Semua Bab Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Bride: Bab 121 - Bab 130

The quiet hum of the house surrounded Susann like an uninvited, faraway whisper as she sat still in the exquisite room she had been given in the mansion. Today, it felt oppressive to look at the walls covered in elaborate tapestries and paintings of long-dead ancestors.The picture was still not complete, but the puzzle pieces were starting to come together. It was an act of luck. Susann was also aware that everything could happen to her if she didn't take immediate action. She came to a halt before Howard's study door. That was it. The air in the mansion felt oppressively thicker than usual. It appeared as though the shadows were hanging in previously unvisited corners. Though her thoughts were far from the scene in front of her, she stopped by the window and gazed out at the expansive grounds.She couldn't get rid of the feeling that the food poisoning incident wasn't a coincidence. It was too exact, too flawless. Nobody could be so unfortunate. As the possibilities played out in

Susann slowly straightened up her body, tense as Howard’s last words replayed in her head. Before she could hide behind the shadows, something changed behind her, confirming that what she had just heard was dangerous—too dangerous to ignore. Colder than the air in the hallway, a shiver went down her spine. She made a sudden turn, but it was too late. She struck a wall of muscle—a firm, hard frame. Her eyes grew wide with surprise, and she found herself gasping for air.Two of Howard’s guards were in front of her, their massive bodies obstructing the hallway with an eerie presence. With the tension in the air thick enough to choke her, the silence seemed to grow. One of them grabbed her arm and pulled her forward before she could react. She faltered fighting the guards' strength, but to no avail.A second hand seized her other arm, and she was abruptly pulled in the direction of Howard's study door. Every step she took seemed to reverberate through the mansion's halls as her heart th

Marie and Richard sat across from one another in the quiet living room, the soft evening light filtering through the windows. Their silence was brimming with emotions and unsaid words. Aaron watched the tender moment between father and daughter from the doorway, his face unreadable.With emotion in his voice, he remarked, “Marie, you've come a long way.” As he held her hand, it shook a little. “The amount of time that has gone by is unbelievable. I wish I could have witnessed it all.”For the past few hours, Marie had been fighting back tears, but they still managed to escape. She sobbed softly and brokenly as the floodgates opened. The weight of the words made her voice waver as she whispered, “Dad, I'll miss you so much. This is not what I wanted to happen. I wish we were still together as we once were.”Richard felt a knot in his heart. His darling daughter resembled the woman he had lost so long ago. The pain and the eyes are the same. He couldn't stand to watch her suffer in thi

The burden of the day still hung over Aaron and Marie as the car pulled into the driveway of the mansion. The only sound that broke the hush that fell upon them was the gentle hum of the engine as Aaron shifted the vehicle into park.Exhausted from the emotional farewell and the long hours that followed, Marie unbuckled her seatbelt and sighed softly. For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the seat in an effort to find some rest. It had taken a toll on her, and Aaron could see it in her eyes and the fatigue in her posture.Susann, along with several maids, emerged at the front door to meet them as the car's doors opened. Although her smile was friendly and welcoming as usual, Aaron couldn't help but notice something strange about her attitude.The clarity and sharpness he had grown accustomed to seeing in her eyes were absent. Aaron could sense something wasn't right, even though she was trying to hide it as she stood there with her arms folded across her

In Susann's head, the years were a jumble of memories, some too painful to remember, some too raw to confront. When her eyes closed, Susann briefly found herself back in the old run-down house she had once called home rather than in her room in the mansion. Situated in a forgotten corner on the outskirts of town, the place was small and dilapidated, and the air was heavy with the stench of decay.She could still hear the sounds of her past, the cries of a young woman who had been abused and had had her spirit gradually crushed.Susann was a completely different person thirty years ago than she is today. She had been desperate, broke and impoverished. Her life had been turned into a nightmare by her husband, a man driven by anger and alcohol.The sting of his blows landing on her body, his irate outbursts and his drunken tirades were the same every night. The violence persisted despite her repeated vows to be a better wife and her entreaties for him to stop. The storm would recommence