Forced Marriage of An Arrogant Heir

Adelia arrived at the hotel staff's break room. With her breath roaring, Adelia tried to control herself and her still trembling body.“I have to buy contraceptive pills,” muttered Adelia as she changed into the change of clothes she had brought with her.After cleaning herself up, Adelia immediately ran out without filling in the finger attendance on the attendance machine next to the door.In a hurry, Adelia made a small run to the clinic not far from the hotel.“I can't get pregnant! I'm going to marry my future husband who has been set up by my father or I have to return the dowry,” Adelia muttered as she moved hurriedly.Arriving at the clinic, Adelia gritted her molars in disappointment because she still had to queue.“I'm going to be late for the wedding,” Adelia grumbled as she stood in line counting the number of people waiting in line.The clock hanging on the wall of the clinic was already seven o'clock....Afgan Al Futtaim, the sole heir of the Futtaim group-the largest r

The next day, the sun has risen with warm rays shining through the hotel room window. A tension was still in the air after last night's heated argument.Adelia opened her eyes with a heavy feeling in her chest. Her mind was filled with uncertainty, anxious about her future with Afgan. However, although her heart was filled with worry, she refused to sink into despair. With strong determination, she forced herself out of bed, even though her legs felt so heavy.Sitting on the edge of the bed, Adelia drew courage from within herself. She spoke to herself, “I have to be strong. I must move forward, even if those steps feel difficult. I must not let sadness stop my life. I must work, build my own future.”After taking a deep breath, she got up and stepped towards the bathroom. Warm water splashed over her body, trying to ease the burden of her thoughts. Under the shower, she let the water run over her head, trying to wash away all her worries and uncertainties.After the shower, Adelia dr

Afgan felt the weight of guilt choke him as soon as he smelled Adelia's scent, reflecting on his foolish actions the day before. His eyes were filled with regret, and his heart was haunted by the image of the woman he had taken his virginity from the day before his wedding. The man felt he had also been incompetent in this marriage. Afgan stepped back, releasing his grip on Adelia's hand and collapsing into a sitting position with his breathing ragged and ragged.  “Adelia,” Afgan called in a broken voice, trying to contain the anger that was about to boil over. Adelia turned her head, her eyes glazed over, radiating deep disappointment. “What do you want, Afgan?” she asked in a voice filled with emotion. Afgan swallowed, trying to find the right words. “I... I don't know where to start,” he said quietly. “If you want a divorce, then.

Afgan felt cornered because of the wound on his back. The man had experienced a great tragedy when he was still a child. He grew up in the midst of his busy parents who were rarely home. Despite being neglected by his father and mother who were too busy with their own world, Afgan found true comfort and affection from a loving middle-aged nanny. “Bik Minah,” Afgan murmured in a trembling voice, trying to mask the pain that hit him so deeply. He felt dew starting to collect in his eyes, signaling that even his frozen heart couldn't contain his emotions. Afgan drove the car faster. “I should have been the one who died in that incident!” Afgan screamed in a high tone and was still trying to contain his anger. The nanny was the only person who really cared about him, giving him the love and attention he needed. She replaced the role of his father and mother who were never there for him. 

Afgan stepped into the house with hurried steps, he pulled off his tie in one fell swoop as he passed the dining room before heading to the room on the second floor. Afgan stopped his steps when he saw Adelia swallowing noodles. Adelia froze and they stared at each other unintentionally. The long strands of noodles from the mouth to the noodle bowl made Afgan wince at the sight of them, the man raised the corners of his lips upwards with a dismissive look. “That food suits you. You're on that level,” Afgan said as he headed for the stairs, ignoring Adelia's response completely. Sluurppp! Adelia sucked down the noodles and soup by raising the bowl. The waiters were uncomfortable with Adelia's attitude and way of eating, but she didn't seem to care. In her heart, Adelia was actually devastated by Afgan's sarcastic words, but she chose to persevere.