When Contracts Turn to Forbidden Kisses Chapter 181

Amelia

The next day, while sorting patient files, I planned to grab lunch before my afternoon appointments. I’d been busy with prenatal check-ups all morning, and my stomach was growling. Just as I was about to leave, the door suddenly swung open.

A figure slipped inside.

"What the hell?" I stepped back, reaching for my phone.

The figure raised their hands in surrender, then carefully removed the disguise piece by piece. When the sunglasses came off last, I gasped.

Emily. Her face was a canvas of abuse—yellowing bruises around her left eye, healing cuts across her cheek, and what looked like finger-shaped marks on her neck.

"Emily? What happened to you?" Despite everything she'd done, seeing her like this shocked me.

"Amelia," she straightened, attempting to regain some dignity. "I want to make a deal with you."

I crossed my arms. "A deal?"

"I have something you want," Emily said, a hint of her old calculation returning. "Help me get away from Felix, give me $100,000, and it's yours."

"Emily, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Her eyes flashed with desperation and cunning. "Information about Lucas's car accident..."

I cut her off immediately. "Stop. Whatever you think you have, I'm not interested."

"You will be," she insisted. "It's about who was really behind—"

A light knock interrupted us, and the door opened. Rachel poked her head in.

"Amelia, want to grab lunch? There's this new place that—" Her words died as she spotted Emily. Her eyes widened, taking in Emily's battered face. "Emily? Oh my God, what happened?"

Emily's hand flew to her face instinctively, trying to hide the worst of the bruising. The gesture was so vulnerable, so unlike the Emily I knew, that I felt a twinge of pity despite myself.

"We investigated the accident. It was Felix, wasn't it?" I said firmly.

Emily's facade cracked completely. She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "Please help me get away from him," she sobbed. "I can't take it anymore!"

Her tears splashed onto the polished hospital floor. "They don't even want me—just a baby-making machine for Felix! He can't have children, did you know that? His parents found out and now they're desperate for an heir!"

I looked down at the kneeling figure of my half-sister—the same woman who had tormented me for years, who had schemed with Margaret to destroy my life. How different she looked now, broken and begging.

"I warned you about Felix," I said coldly. "You chose not to listen. Now you're coming to me for help? I can't do anything for you."

"I'm still young," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "My life is ruined. I can't bear the humiliation from his parents anymore. Please..."

The sight was pathetic—the once proud and haughty Emily Thompson on her knees. But I couldn't forget what she'd done. Even with Margaret dead, Emily needed to face the consequences of her choices.

"Let's go, Rachel," I said, grabbing my bag and walking toward the door. I didn't look back at Emily, still kneeling on the floor of my consultation room.

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Evening shadows stretched across the underground parking garage as Ethan's car pulled into the riverside apartment complex. The drive from the hospital had been mostly silent, my mind replaying Emily's desperate visit.

Ethan turned off the engine and shifted to face me. In the dim lighting, his features were softened, but his eyes remained sharp, observant.

"Something happened today," he said, not a question but a gentle prompt. "You've been quiet since I picked you up."

I sighed, turning toward him. "Emily showed up at the hospital."

His expression hardened. "What did she want?"

"To make a deal." I explained Emily's visit, her battered appearance, and her offer of information about Lucas's accident in exchange for help escaping Felix.

"She was covered in bruises, Ethan. I've never seen her like that—terrified, desperate."

Ethan's jaw tightened. "And you refused to help her."

"Of course I did. After everything she's done?" I shook my head. "She made her choice when she married Felix."

Ethan reached for my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. "What did she say about Lucas's accident?"

"Nothing specific. Just that she had information. But she also said something else..." I hesitated. "She said Felix can't have children. His parents found out and now they're using her as some kind of... breeding tool."

"I see." Ethan's expression was thoughtful. "David would want grandchildren, especially with the family name at stake."

"It's twisted," I said. "But honestly, it's hard to feel sorry for her after everything."

"Seeing her like that, I just want to protect you and build our own happy family together," Ethan said, his voice dropping lower as he leaned closer.

The sudden shift caught me off guard. My heart skipped as his eyes, intense and heated, held mine. Before I could respond, his lips found mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened with hunger.

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered against my ear, his voice husky with desire.

I nodded, breathless, as he came around to my side of the car.

His lips found mine again as the elevator doors closed, his body pressing me against the wall. By the time we reached our floor, we were both breathing hard, clothes disheveled.

Ethan carried me all the way to the bedroom, setting me down gently on the bed. I kicked off my shoes, my body already responding to his presence. Feeling bold, I ran my foot up his leg, deliberately teasing him through his pants.

I felt him freeze, then harden instantly against my touch. With a growl, he stripped off his shirt, revealing the muscled torso I never tired of seeing. He caught my leg, pulling me closer, his eyes dark with desire.

His breath was hot against my skin, sending shivers through me, and I let out a soft, breathy sigh that made him pause and smile wickedly. "That sound... it's driving me crazy," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, laced with that seductive edge that always made my pulse race. "Make it again for me, Amelia. Let me hear how much you want this."

"You're so beautiful, Amelia," he murmured against my skin, his voice rough with need. He unbuttoned my blouse slowly, exposing me inch by inch, then unclasped my bra, his mouth descending to suck on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other, sending electric jolts straight to my core. I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as I ground against his thigh, feeling his hard cock pressing insistently against me.

I reached down, unzipping his pants and freeing his thick length, stroking him firmly. He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, pre-cum slicking my palm as I pumped him faster. "Fuck, that feels good," he breathed, his hand sliding between my thighs to part my slick folds, fingers rubbing my clit in tight circles before dipping inside my wet pussy, thrusting gently to match my strokes on him.

"Ethan, please," I panted, my voice desperate. "I need you inside me."

I spread my legs wider, pulling him down for a deep kiss as he positioned himself at my entrance.

When he pushed inside, the stretch was exquisite, his cock filling my pussy completely, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. I clenched around him, moaning loudly as he started thrusting—slow at first, then harder, his hips slamming against mine, balls slapping rhythmically against me. Each stroke hit that perfect spot, building the pressure inside me.

His hands gripped my hips, my nails digging into his back as our breaths grew ragged with desire. I clenched around him, drawing his low groans until the wave hit us both. I cried out as my orgasm overtook me, my body pulsing, and he followed with a shuddering moan as we held each other.

We collapsed together, spent and entangled, his arms wrapping around me protectively as our breathing slowed. In that haze of satisfaction and love, whatever tomorrow would bring, tonight belonged to us alone.