All Chapters of Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Bride: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Aaron strode down the hall, his steps quick and heavy, and the anger in his veins resonating with every step. His fists were clenched at his sides, and he was only thinking about facing the person he held responsible for his life's collapse. The one who had ever genuinely cared for him was Marie, and no one had the right to meddle and poison her.After years of avoiding his father's room, which loomed ahead like a dark pit, Aaron was determined to face it head-on today. He was no longer a boy; he was now a man, and he had had enough of Howard’s shadow. Aaron stormed into the room without knocking and slammed the door. Aaron hardly noticed the dense, sharp smoke from Howard’s cigar, but it hit him like a wall. His father, who was smoking a cigar while lounging on the bed, appeared to be in perfect health as his eyes met his.When Howard's eyes met Aaron's, a cunning grin appeared on his lips. With an air of condescension, Howard said, “Aaron. I see that you have chosen to be here for

With the heat of long-suppressed resentment and unsaid rage, the room's air was oppressive. Between father and son, the smoke from Howard’s cigar continued to curl in the air like a serpent. Aaron remained steadfast, his fists shaking at his sides and his jaw clenched. Howard, who was across from him, was still stiff and enraged by Aaron’s final insult. Hours had passed while they were shouting, but it had only been minutes—minutes that shattered old wounds and spilt years of silence into the room like blood on the floor. “I gave you everything!” Howard yelled, causing the walls to tremble. “You owe me everything you own, including your name, money and place in this world. If you even consider the possibility that I won't take it all away from you, you're more stupid than I initially believed.”Aaron had anger burning in his eyes. “Don’t give up your name. Retain your wealth, influence and heritage. If being a Howard means this, I don't want anything to do with it.”“Oh, really. The

As Richard left the kitchen, the aroma of chamomile tea wafted from the cup he was holding tenderly. As steam rose, it vanished into the room's still air. Aside from the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant tick of the ancient clock that hung crookedly on the wall of the living room, the house was silent. He approached the couch with slow, methodical and almost hesitant steps. He sighed with exhaustion and lowered himself with the creak of old joints and memories as he always did. It was already on. Weather warnings, market fluctuations and political upheavals were all discussed by the evening news anchor with practised composure.Richard, however, wasn't paying attention. He no longer did it very often. His mind was wandering, drifting, but his eyes were on the screen. It had been a long moment. Too much time. Marie. His child. His little girl was once a part of him, full of mischief, laughter and endless dreams.She had always aimed high and dreamed of things bigger than t

Tyres rustling on gravel, the sleek black car eased into position as it slid down the narrow driveway. A menacing presence in the growing darkness, its tinted windows hardly reflected the faint light of the streetlamps.For an instant, everything was quiet save for the distant sound of the wind rustling the trees as the engine hummed to a soft stop. A man sat calmly inside the vehicle. As though he were simply waiting for a signal, his posture was relaxed, and his fingers were loosely gripping the steering wheel.His calculating and keen eyes scanned the house in front of him. Almost obscured by the dense undergrowth of the remote neighbourhood, the massive ancient building appeared to have stood the test of time. Richards’s residence. He had finally located it after numerous unsuccessful attempts and exhausting weeks of looking and observing. The spy's lips curled into a languid smile. He completed the task. He had located the house after following Aaron and Marie for days, observin

Richard felt a wave of emotions that were difficult to express when he felt Marie’s warm hand in his. His heart grew as he looked at her, filled with pride, thankfulness and a desire that had not faded with time. The young child who had previously held his hand in a different manner—his daughter—now stood in front of him as a woman in her own right. It was a heartbreaking and beautiful transformation. He was astounded by the grace with which she had matured, and each moment spent with her brought back memories of the years they had lost and those they still had to spend together.“Marie”, Richard said in an emotionally charged voice, “You’ve changed…transformed.”Gently, he squeezed her hand while maintaining eye contact with her face as though he was soaking up her beauty.With a gentle smile, Marie's eyes gleamed with a blend of modesty and pride. “You think that?”Richard's throat tightened as he nodded. “You are so much more than the woman I imagined you would be. You seem resili