All Chapters of Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Bride: Chapter 221 - Chapter 226

The start of a new day and a new era for Marie and Sanchez Holdings came with the boardroom coup. With an almost terrifying efficiency, her power—once a quiet undercurrent—was now a roaring tide that was sweeping away the previous order. It was evident that Marie had changed. The exhausted, tearful woman who had shared her traumas over a sundae had disappeared. She was replaced by a woman sculpted from steel and ice, a figure of great unwavering determination. She purged the mansion’s employees in a broad and decisive manner as her first action as the undisputed leader of Sanchez Holdings. The procedure was methodical and carried out with the icy accuracy of a military mission. All employees were relieved of their responsibilities, including the seasoned chefs, the hardworking gardeners, the discreet maids and the constant security detail, with the exception of a brand-new, extremely specialized unit that Marie personally chose and screened. Within her newly asserted territory, Ma

Two Months, sixty days. A ceaseless haze of strategic acquisitions, board meetings and the calculating, cold calculations of power. Marie was firmly established as Sanchez Holding's unchallenged matriarch during that period. She had brought on new employees, a small group of carefully screened, completely discrete professionals who moved through the mansion like silent shadows to maintain its immaculate order without disturbing its deep silence. She had taken control of every last business asset and intricate detail of Howard's empire. She had supreme authority. She was a powerful force that demanded unquestioning obedience and was feared. Nobody asked her any questions. Nobody was brave enough. She possessed everything a woman could ask for: unfathomable riches, unchallenged authority and an unquantifiably secure future. However, Aaron was not with her. Her chest ached hollowly every night as the great silent mansion fell into its suffocating silence. She did miss him. She had

The house was quiet.Victor had fallen asleep early after a long day of chasing butterflies in the garden, and Aaron was downstairs cleaning up their dinner dishes—his new nightly ritual, complete with loud jazz humming from the speaker and the occasional clatter of dropped cutlery.But Marie sat upstairs in the study, bathed in the soft golden light of the reading lamp.For months, she had ignored the journal on her desk. Leather-bound. Unwritten. Untouched.Until now.Tonight, she opened it.Not because someone asked her to.Not because the media hounded her for an interview or because the legal teams needed a written statement for posterity.She opened it because she needed to remember, not to stay in the pain, but to honour it. To mark the distance she had travelled. To give her survival a shape, a voice.She uncapped the pen slowly, almost ceremonially.And then she wrote: This story began not with love, but with silence. The silence of a family hiding truths. The silence of a