All Chapters of Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Bride: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

They all drove down to the crime scene after leaving the police station with the detective. Aaron felt anxious as the car sped ahead. His mind was racing with awful possibilities about what might have happened to Marie, and he was unable to remain motionless. His heart sank when they arrived. When he got out of the car, he saw a bleak scene with police cars all around and lights flashing in the darkness. Dispersed throughout the area, officers were taking notes and conversing with each other in sombre, low voices. Because of the encroaching trees and the encroaching dusk, the area was poorly lit. The boundaries of a nightmare were marked by yellow police tape that fluttered slightly in the wind. Aaron’s eyes were searching and frantically scanning everything. What he was looking for was unknown to him. Perhaps a clue that this wasn't real. That nothing was taking place. Then he noticed the vehicle Marie had left behind. Despite the throng surrounding it, it stood motionless and str

Aaron was losing control. Like an animal in a cage, he paced the spacious living room, his fingers tangled in his hair and his breathing ragged and short. He had the impression that every wall was closing in on him. His mind was a cacophony, he was unable to be quiet, and his chest was constricted.“Where is she?” He whispered barely audible under his breath. “Where on earth is she?” Susann moved slowly toward him as though any sudden movement might cause him to explode. She had a pale, drawn face with worry written all over it.Then she whispered, “Aaron. . . Calm down, please. . .”He did not listen to her. He was too engulfed in the chaos of helplessness and panic to remain motionless for more than a second. Susann took a step forward and touched his arm tenderly. “The detectives are at work. They will track her down. Indeed, they will.”His voice cracked as he withdrew. “You're unaware of that.”In a firm, low voice, she insisted, “I believe it. This is what they are trained fo

Back in Richard's house, the silence hung thick in the air. The walls, once comforting, now felt like they were pressing in on him. He was pacing again, wearing down the rug beneath his feet. His mind was racing, dragging him back into a place he hadn't visited in a long time, a place filled with darkness, regret, and a pain he had tried for years to bury.He paused by the fireplace and pressed a hand to his chest. That feeling – that weight, that tightness, that ache it was back. It had been gone for so long he had almost forgotten it. But now, it returned with brutal force, the same feeling he had on the night he lost them. His wife. His son.The memories flooded him without mercy. He remembered exactly where he had been when the call came. In this very room. He had just poured himself a drink, finally allowing himself a moment of rest after a long day. The phone rang – a sharp, slicing sound that shattered the stillness. He answered with mild irritation, expecting it to be somethi

The sound of glass shattering echoed through the room, sharp and unforgiving. The water splashed across the floor, its clear liquid mingling with the spreading pool of blood that was quickly growing under Richard's feet.The impact of the glass breaking, hit him like a physical blow, forcing his mind to snap back into reality, but his body was Slow to respond. He could only stand there, frozen in place, his legs shaking beneath him, watching the scene unfold like it was a nightmare he couldn't wake from.The man across the room, the one who had been sitting so calmly just moments ago, was now standing. His movements were deliberate and slow, as though there was no rush. He was no longer the passive stranger that Richard had tried to engage with. Now, he was a predator, and Richard was the prey.In the man's hand, a sleek black pistol glinted in the dim light. The silencer at the end of the barrel made the weapon look almost elegant, but Richard knew it was nothing but a gun. The gun w

Aaron was a ghost of the man he once was. His face, usually calm and composed, had sunken beneath days of sleeplessness and anguish. His eyes, rimmed red from countless tears and alcohol, stared blankly ahead as he sat on the cold wooden floor of his bedroom.For two whole days, he hadn't set foot outside. The offices of the company he built from the ground up remained unattended, his phone left to buzz endlessly on his nightstand.He hadn't taken the debate, hadn't answered the board's calls, and hadn’t done anything at all except drink, cry, and sink further into the weight of Marie's disappearance. The silence she left behind was deafening, each hour without her growing more unbearable than the last.On the floor next to him lay an empty bottle of whiskey, and between his legs was another - still half full. He clutched it like a lifeline, taking a long, bitter gulp. The liquid burned its way down his throat, but he didn't flinch.His thoughts spiralledWhere was she? What were they