All Chapters of Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Bride: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The car ride to the Sanchez estate was silent. Aaron sat rigid in the front passenger seat, his hands clasped tightly together in his lap, eyes focused on the winding road ahead. It was a road he'd travelled countless times, yet today it felt unfamiliar-hostile, even.Detectives Clara Monroe and Raymond Jensen sat behind him. They exchanged quiet glances but said nothing. The tension was thick enough to cut through.As they approached the towering black iron gates, Aaron gave a small wave to the guard stationed at the front post. The man nodded and pressed a button. The gates creaked open slowly, revealing the long, cobbled driveway that led to the mansion.They parked in front of the house. Clara turned to Aaron before getting out."Are you sure about this?""Have to be," Aaron said. His voice was tired, but firm. "He needs to answer some questions." They trooped out of the car. The three of them, the door was already open as they climbed the steps. A uniformed staff member stood si

Aaron grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the mansion without a word. His steps were fast, uneven, and full of heat. He barely felt the weight of the doors slamming shut behind him. Rage and urgency pumped through his veins as he crossed the driveway and got into his car. His jaw was tight, teeth clenched, the tension etched into every muscle of his face.As soon as he turned the ignition, he sped out of the estate, tires screeching against the pavement. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white. There was no time to think. His thoughts were consumed by the realization that had struck him earlier … Kara.He pulled up sharply outside the hotel, barely stopping the car before jumping out. His feet hit the ground hard, and he stormed toward the entrance, heart thundering. The lobby was quiet, too quiet. The receptionist looked up but said nothing, his face clearly not one to question a man who looked ready to explode.Aaron walked quickly down the hallway, eyes sca

The moment the word "Freeze!" thundered through the building, Kara dropped the gun.It hit the floor with a metallic thud, and she raised both hands slowly, trembling. Her men-two of them hiding in the shadows of the back room, were already sprawled on the ground, surrounded by armed officers. The red and blue lights from outside flashed through broken windows like signals from another world, casting long shadows across the walls.Aaron didn't hesitate. The second the threat was contained, he ran straight toMarie.She was still tied to the chair, her head hung low, her cheeks stained with tears. Her eyes fluttered open when she heard his footsteps. Weakly, she tried to lift her head."Aaron?" she whispered, her voice raw and cracking."I’m here," he said. Falling to his knees beside her. "I'm here. Marie. I've got you."He gently cupped her face, brushing strands of damp hair away from her forehead. Her skin was cold to the touch, and her wrists-red and bruised from the restraints-ma

As a group of maids from the mansion arrived with a tray of food and a change of clothes for Marie, the sound of soft conversation filled the hospital room. With gratitude for the considerate gesture, Aaron grinned. He propped up pillows behind Marie's back and assisted her in sitting up in bed. “Let's get you fed and changed”, he said gently as he spooned food into her mouth. With eyes still exhausted from the experience, Marie smiled feebly. “Thank you”, she said in a high-pitched voice. Aaron couldn't avoid thinking about what had happened as he fed her. He was relieved that Marie was safe and that those responsible for her injuries were in prison. Although he was aware that her recovery would take time, he was resolved to support her through every stage. Following their meal, Aaron assisted Marie in getting dressed comfortably. The soft, loose-fitting dress he helped her make winced a little. With worry on his face, Aaron inquired, “Does it hurt?” Marie shook her head. She

The hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet bedroom. Marie was curled up near the pillows, her head resting gently against Aaron’s chest as they lay beneath the soft gray sheets. It had been a long day, but for once, it wasn’t filled with panic or dread.They were just… talking. Laughing. Gisting like old friends.“I still can’t believe Officer Simmons tried to sneak donuts behind Jensen’s back during questioning,” Marie said, smiling into his shirt.Aaron chuckled. “He was literally holding them behind his back like a kid. Man’s pushing fifty and still hiding snacks like he’s in high school.”Marie giggled. “He offered me one after I finished my statement. I think he felt guilty.”Aaron looked down at her, a warm smile playing on his lips. “You made it out with your sense of humor intact. That’s impressive.”Marie shifted slightly to look up at him. “What else am I supposed to do? Sit around crying all day? No way. I’m alive. I’ve got a second chance. I’m not wasting it.”Aaron w