Billionaire's Forced Bride: Dear Wife, You Can't Escape

CHURCHThe men drag Eleanor and Avery out in the church. It’s an ancient church where you hardly can find people around. Built at the outskirts of the town, no one visits here except during the yearly fair which happens mostly in December. They force Eleanor and Avery to climb the church stairs and as they get closer, Eleanor notices the Priest sitting and doing some preparation. Their surroundings are decorated as if there is some wedding happening here. But whose? There are also few men guarding the place with guns. All of them were wearing that special attire with the Knight Royals logo on their arm.Someone pulls the scarf from Avery’s mouth first.The sudden release of the scarf brought a mix of relief and confusion to Avery. The unexpected turn of events left her disoriented.“Max?” Avery shouts seeing the man sitting before the Priest performing the ritual. “What is all this?” she screams. “Why have you got us here? It’s my marriage today.”Avery's voice echoed with a blend of

“Oh.. so she got married to THAT Max?” Adam angrily asks.Eleanor’s blood boils when she meets her father. There was never a connection between them. He always wanted a son but settled for 2 daughters instead. And only because Rose couldn’t bore more children further, he had to stop hoping. But her poor mother even gave him the liberty to re-marry but somehow he didn’t wish to take a chance. Was it the love for his wife or the fear that if his second wife also gives birth to a girl, it will crush his manly ego, she doesn’t want to know. During her early childhood, she always wanted to spend more time with her father. They say fathers love their girls more than boys. But there was nothing of that sort in their home. She always saw her father pinpointing their mistakes, shouting and screaming at them for almost everything."You girls have no choice," Adam continued to bicker, frustration evident in his voice. The dimly lit room reflected the tension, casting long shadows across the fami

WATSON HOUSE Eleanor vehemently throws the dress and jewels her father sent into her room, intended for her to get dressed up.Eleanor's room resonated with frustration as she vehemently declared, "I am not wearing that, and I'm certainly not letting you tie me to the Royals forcibly!" The intensity of her refusal was matched by the evident frustration in her father Adam Watson's expression.Adam, attempting to justify his decision, retorted, "You should be thankful I have got such a nice proposal for you. There is no reason why you shouldn’t accept it." His tone, though firm, held a hint of exasperation."Nice proposal? Only because they are Royals? There is not even a pinch of decency in that man," Eleanor countered, her voice laced with disdain for the unknown suitor.Adam, defending the unseen alliance, questioned her knowledge, "How would you know that? You haven’t even met him.""I met him yesterday when his men abducted me and Avery," Eleanor revealed, her tone revealing the t

AT NIGHT Eleanor paces in her room. Her feet ache, energy has drained from her body but she doesn’t want to stop. Her brain is exhausted thinking what she can do next to stop this marriage from happening. Her father will never be convinced neither the Knights will listen to her pleas. Now only a miracle can stop all this tragedy.Her phone rings. She is glad her father didn’t snatch her phone yet, not that she would give it that easily. She can ask help from her phone. She has some contacts who can assist her. But she recollects her father’s warning. He can ruin the people who tries to save her from this marriage. She cannot let that happen. The phone keeps ringing. She hurries to the bed and answers the call which is from her friend Avery.In the midst of the engagement fallout, Eleanor found herself grasping for solace in a conversation with her confidante, Avery. The room, adorned with personal touches and the remnants of their earlier exchange, became a sanctuary for Eleanor's unr

WATSON MANSION When Eleanor returned home, she was greeted by a bustling scene in the living room. A swarm of 10 to 15 people filled the space, each busy with various decorations and arrangements under the direction of her father. Eleanor couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sudden chaos that had taken over her once peaceful abode."The bride comes," someone chirped from across the room, drawing attention to Eleanor's entrance. A tall, young girl with a vibrant energy rushed over to her, her attire flaunting her bare legs in a tight frock. "Hello, Miss Watson," she exclaimed, extending her hand for Eleanor to shake. "I'm Laura, your wedding planner."Eleanor's eyebrows shot up in surprise. A wedding planner? She couldn't believe her ears. What need did she have for a wedding planner when she had no desire to get married in the first place?"Dad," Eleanor groaned, turning to her father with a mix of frustration and confusion. "What is all this?"But before her father could respond