บททั้งหมดของ Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Bride: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Marie's bed was surrounded by a cosy, reassuring circle of light from the bedside lamp. Aaron sat next to her, his eyes unblinking despite his body being exhausted from days of constant worry. For hours, he had just sat there holding her hand and listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing. The deep silence of the predawn hours pervaded the mansion. Normally, this silence would have been peaceful, but now it was tinged with the lingering weight of grief. But Aaron's thoughts were not completely calm. Even as he kept watch over Marie, he couldn't help but wonder about his father-in-law's passing, Howard's eerie presence and the justice that seemed so far away. His thigh was suddenly vibrated by the soft hum of his phone. He recoiled in surprise at the sudden noise in the silent room. His movements were silent and quick as he reached for it, his eyes darting to make sure Marie hadn't stirred. Investigator Miller was the one. Aaron felt a sharp jolt in his heart. He had a gut feelin

The Sanchez estate was unusually quiet that morning. Even the housekeepers seemed to move with extra caution, sensing a tension in the air that no one dared to name. Aaron walked up the marble staircase slowly, his steps measured, his expression unreadable.In his chest, his heart thudded—not from rage, but from the pressure of keeping it all contained.His father was in the study.Of course.That same place where so many secrets had been whispered behind closed doors, where Howard had spun webs that no one had dared question. The heavy oak door was slightly ajar, and Aaron knocked once before pushing it open.Howard was seated behind the large mahogany desk, dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark trousers, as though he had a board meeting lined up. He looked up over the rim of his reading glasses, his face smooth and composed.“Aaron,” he said, nodding. “You’re up early.”“I’ve been up all night,” Aaron replied, walking in and closing the door behind him. “Went down to the station.”

Aaron sat alone in his study, the early morning light spilling through the tall windows, painting streaks of gold across the wooden floor. His coffee sat untouched on the desk. In front of him, his laptop hummed quietly—its screen littered with open tabs, documents, and a dozen dead ends.For hours, he’d been combing through the digital records of Sanchez Group accounts, personal logs, and anything remotely tied to Howard’s operations. But the deeper he looked, the clearer it became:Most of the trail was gone.The Dubai transfer paths? Erased. Offshore shell account histories? Scrubbed clean. Old emails from Howard’s secondary accounts? Missing entirely.Aaron leaned back, frustrated but not defeated. He knew what this meant.His father had anticipated this. The moment Aaron left the study after confronting him, Howard had moved swiftly. Cleaned up. Covered his tracks. And he did it well—too well for a man who didn’t have something to hide.But Aaron had started his search days ago.

The policeman's icy statement, which shattered the last remaining peace in the Sanchez mansion, lingered in the air. Your father was killed by Howard. Howard stopped abruptly at the top of the staircase where he had been going down. His face was twisted where it had been a mask of mild surprise moments before. Howard? Was he the murderer? She was shocked by what she was hearing, but the horrible reality was validated by the police officer's sombre expressions and Howard's abrupt silence. The police officers were quick and decisive, and they approached Howard without waiting for a response. They moved with purpose as they ascended the stairs, their hands already reaching for their handcuffs. Howard did not attempt to resist when he saw them coming. He merely stood there, his eyes glinting strangely, almost defiantly as though he had foreseen even welcomed, this moment. Howard let out a shivering guttural laugh as the officers were about to approach him. Everyone felt a chill as th

A day later Marie was released from the hospital despite all the odds. Given her innate strength and Aaron's prompt action in donating blood her recovery had been nothing short of miraculous. Her body was still weak from the early birth and the severe blood loss but she was still alive. She was also not by herself. Her tiny baby boy was cradled in her arms and wrapped in a soft white blanket. He was a fragile new life, a ray of hope born amid overwhelming tragedy. A few maids and other domestic workers gathered as the ambulance arrived at the Sanchez mansions' grand entrance, their faces lighting up with a twinge of relief and cautious excitement. Susann was present and as she saw Marie and the infant safe, tears of happiness and appreciation filled her eyes. Aaron reached for Marie's hand as soon as he opened the ambulance door. His gentle encouraging touch assisted her. White-faced but steady Marie stepped onto the gravel driveway. She felt as though the morning's cool air was en