All Chapters of Forced Marriage With Heartless CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mrs. Crighton stood abruptly, turning away like she couldn't stomach the sight of him.Dane felt his heart lurch. Did his mother despise what he'd become to this extent?The blood on his hands, the revenge he'd carved from his enemies' flesh? He felt no shame for any of it. Given the chance, he'd paint the same path of destruction again.Staring at her rigid shoulders, he threw down his final card."I won't come crawling back here anymore. This is it." His voice went quiet, deadly calm. "Walk up those stairs, and you'll never see me again. This is your last chance to have a son."Mrs. Creighton spun around so fast it caught him off guard with something fierce blazing in her eyes.For a heartbeat, hope flickered in Dane’s chest. Maybe his mom still cared, maybe there was something left to salvage.Then her hands shot out before gripping his face hard enough to bruise."You monster!" The words came out broken and tears cut down tracks down her cheeks. "You're not my son anymore!"But ev

Leaning closer, Dr. Stark lowered her voice to barely above a whisper. "Dane Creighton. A successful businessman on the surface, son of the most dangerous Minister. Yet underneath that polished exterior lies something monstrous." Her voice carried the weight of experiences that bound them together in unwanted sisterhood."I knew nothing about that sadistic bastard except his reputation for ruthlessness in business dealings," the doctor continued, bitterness seeping through her professional composure. "The rumors about his cruelty, his complete lack of empathy... I thought they were exaggerations, corporate gossip meant to intimidate competitors."She paused, her breathing becoming shallow as she forced herself to continue. "I was just another victim from one terrible night... instantly forgotten by him while he carved himself permanently into my memory like a horror movie on repeat.”Her voice shook with rage and anguish. "I couldn't believe he stood right in front of me earlier, comp

Days blurred together in a haze of wedding preparations, and suddenly Scarlett found herself standing before the mirror on what should have been the happiest day of her life.The ivory silk gown cascaded around her, with hand-sewn pearls and delicate lace.Every detail was perfection. From the sweetheart neckline that framed her collarbones to the cathedral train that pooled elegantly behind her.She should have felt beautiful. She should have felt joy. Instead, a hollow ache settled in her chest as she stared at her reflection. The woman looking back at her appeared radiant, glowing with bridal beauty, yet Scarlett felt like she was drowning beneath the surface of this fairy tale facade.Lincoln had to be her lifeline. He had to pull her from the suffocating terror that had consumed her for months.She needed him to remind her what it meant to breathe freely, to live without fear shadowing every moment.As she adjusted the cathedral-length veil, securing the vintage comb that had bel

~Meanwhile~Dane prowled through his suite like a caged predator, every muscle coiled with barely contained violence.The storm in his mind refused to settle as rage and obsession fed off each other in an endless cycle.The previous attack had triggered his mother's protective instincts. Despite his cold assurances that the incident was amateur theater, she'd insisted he remain at the mansion.Her stubborn concern had trapped him at the worst possible moment.While he sat imprisoned here, playing dutiful son, Scarlett was walking down the aisle to another man.The thought sent fury coursing through his veins.Days of meticulous planning lay in ruins. He'd orchestrated the perfect disruption. All worthless now.This wasn't over.He’d pictured storming the garden venue and sending guests scattering like startled birds.Her pristine white dress catching fire, making the perfect wedding dissolve into beautiful chaos.The image of Scarlett's terror-stricken face as her fairy tale crumbled

Scarlett bit her lip, trying to control her erratic breathing, stolen away by Lincoln in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling while he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his ragged breaths warming her skin.A soft smile curved her lips. She raised her hand, threading her fingers through Lincoln's hair, then pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. She felt his arm guide her body lower until her head rested on his chest and his arms wrapped around her securely. Scarlett nestled her face into his neck, smiling even more broadly as her fingertips traced idle patterns on the broad expanse of his chest.Lincoln's breathing was still labored from their earlier passionate reunion, yet little by little, aided by her soothing caresses, his chest settled into an even rhythm again. Scarlett felt his fingers combing through her hair, separating the short strands with infinite gentleness before his lips dusted kisses along the tousled tresses. Her face stretched