the poised and polished heiress to a powerful corporate empire. She lives a life of elegance, expectations, and control—where love is an accessory and vulnerability is a weakness. But beneath the designer dresses and media-perfect smile lies a woman who craves something real.

Sebastian Lores is everything she’s been warned about—rough around the edges, fiercely independent, and unapologetically working-class. He fixes engines by day and minds his own business by night… until a spilled coffee and a sharp-tongued heiress turn his routine upside down.

Their worlds could be different, but their chemistry is undeniable.

As passion ignites between them, Sebastian and Emilia must navigate not only their growing desire, but the harsh glare of judgment, secrets from the past, and the dangerous game of falling for someone completely off-limits.

Will their forbidden flame burn them both—or forge something that can’t be broken?

Forbidden Flame.

The apartment had slowly evolved since Sebastian moved in—there was a warmth now, a blend of elegance and comfort that mirrored their relationship.

Emilia watched Sebastian from the kitchen doorway, arms folded as she leaned against the frame. He stood barefoot on the balcony, coffee mug in hand, looking out at the city. His hair was tousled from sleep, the muscles of his back visible beneath his thin T-shirt. There was peace in his stance, but also something deeper—like he was anchoring himself to this new life.

"I like this view better now," she said softly.

He turned, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "The skyline or me?"

She walked up to him, slipping her arms around his waist from behind and resting her cheek against his back. "You. Always you."

They stood there for a long beat, just breathing together.

"I've been thinking," he said after a moment, setting his mug down. "About everything. How fast things have changed. And how much more grounded I feel—with you."

Emilia circled around him, meeting his eyes. "And?"

"And I want to start making things permanent," he said, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Not just us living together. I want something real… something with a name."

Emilia's throat tightened. She reached up and traced his jaw. "Are you saying what I think you are?"

He chuckled under his breath. "I think I might be getting there."

They didn't need grand declarations yet—this wasn't the time for a ring or fanfare. But the weight of the moment settled between them, rich with meaning.

Later that day, Emilia visited her legal counsel to begin filing documents—joint estate declarations, asset protections, and long-term partnership plans. She didn't need a marriage certificate to prove her love, but she wanted everything lined up when the time came.

Meanwhile, Sebastian worked late in his shop, . That day, an old friend from his former workplace stopped by, surprised but happy to see Sebastian thriving. It reminded him of his roots, and how far he'd come.

When he returned home that night, Emilia greeted him with dinner already plated and soft jazz playing. Her eyes sparkled with quiet intent.

"I signed the documents," she said, serving wine. "The ones that make you legally part of everything I own… just in case."

Sebastian stared at her, a mix of awe and love flooding his gaze. "You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to," she interrupted. "Because this… us… is more than just love, Sebastian. It's a future. And I'm ready for all of it."

He didn't speak. He just leaned in, kissed her slow and deep, and whispered, "Then so am I."

She smiled, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. "So, are we having dinner… or you have something else in mind?"

He grinned, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her jaw. "Dinner's just the beginning. But what comes after… well, that depends on how you're feeling

As they sat, the tension between them softened but didn't disappear. Conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and quiet looks that said more than words could. Every now and then, his hand found hers on the table,

When the last bite was gone and the wine glasses were nearly empty, he leaned in again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Ready for dessert?" he asked with a slow, mischievous grin.

Emilia's eyes darkened with desire as she didn't bother to answer. Instead, she slipped off the chair and moved to the sitting room couch, letting the anticipation build between them.

He responded with a low, eager hum as his lips found her bare skin, his mouth trailing down to her buds, sucking and teasing with deliberate tenderness that made her breath hitch. Emilia leaned forward, her body pressing into his, her fingers tangling in his hair as waves of heat rolled through her. Every gentle nip, every whispered tease set her senses ablaze, pulling them deeper into a dance of passion and need—an intimate dessert far sweeter than any wine or bite before.

Chapter 30