All Chapters of Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Aaron paced his office like a caged animal after Kara had left. There was a storm raging inside of him, but the only sound in the room was the soft click of his shoes against the marble. His knuckles turned white as his hands curled into fists at his sides, and his jaw grew tighter with each step. How dare she appear now? He glanced at the door she had entered a few minutes before as though he was half-expecting her to jump back in and claim it was all a cruel joke. But the door stayed closed, and her faintly familiar scent of jasmine still permeated the air like a recalcitrant ghost. Aaron pounded his fist against the edge of his desk. His chest was burned, and the piercing pain that went through his arm was insignificant. “Damn it!” he snarled his voice rasping from the intensity of his feelings. Her face was still visible. Her voice could still be heard as if she hadn't disappeared like smoke, as if she hadn't broken him and left him to pick up the pieces without even saying good

Kara slammed the door behind her with enough force to shake the crystal light fixture as she strode into her opulent suite on the top floor of the Grand Sterling Hotel. As she strode toward the bed, her heels clicked angrily against the marble floor. She threw her expensive handbag onto the duvet as if it had personally offended her by yanking it off her shoulder. She was furious. Her chest heaving, she hissed through gritted teeth, “Unbelievable!” as she paced and turned like a predator trapped in velvet. “He has no right to talk to me in that manner.”That apathy was more painful than a physical assault. Her coat was torn off and thrown over the back of the armchair as she growled, “Who the hell does he think he is? He talks to me like I'm just a random stranger after everything I gave him and after everything we were?”Her fists were clenched. She was grounded in the anger that burned like a wildfire inside her chest as her manicured nails bit into her palms. Outside the window,

Kara could remember their similar encounter…He had angrily said, “You don't know me anymore. It’s been a while since we last spoke. Obedient, blind and forgiving is the version of me you desire. However, that man is no longer there.”Kara's mouth clenched. “He's still here. You're merely shoving him aside because you believe that to be strength.” He firmly stated, “I believe in its survival.” She moved closer and shook her head. “Look me in the eye and tell me that you no longer feel anything. Tell me that none of those years were significant.” Aaron’s long, painful silence was purposeful. Finally, he said in a low voice, “I loved you. God is aware that I did. However, love shouldn't always feel like war.”She sneered. “So what? You would prefer to live in harmony with someone who is boring to you and will never challenge you?” “I'd rather live in peace. Full stop,” he interrupted her. “Kara, you don't comfort me. You make me feel exhausted.”It was a slap in the face. Pain flash

For a long, fragile moment, Marie was limited to staring. A sly smile played at Kara's lips like a mask she wore too easily, and she stood with perfect posture.“I am Kara Thompson.” She had uttered Aaron’s girlfriend, and the words reverberated through the still morning like a slow clap. Marie remained silent. Despite her racing thoughts, nothing could be seen on her face. She had a reminder. Aaron had once brought up the name Kara. He had declared it a closed chapter. A woman from a past existence. Long gone, erratic and beautiful. This lady? This lady was meant to be history. “I understand,” Marie said coolly at last. “The name Aaron mentioned sounded more made-up than real. But now look at you.”Kara smiled broadly, happy to be recognised. “Does he talk about me? I knew I made an impression.”“Something was left behind”, Marie said. “However, I'm not sure if 'impression ' is the right word.”Kara took a tiny step forward, her eyes focused. “Sweetheart, don't flatter yourself. I

Kara's face glowed like a chandelier. Howard. The mansion's head. The man whose voice demanded silence, not just rooms. Honor. Deference. When he stood there, the morning light brushed against the edge of his fitted body as if it too dared not approach. The air itself seemed to pause around him. Kara's whole manner changed as she stepped away from the guards, resembling an abused child finding her saviour. “Oh, Howard”, she gasped suddenly, soft and girlish. “I'm glad you're here. They intended to drag me out like a criminal.”Marie’s mouth dropped open in shock as her eyes grew wide. Kara was still capable of manipulating reality like a thread. “She's lying,” Susann hurriedly declared as she moved forward. “She insulted Marie, insulted me, made a scene and came here without permission—” Kara's voice cracked just enough to add effect as she cut in, “I was defending myself. I only came to talk to Aaron, and all of a sudden, I feel like an intruder surrounded by guards. Susann, on