All Chapters of The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The car halted in front of its destination, which befuddled Cyra because it was not that place which she assumed it to be. She saw two guards coming towards their car and then they opened the doors for them. Cyra stepped out of the car and found dozens of men around her. They all were armed. It made her recall that day when she found out about his true identity in that godown.Cyra saw all those men bowing in front of him, and even her. What was happening here? Why were they here instead of the airport?“All set, Mr Alvaro. We are ready for the departure,” Cyra heard one of the men stepping forward and informing him. Were they all working for him? “Let’s go,” his gravelly voice took her out of her thoughts. Cyra noticed that his serene demeanour had turned cold and rigid, especially because of the silent treatment they both were giving to each other since last night. She sighed and followed him, and her eyes widened, seeing that private jet in front of her. Were they going to fly in

“Aah ……” a soft hiss escaped from her mouth when she felt him nibbling on her sweet spot, which was just near her ear. She clutched his shoulder, making him stop.Slightly pulling his head back, he looked into her eyes, where he found that beautiful essence of serenity in her alluring eyes. The serenity of finding herself trapped in his arms, and he knew about this really very well.“Should I be more gentle with my wife?” He breathed out against her lips in his teasing tone, which made Cyra blush. She pushed him away from her and then got up.Cyra stepped down from the bed, but her feet paused when she felt him caging her from behind. A soft sigh of relief came out of her mouth because this hug made her comprehend how badly she was needing it.His beautiful and warm back hugs had started becoming her solace, and it was probably because this made her realise that she understood his warmth, his touch, his closeness, even when his face was not visible to her eyes.His essence was enough t

The beautiful light of the morning entered the room, illuminating its darkness, and this woke up Cyra from her beautifully peaceful sleep. She slowly opened her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat, seeing his alluringly serene face, who was sleeping beside her.Her heart jiggled in happiness whereas her cheeks automatically started turning pink because his face made her recall everything that had happened between them last night and for how long it had happened. Cyra had forgotten how many times he had made her lose herself last night, and it was, after the sun had risen up, they both fell asleep in each other's arms after tiring and teasing each other till their bones.After listening to her heart, Cyra was finally feeling the peace she had been dying to have, and about what her head knew, she was going to talk to him directly once this trip would end. She was done making conclusions because it had hurt her a lot, and now she needed peace and she knew she could only have it if she wo

Cyra was frozen till her core, by seeing that person in front of her….Ethan….the person, for whose safety and well-being, she had prayed for countless times, but at the same time, she had harmed him and his trust the most by falling for that man who had hurt him so brutally.She was selfish and pathetic, and those dozens of bruises and wounds’ marks on his face were screaming that thing at her loudly and really very clearly ... .that he had never deserved to get loved by a selfishly immoral person like her.“Cyra….” She heard Ethan taking her name in a desperately yearning tone, which made her comprehend how much he had missed to see her and how badly, and then she witnessed him stepping closer to her.Ethan wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, which made Cyra clench her fists because now this was what the definition of wrong had become for her. Getting touched by any other man, who he was not, was feeling utterly wrong and unacceptable, even though she was getting embr

“So how's everything going there, sweety?” Cyra heard her mother asking her. They both were talking to each other in a video call. Cyra passed her mother a smile. “It's turning better,” she answered her mother, widening her smile. “By the way, where is dad? Did you both have breakfast?” Cyra asked her mother, knowing it was still a bit early in the morning in their home country and her father might have not left for his work yet. Cyra saw her mother's smile dimming a bit as soon as she heard her question about her father. “Your dad is still sleeping,” her mother's reply stunned her a bit. Her father was an early riser. Most of the time, he woke up first in their house, so why was he still sleeping? “Why? Is everything alright?” Cyra questioned, knowing her father woke up late in the morning only when his health needed it. Cyra saw her mother exhaling a heavy breath, and this suddenly paced up the beating of her heart. She could feel something bad had happened. “Mum, what happe