FORBIDDEN LOVE

By Star Alejandra

Stella, scarred by heartbreaks, stumbles upon an unexpected love that defies societal norms. As the intricacies of her tumultuous past unravel, she finds solace and passion in the most forbidden of places-within the confines of a forbidden love with Father Richard. Their clandestine affair unfolds against a

• Language: English
• Publisher: Star Alejandra
• Release date: Apr 30, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869350251

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FORBIDDEN

LOVE

Star Alejandra

Copyright © 2024 Star Alejandra

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Dedicated to Rene for making this journey worthwhile.

Doctor Ray for giving me the strength in life and to everyone that has been underestimated.

Based on a true love story.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Shattered Hearts and New Beginnings

Chapter 2

Seeking Solace in Sunday's Embrace

Chapter 3

The Unexpected Encounter

Chapter 4

Whispers of the Heart

Chapter 5

Dancing in the Moonlight

Chapter 6

Moth to Flame

Chapter 7

Love's Secret Symphony

Chapter 8

The Breaking Point

Chapter 1

Shattered Hearts and New Beginnings

The birds quietened, almost as if they were shushed by nature around them. The winds, however, went through disturbingly wild and facilitated the echoing slam of Stella’s front door which more or less, shattered Stella’s world. The hollow sound reverberated through the empty apartment, mirroring the emptiness she felt inside. She crumpled onto the couch, clutching her chest as if to keep the pieces of her breaking heart from spilling out. She breathed as heavy as she could, she clearly hadn’t felt worse in a very long time. There was something that kept her from breathing normally as her heart pounded at random intervals.

The air hung heavy with the residue of the argument; the bitter taste of words exchanged still lingering in the dimly lit room. Tears welled in Stella's eyes, threatening to spill over. She blinked them back, refusing to let the pain consume her entirely.

He's gone, she whispered to the silent walls, as if saying it out loud would make it more real. A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed hard, trying to push it down. But the ache remained, a constant reminder of the love that had slipped through her fingers. She felt a warm hug and a soft kiss on the neck, but it was both familiar and strangely distant. She wanted it, and at the same time, she pleaded for it not to end.

In the aftermath of the breakup, Stella found herself adrift in a sea of memories. The laughter, the shared dreams, the warmth of his touch—everything now felt like fragments of a shattered mirror, reflecting a distorted version of the life she once knew. A life that was all she knew.

As the hours ticked by, Stella knew she couldn't stay in that apartment, suffocated by the remnants of a love that was no more. She needed to escape, to breathe in a world that didn't reek of heartache, a world where she could close her eyes for a second, and find some peace for that broken heart, and a shaking soul that struggled to move for even a bit carrying the weight of her distress.

Determined, Stella rose from the couch, wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. She stumbled into her bedroom, throwing random clothes into a bag. The decision to leave was impulsive, a desperate attempt to outrun the pain that threatened to consume her.

The city outside was a blur as Stella hailed a cab. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a storm of sorrow and confusion. The cab ride was a silent journey through the city lights, each passing moment a step away from the wreckage of her past.

Arriving at a quaint bed-and-breakfast on the outskirts of town, Stella checked in, grateful for the anonymity it offered. The owner, an elderly woman with kind eyes, sensed Stella's pain without a word being spoken. She handed Stella a set of keys, their weight a reassuring anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

Alone in her room, Stella gazed out of the window, watching the moon cast a soft glow on the landscape. The stillness of the night wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, and she let herself collapse onto the bed.

In the quiet solitude, Stella felt the first whispers of healing. The ache remained, but with each passing moment, it became a little more bearable. She vowed to use this journey as a chance to rediscover herself, to find solace in her own company.

As sleep finally claimed her, Stella's dreams were haunted by the ghost of love lost and the promise of a new beginning. Little did she know that this journey, though born from heartbreak, would lead her to unexpected passions and pleasures that awaited on the horizon.

The night had passed, and it was now the morning. She wasn’t happy with mornings like this usually. She preferred mornings where her ex-boyfriends’ body was closely attached to hers. His open naked chest, set for her to kiss, rub her face against, and also to take short naps on. The cuddling often led to hot and passionate sex that she remembered till this very morning. However, the night before she had thought of finding solace in her own being with ease and happiness, and she opened her eyes fully to see the sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. She took a deep breath, feeling the crisp air fill her lungs. It was a new day, a chance for a fresh start. Her body felt a little different too, there was a certain sense of movement that she for some reason, was proud of.

After a leisurely breakfast in the quaint dining area of the bed-and-breakfast, Stella decided to explore the town. The streets were lined with charming shops and cafes, each one a potential distraction from the pain that lingered in the corners of her mind.

As she wandered, Stella couldn't help but notice the way the town seemed to embrace her. The locals offered warm smiles and friendly greetings, unknowingly contributing to the balm that soothed her wounded soul. It was as if the universe had conspired to lead her to this haven of healing.

In a small bookstore, Stella found refuge among the shelves of novels and poetry. The scent of old books filled the air, a familiar comfort from her childhood. She traced her fingers along the spines, lost in the stories that beckoned from the pages. Her shattered heart, even though still broken by miles, felt like there was some glue in the fresh air that she breathed in, that was starting to put together the cracks in her soul, mind, and heart.

A soft voice interrupted her reverie. Finding everything alright?

Stella looked up to see the bookstore owner, a woman with silver-streaked hair and an aura of wisdom. Yes, thank you, Stella replied, offering a tentative smile.

The owner, sensing the storm behind Stella's eyes, nodded knowingly. Books have a way of healing, you know. Sometimes, they provide the escape we need or the wisdom we seek.

Stella felt a connection with this stranger, a shared understanding of the power of words to mend a broken heart. She nodded in appreciation, grateful for the unexpected solace she found in that cozy bookstore.

As the day unfolded,