บททั้งหมดของ Forced Marriage To The Billionaire: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

“You look beautiful," my husband said from behind me as he zipped my dress, dropping a gentle kiss on my neck before turning me around to face him. I was a ball of nerves, thinking of who might be this person in my family that would want to kill me. I couldn't stop thinking that, what if it wasn't Emilia, who would it be?“Hey, calm down, don't get yourself worked up," he said and I nodded as I managed a smile,“Let's go," Antonio said as he took my hand and we both made our way out of the room.He opened the car door and I got in before he turned over to the other side and got in.“Are you ready?" He asked and I nodded, releasing a breath as he started the car and took my hand as he drove out of the mansion.The ride to my parent's house was filled with a comfortable silence.The tall gates of my parent's house pulled open as we drove in and Antonio stopped the car outside the house.As the gentleman he is he stepped out and walked around to my door to open the car door for me as he

I almost broke into sobs at the moment but I controlled myself as I quietly stood up from the bed and walked to the balcony.I turned to Antonio who was still sleeping before dialing the unknown number. It rang several times but there was no response.“Please, please," I whispered as I tried again and the person finally picked but didn't say anything.“Please don't hurt him, I'm begging you, please," I said as I rubbed my head while trying to push back tears.No response came and then the call ended. I was about to call again when a message popped up from the number, it was an address.‘Meet me at the old harbor house, South Cliff road. Come alone or he died,’ Why? Why did they have to involve him?‘Okay, I'm coming, please don't hurt him,’ I typed before I sent the message. I wiped my eyes as I tried to compose myself but as my eyes looked at the pictures of Rodrigo beaten and bruised I knew I didn't have time.The only friend that has been there for me is suffering, all because so

Adrian held up the jacket that was strapped with a bomb as he looked at me with a smirk.“You like my surprise don't you?" He said as he chuckled and then he started walking towards me but Rodrigo quickly stood up and stood in front of me.“Stay back!" He growled in anger, his voice hard and deadly despite the situation we were in.Adrian threw his head back and laughed, before he turned back to Rodrigo.“I guess you want to do it yourself," he said as he stretched out the jacket to Rodrigo. “Take," "You're fucking crazy,” Rodrigo spat as he stretched out his hands shielding me. “I'm not going to repeat myself, take the fucking jacket and wear it on her," he said, his voice cold sending a shiver down my spine."That. Is. Not. Going. To. Happen.” Rodrigo said. The room was thick with tension, one that could be sliced through with a blade. “You really don't want to test my patience, you either wear it on her or you…” "You're going to have to kill me first before that would happen, b

I blindly stretched my hand to the side of the bed where my wife sleeps to draw her close to me but instead of her warm body, I felt nothing. I opened one eye as I slowly sat up in bed. Her side felt cold like she had been up for a while.“Babe," I called, my voice thick with sleep, as I rubbed my eyes. I threw my legs over the bed as I climbed down making my way to the bathroom.“Honey, are you in there?" I asked as I pushed the door open and walked into the bathroom. I looked around the large expanse of the bathroom but there wasn't any sign of my wife.Strange.I walked out of the bathroom and walked to the balcony where she usually stands to relax sometimes but she still wasn't there. I felt panic begin to build in my chest and I quickly rushed to the bedside table to get my phone so I could call her. Just as I picked my phone, I noticed a note with my wife's handwriting.I felt my heart begin to beat so loud I could hear it in my ears. There was an address and a word that sent a

It's been two days—two days without my wife and I didn't want to believe what they told me, I didn't want to believe that my wife could be dead.I felt hollow, lifeless—like a man whose soul has been ripped out of him. She couldn't be gone. I didn't want to accept that I'll never see her face again.But the words of the officers kept ringing in my head and it was horrifying to think she might have died in the explosion. But there was no corpse. She was alive somewhere out there, maybe she was even scared and alone. I don't know.I rubbed my face with a sigh. This is all my fault, if I had been awake like a caring husband should, I would have noticed when she left, but instead I was sleeping while my wife would have been out there fighting for her life. The police were still looking for the person who might have sent that message to my wife. They were able to get a hold of her phone and she had left because her best friend's life was in danger. I don't know if I should be jealous that