Forbidden Shado novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123-1

Vincear’s POV

The silence in the car was killing me,

I kept my eyes locked on the road, gripping the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles pulsed around the leather.

The tension between us was thick, almost suffocating, and I figured that it wouldn’t have been so severe since we had both spent some time apart…

But boy was I wrong!

I could feel her growing antsy beside me, fidgeting, probably lost in her own worried thoughts, and all I could think about was how badly I’d screwed this all up from start to finish.

I knew that I couldn’t avoid this conversation any longer, but damn, still wasn’t as ready for it as I thought I would be.

Not even close.

There was a million things to say and to talk thro

through, yet all I could give her right now was thickening silence…

She had every right to be angry, every right to hate me for how I had handled things. The way I’d kept her in the dark. The way I’d gone behind her back.

But what the hell was I supposed to do?

Did she expect me to just sit back and watch her get pulled into even more danger? Watch her father finally catch up with her? Watch her get hurt because of me?

I only thought I was helping…

I glanced over at her, just for a second, and saw the tension in her face, her hands twisting nervously in her lap below.

She was hurting like I was over this, probably more.

And I hated it.

I hated knowing that 1 was the one who’d put that very look on her face.

Finally, I couldn’t take the silence anymore. I had to say something,

Anything.

I dont blame you for this, you know,” I said quietly, not daring to look at her. My eyes stayed glued to the road ahead, my voice low, as if saying it too loud would make it worse.

I could see from the corner of my eye her head snapping toward me and I could feel her gaze burning into the side of my face. “What? I mean, how? Her voice was shaking, and I could hear the confusion in it, the disbelief stuck in every word.

How to explain myself. “I don’t blame you for what happened to

I sighed, running a hand back through my hair, trying to figure out w Daryl. I’m angry, yeah, but not at you for it…

1 wasn’t angry ather for Daryl getting shot at all, but I knew it probl Just well and truly overwhelmed and

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Ashton was the real fucking monster here, and yet why could I see the guilt all over her face as though was her who had caused

this?!

She was quiet for a moment to think on my words, and then, almost like she couldn’t stop herself, she whispered. “I feel that I’m responsible for all of this. If I hadn’t come into your life at all, none of this would ve happened to any of you.” Her voice cracked, and it cut me deep.

The

way

she said it, like she really believed she was a curse, or some kind of bad luck, hearing it made my body tighten.

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to yell, to tell her she was wrong, but I didn’t. I had no right to snap at her, not after everything that she’s already been through… that would only get us nowhere.

“You didn’t bring Ashton into this willingly.” I said, trying to stay calm, even though part of me wanted to punch something just thinking about that bastard alone. “He made his own choices, and he hurt people because of his own issues. That’s nothing to do with you. But…” I hesitated, knowing what I was about to say wasn’t going to be easy for her to hear. “What was to do with you, was not telling me sooner that you knew he was here, in town.”

I could feel her shift in the seat beside me, and I knew I’d hit a nerve with that.

I didn’t want to make her feel any worse, but I couldn’t pretend like it didn’t bother me. She should have told tell me. To trust me with such information.

I only wanted to keep her safe…

There was a long pause, and when she finally spoke, her voice was so small, I almost didn’t hear it.

1. me. I needed her to

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Chapter 123-2

“I just… I knew that whatever you were dealing with was a lot,” shemitted, her voice shaking with the weight of her guilt. “You seemed so stressed and on edge that at the time, I didn’t want to selfishly add another problem on top of that… but what I didn’t know was that your stress all linked back to contacting my father beland my back… Why didn’t you just tell me, Vincent?”

Her words were ones that hit me hard next, pausing any and all thoughts racing through my mind.

What can I say to that? She’s right…

“Sofia…” I start, but nothing else comes after that, I was truly at a loss for words as I stared ahead and waited for my street to open up the gates for us.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?! She demands to know, her emotions taking their toll now since this very matter had been well overdue for us to discuss.

Driving up the quiet road and in to my driveway, I put the car in to park and took a second to think… allowing my head to bury in to my hands, the weight of this conversation beginning to crush me

I could feel Sofia next to me, her presence close but distant at the same time. I didn’t even know where to start now. I’d run it over in my head a thousand times, thinking through all the things I would say when we found her, but now that we were actually here, it was like every word I wanted to say had just evaporated from my memory.

I’d known this heavy talk was coming.

I owed her an explanation for why I had chose to reach out to the one person she feared most in this world: her father.

I knew I had fucked up majorly, I knew that, but I was now fucking terrified of what might happen once everything was out in the ореп.

With a shaky breath, I raised my head, forcing myself to face her on this. She was staring out the window, tears glistening in her

Seeing her like that, hurting, when she had already been hurt many times before, now hurting because of me, the one she had finally began to trust it killed me.

With a desperate intake of air, I push myself to say: “Sofia I thought was doing the right thing in order to keep you safe, I didn’t know he was going to manipulate the situation like he did, and the whole arranged marriage thing wasn’t mine or my fathers idea, it was all him – believe me!” I begin to spill out, hoping that I could provide enough context on how things had unravelled that day in order for her to trust me again…

Nope of it was malicious, at least not intentionally, but the same fact still remained – I should have discussed it with her from the very start to avoid all of this.

sofia remained silent, her gaze still locked on the window.

I could feet her pulling away from me, like every word I said was falling short of reaching her.

“I didn’t agree to anything either, I swear! My father just told him that we would get back to him on it and that’s when I was stuck on when and how to tell you… I rant once more, praying that she would answer me as my palms grow hot.