All Chapters of Forced Marriage With Heartless CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Flora’s hands were trembling so badly she could barely turn on the faucet when she returned to the restroom.She splashed cold water on her face, her reflection in the mirror pale and wide-eyed.Her heart was still racing, and she pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady her breathing.The man who had dragged her into that room was terrifying. Yet, there was something strange about him—something almost… noble.He had let her go, after all. Why? She couldn’t understand it.“Flora! Where have you been?” Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her brother’s voice filled with worry.She turned to see him standing just outside the restroom with their mother close behind. Both of them looked anxious, their faces tight with concern.“I was about to come in there after you!” Jean continued in a tone sharp yet laced with relief.“I’m sorry,” Flora said quickly, forcing a weak smile. “My stomach was upset, and I felt dizzy. That’s why I took so long.”Jean frowned, scanning her pale

Terror propelled Flora to her feet. Her body swayed like a reed in the wind as she attempted to flee. Unfortunately, her escape lasted mere seconds before Dane's fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her back with savage force.His features transformed into a mask of unbridled fury."Please, I'm begging you." Chris's voice cracked with desperation. "She's just a child, innocent of all this. Take my life instead. She doesn’t know anything of the person you want."Tears streamed down Chris's face as he collapsed to his knees.Dane's penetrating gaze shifted between the trembling girl and his former right-hand man with his expression unreadable.The girl's presence stirred something deep within Dane - a recognition of the pure innocence he'd once known in another.His dead love interest had taught him to recognize the difference between genuine innocence and calculated deception. Yet this knowledge did nothing to stay his hand as he tightened his grip on Flora’s hair, drawing a sharp cry

The mansion buzzed with activity as Scarlett reunited with her mother, brother, and Lincoln.It’d been announced she was alive, and their home welcomed the flood of visitors celebrating her safety."Look at them all," Scarlett murmured, watching the crowd through the window. "These are the same people who called me terrible names at my funeral."Yesterday she was a prostitute. Today she’s the respected doctor and governor's daughter.Scarlett shook her head. "How fickle they are."As evening approached, Lincoln appeared at her door and his eyes held a determination she recognized: he wouldn't leave her side tonight."May I come in?" he asked softly."Of course." She stepped aside, her heart racing as he entered her luxurious suite."I'm so sorry, my love," he whispered as he closed the door behind them. "I can't imagine what you endured while I was gone.""Lincoln, you don't need to—"Scarlett trailed off when he firmly wrapped his arms around her from behind, as if she might vanish a

~The next morning~Scarlett sat on the balcony swing after a sleepless night, the morning sun casting a golden glow on her messy hair.The sky stretched wide and bright blue above her, so different from the dark clouds weighing down her heart.Under normal circumstances, this might have been a peaceful scene.A gentle knock at the door caught Scarlett's attention.Michael walked in, looking at his sister with curiosity before his eyebrows raised in mild concern."Did you get any sleep last night?" Michael asked gently as he approached the porch swing.Scarlett turned her haunted eyes heavy with disappointment toward him. "Don't worry about me, Michael. I'm managing," she said softly.Michael sat down beside her on the swing, sharing the weight of their troubles as they swayed slowly back and forth."I took care of everything yesterday. There's a skilled female doctor who agreed to do the procedure this morning at nine. She's completely discreet—no one will know. Once it's done and we'r

Scarlett's mind raced with desperate prayers… praying for Michael to come back, for someone, anyone, to walk through that door and end this nightmare.She'd take a janitor, a nurse, hell, even hospital security at this point. Anyone who could save her from this monster's grip.Dane pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand like she weighed nothing, while his other hand clamped down on her chin with bruising force.His fingers dug into her skin as he yanked her face up, forcing her to look directly into his cold, pitiless eyes.Whatever sick obsession he had with her had gotten worse, more twisted and more dangerous.The way he looked at her now was different from before, hungrier somehow, like he'd been starving for this moment."Look at me!" Dane's voice was a low, dangerous growl. "What's the point of getting all stitched back up if you're still going to be thinking about me every second?"His grip tightened on her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You think some fancy