The Forced Bride
I was never meant to be part of a family that would destroy me.
My name is Sophie Miller. Adopted at five, I was cherished until my adoptive parents had their own children. Then I became the unwanted daughter, a slave. Endless chores, cruel words from my sister Elena, and silent nights in the attic where I poured my pain into secret drawings.
When our restaurant empire collapsed under massive debt, my family sold me. I was forced to marry Arthur Oliver, the cold billionaire heir who was secretly in love with Elena. On our wedding night, I walked in on them having raw, passionate sex. Elena saw me and moaned louder to humiliate me. That shattered me.
What followed was hell. Arthur used my body with humiliating indifference while loving Elena. His cousin brother and father also secretly claimed me, turning me into their shared “family bride” with threats to keep me silent. Broken and pregnant, with a child whose father could be any of the three, I met a mysterious man named Alex at a tech lunch. He recognized my talent and helped me escape.
Years later, I returned transformed: a celebrated artist with wealth, fame, and a new life. But Arthur is obsessed. He hunts me through glittering high-society events, desperate to pull me back into his world.
As threats from his family resurface and long-buried secrets emerge, I must face the men who shattered me. Will I destroy them with my newfound power… or will something far more dangerous happen instead?
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Chapter: The MoneyArthur’s voice cut through the silence behind me. “And where do you think you’re going?”I froze with my hand on the garden door handle. My heart slammed against my ribs. Slowly, I turned around.He stood at the end of the hallway, shirt still half-unbuttoned, hair messy from earlier. His eyes moved over me, the robe, the small bag in my hand, my bare feet. He didn’t look angry. Just… calm. “Don't make me repeat myself, Sophie.”I swallowed hard. “I… I needed some air.”He started walking toward me. Each step was steady. Unhurried. I backed up until my back touched the door. He stopped just close enough that I could smell whiskey and his cologne.“Air?” He glanced at the bag in my hand, then back at my face. “Still on your wedding dress?”Before I could answer, he reached out and took my wrist. Not hard, but firm enough that I couldn’t pull away. “Come with me.”He turned and started walking. I had no choice but to follow. My legs felt weak as we moved down the hallway. Every closed
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: Shattered NightI pushed the door open.The sight hit me like a punch.Arthur had Elena bent over the edge of the bed, her pink dress bunched around her waist. He stood behind her, moving with slow, deliberate thrusts. His hands gripped her hips tightly. The sharp sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Elena moaned softly, pushing back against him, her face flushed with pleasure.I couldn’t breathe.Arthur leaned over her, one hand sliding up to grip her hair. He pulled her head back gently as he drove deeper. “Like that?” he murmured against her ear.Elena’s eyes fluttered open. She saw me first. For a split second, surprise flashed across her face. Then her lips curved into that familiar smirk. She didn’t stop. If anything, she arched her back more, moaning louder while keeping her eyes locked on mine.Arthur hadn’t noticed me yet. He kept thrusting steadily, completely focused on her, his breathing rough. Elena’s moans grew sharper as she pushed back against him, still staring at me with that
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: The Forced WeddingThe next three days disappeared in a blur of relentless activity. From sunrise to late evening, people surrounded me without a single moment to breathe. Dress designers measured every inch of my body, pinning expensive lace against my skin and arguing over tiny details as if I were a mannequin. Florists arrived in waves, carrying thousands of white roses, orchids, and lilies until the Oliver mansion smelled like a luxury garden. Workers hung crystal chandeliers, rolled out imported carpets, and polished every surface until it gleamed. Everyone was excited. Everyone except me. The wedding wasn’t about love. It was about business, saving my family’s failing restaurant through this alliance with the Olivers. On the morning of the ceremony, I stood before a full-length mirror while two makeup artists applied the final touches. The woman staring back looked beautiful. The white gown hugged my figure perfectly, long lace sleeves covering my arms while tiny crystals sparkled with every
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: The DealThe silence after Dad’s words felt like a thick blanket pressing down on all of us. Mom’s eyes widened. She set her glass down slowly. “I thought we still had a few more months,” she said, her voice shaky. “I never knew it was already over.”Dad didn’t answer right away. He just stared at the table like the weight of everything was crushing him. Elena kept scrolling on her phone, pretending not to care. No one looked at me. But I felt it. That cold glance Dad gave me earlier. Something bad was coming.After dinner, everyone went to bed like nothing had happened. The house grew quiet, except for the usual creaks in the old floors. I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I slipped up to the attic. The small lamp cast a warm glow on the dusty beams as I drew. My pencil moved fast, sketching a girl running through an open field, free. My hands shook a little. I tried to lose myself in the lines like I always did.A knock sounded on the attic door.“Sophie?” Marcus’s small voice called. “Daddy wants
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: The OutsiderThis was supposed to be the start of something new. At least that’s what I kept telling myself as I walked down the hallway of the Oliver's mansion in my wedding dress. The heavy fabric brushing against the carpet with every step.Soft, breathy moans drifted from the honeymoon suite ahead.I stopped. The sound cut through the quiet like a warning. Then came the slow, rhythmic creak of the bed. My fingers tightened around the bouquet. It can’t be what it sounds like.But the moans continued. Low. Intimate. Familiar.I moved closer. Arthur’s deep voice rumbled through the door. “I still don’t understand why they chose your sister over you, for me when you are this good.”Elena’s breathless laugh answered. “Stop talking about her and go faster, Arthur… please.”My chest twisted painfully. I hesitated, hand hovering near the doorknob, then pushed the door open.The sight hit me like a punch.My husband had my sister bent over the edge of the bed, her pink dress bunched around her waist. H
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
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