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Shattered Peace

Author: Aremu Paul
last update publish date: 2026-05-03 23:32:13

“Where?" she demanded.

I turned to face her, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. She froze, quickly abandoning the wine glasses on the kitchen counter before rushing back to sit beside me.

"Where did you see him?" she pressed, her voice tight.

"Under the water," I whispered, the chill of the ocean returning to my bones.

She let out a dry, incredulous chuckle. "You've had something to drink tonight, haven't you? A little alcohol, a little panic... you're just worried and exhausted
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  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    "No Room For The Past"

    The gentle hum of the yacht’s engine vibrated beneath my feet, but it did nothing to settle the violent churning in my stomach. James stood mere feet away. The initial shock on his face mirrored my own, quickly hardening into something cold and unrecognisable. He closed the distance between us, his footsteps heavy against the polished teak deck.“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice a low, abrasive gravel.“Your friend called me,” I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly as I searched his eyes for a flicker of familiarity. “I assume she did the same to you.”He scoffed, a bitter, hollow sound. “She is cunning. Don't even let her name poison your mouth.”Miles away, the salty ocean breeze did nothing to cool the flush of rage creeping up Andrew’s neck. He stood on the pier, eyes narrowed as he watched the distant silhouette of the island yacht cutting through the waves. He pulled out his phone, his grip white-knuckled, and dialled his representative.“Yes, sir?”“The isla

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    "Lured By Tide”

    The house was suffocatingly quiet when I finally arrived home. Charles was already asleep, but a single lamp burned in the study. My father was sitting in the leather armchair, waiting in the shadows. "Irene. Where have you been?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of suspicion. "I went to see a friend," I lied smoothly, avoiding his piercing gaze. "Really?" His brow arched in disbelief. "I am exhausted, Father," I snapped, rubbing my temples. "We will talk about this later." I hurried upstairs before he could press further. Andrew wasn't home, which offered a fleeting, desperate mercy. As I lay in the dark, my chest tightened with anxiety. Tomorrow was the weekend family gathering. Tomorrow, James will be coming to our home. At 9:00 AM the next morning, James was adjusting his tie when his phone buzzed. It was Kate, a close associate. "Kate, how are you doing?" James answered smoothly. "I was told you aren't returning to Kentucky. You want to stay in Los Angeles and supervise

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    "What the Shadow Kept”

    James strode into the glittering glass lobby of Royal Holdings with lethal confidence. Directed to the executive boardroom, he took his seat at the sprawling mahogany table. Andrew sat at the head, flanked by his father, Richard, and the rest of the board. The air in the room was suffocatingly tense. "Since everyone is finally here," Andrew began, a smug, predatory smile playing on his lips, "let's discuss the real business. My proposal is simple: we buy them completely out of this project." "No. We will do no such thing," James countered, his voice smooth but unyielding. "There is a legal, ethical route to take. You might think people are just assets to be bought and sold, Andrew, but they are human beings. We will treat them with respect." A muscle feathered in Andrew's jaw. It had been years since anyone dared defy him in his own boardroom. The insult burned behind his eyes, his annoyance palpable. Sensing the explosive tension, James calmly stood and buttoned his tailored suit

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    " The Price of Silence”

    The docks were entirely deserted, wrapped in a suffocating, heavy quiet. I stepped onto the weathered wood of the small boat…our old boat. The memories hit me like a physical blow: the gentle sway of the hull, the cold night air, the way the moonlight had caught the ring the night he proposed. Hot tears spilt over my eyelashes, burning my cold cheeks. I crawled into the cramped cabin, lying in the dark, letting the ghosts of our past wash over me. Miles away, James was drowning his own ghosts. He had spent the evening at a dim bar, obsessively dissecting the party he had just witnessed. He was still hopelessly in love with me, driven mad by the sight of my life. She is living a happy marriage, he had muttered to himself over a glass of scotch, and I am just working my fingers to the bone, trying to stand on my own two feet. Drunk and overwhelmed, he had dismissed his driver and wandered off into the night, his feet unknowingly carrying him to the same spot. Heavy footsteps suddenly

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    "Dancing with the Devil I Knew"

    My breath hitched. If I was surprised, Andrew looked downright blindsided. My pulse drummed a frantic, terrifying rhythm against my ribs as I waited for the stranger…no, not a stranger, James..to speak."I know your wife," James repeated, his smooth voice plunging the knife of suspense deeper. A beat of suffocating silence passed before he smoothly corrected course. "I'm a fan... a fan of her paintings, I mean.""Ah, yes. Irene of Royal Holdings, she goes by now," Andrew replied, a tremor of anxious tension bleeding into his normally composed tone."Right," James murmured, his gaze flicking to me with an unreadable intensity. "It’s your seventh anniversary party tonight, isn't it?"Before anyone could answer, a waiter materialised beside us, shattering the thick tension. "Sir, would you care for a drink?"Suddenly, a man I recognised as James's representative stepped in. He pressed a glass into James's hand, a barely concealed warning muttered under his breath. "Take this. You need to

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    “A Dangerous Acquaintance”

    Andrew stormed back to the corporate headquarters of Royal Holdings, his blood boiling. He threw open the heavy double doors of his private office, only to stop dead in his tracks. Sitting comfortably in his leather executive chair was his father. Andrew closed the door behind him with a sharp, echoing snap. "Are you even remotely aware of what you are doing, Andrew?" his father asked, his deep voice dripping with disappointment and quiet authority. Andrew scoffed, walking over to the bar to pour himself a drink. "The same thing I always do, Father. Bringing unpredictable people into line. It's not like I have anything better to do with my time." He threw himself onto the leather sofa across from the desk. His father let out a low, cynical chuckle. "Be very careful, son. Otherwise, I’m going to start thinking that you consider me one of those unpredictable people you need to tame." "I can't force you to do anything, Father," Andrew replied coldly, swirling the amber liquid in his

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    An Encounter

    His words hit me harder than any shove. For a moment I thought no, I knew he was talking to me. My mind scrambled for a plan. Should I scream, should I stay quiet? My breath snagged, my throat too tight to decide. I moved backward without meaning to, instinct pulling me away from them, away from

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    A Way Out

    I know I couldn’t ask father for much anymore. Not with the way things were. His company was bleeding out, slipping further toward bankruptcy with each day and even though he tried to hide it, but as the eldest and the only one my mom was persuading to push for Andrew’s hands. I’ve seen the weig

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    A Daughter For Sale

    Father’s eyes flickered with irritation the moment Andrew spoke. His voice was calm, but it carried the arrogance of a man who thought power was his birthright. “I’m not your lifeline,” Andrew said, his smile curving like something wicked. “I’m your future. Without me, you don’t just fall, you van

  • Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire    Desperate Measure

    The sharp knock on my bedroom door came like a bullet to my chest. Before I could respond, the door swung open and my mother stepped in, her perfume sweeping through the air like an announcement of war. “Irene, I swear to God, I will not see your face if you are not downstairs within five minutes.

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