All Chapters of Forced To Be The Billionaire’s Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

In his private study, Howard sat in the dim light surrounded by the strong smell of polished wood and aged whiskey. With the exception of his fingers tapping rhythmically against the mahogany desk, the silence was maintained.Howard liked the kind of quiet that was deliberately regulated and unbroken. A quiet in which secrets flourished.He grabbed his glass and swirled the amber liquid inside, observing the way the light reflected off the crystal. He then set the glass down steadily, grabbed his phone and dialed a number he had long since committed to memory. Almost immediately, the call was placed.From the other end came the low gravelly voice, “Sir.” Howard's face was unreadable as he reclined in his chair. “Inform me that you have something.” After a moment of silence, the man answered, “I do.... “Howard's eyes stayed cold, but his lips slightly curled. “Continue. . .”Before the man continued in a measured voice, there was a rustle of papers from the other end. “I was able to

The road ahead stretched like an endless ribbon of faded asphalt, and the drive to the country was quiet and long. As his thoughts swirled, Howard's fingers tightened slightly as he held onto the steering wheel.He found this remote tiny house tucked away behind a line of tall oak trees thanks to the GPS. That was the location. He blew out his breath and looked around the grounds. The wooden exterior of the modest house had been exposed for years.There was a single rocking chair on the porch, sitting still in the still air. Behind the curtains, one light flickered faintly from within. Howard took a while to look.He sat quietly, looking around, letting the engine hum beneath him. Why was Richard so abruptly gone? And why did it feel like this? OFF?As he considered his strategy, his fingers pounded on the steering wheel. He would not receive the answers he required by storming in. He needed to be astute about this. He got out of his car, looked around and walked to the front door. Th

It was a suffocating dream for Marie. Her bare feet started to sink into the muddy ground as she ran through a pitch-black forest. She was caught by strong invisible hands that dragged her back and into the abyss. She snapped out of it. She was surrounded by warm arms from behind before she could even regulate her breathing. Aaron pressed his chest against her back and whispered “Shh…” against her ear. “You are safe. I've got you.”Eventually, Marie's tense body relaxed as he pulled her closer, his strong arms enclosing her and shielding her from the aftereffects of her nightmare. She nestled her face into his bare chest as she turned in his arms, inhaling his reassuringly fresh masculine aroma.She mumbled her voice trembling, “It felt so real.” Her fingers lightly touched his skin as she held onto him even more. “It felt like my whole being was being consumed.” As Aaron gave her back soothing strokes, his breathing remained steady. He said in a steady, quiet voice, “It was only a

Strangely, the mansion was silent.Marie was reading a magazine in the living room when her thoughts drifted. When she woke up, the bed was empty because Aaron had left early for the office. She usually spends the morning curled up in his arms with soft sheets, but today was different. Lonely. With a sigh, she threw the magazine on the coffee table. There was nothing to do. Her bones began to grow restless. Although she could have gone for a walk, she didn't enjoy the idea of being by herself in the expansive estate. Rather, she got up and walked toward the main hall, her bare feet softly tapping the marble floor.As she passed the open archway leading to the grand foyer, she noticed movement. A couple of maids were busy cleaning the staircase railing and polishing the furniture. Marie came over to them with a smile. “Do you require any assistance?”The maids' eyes widened as they turned to her in shock. A short woman with graying hair gave a quick shake of her head. “Oh no, Mrs. Sa

Aaron, whose whole body was glowing with rage, barged into their bedroom. His shoulders were tense, his feet were heavy, and he raked a frustrated hand through his hair. Closing the door behind him, Marie followed in silence.Something raw flickered in his dark, intense eyes, making Marie’s stomach knot. After a moment of hesitation, Marie moved closer. “Aaron. . . .” With a sharp exhale, he turned to her. His jaw was tight, his dark eyes blazing with anger. “He was without right,” he snarled. “He has no damn right to treat you that way.” “Please, Aaron—” “I ought to have done more,” he interrupted, his tone full of annoyance. “The instant he raised his voice toward you, I ought to have intervened.”Marie tried to calm him before his rage overtook him by gently reminding him, “You did” in a softer tone.Aaron's laughter was sour. “Not enough.” He paced the room like a confined animal while shaking his head. “I wasn't expecting him to say it aloud, but I knew he would react this way