All Chapters of Forced to Marry My Stepbrother: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kelly I woke up with the same heavy feeling as always—except this time, I didn’t feel satisfied with my sleep. Maybe it was because I felt like I was floating. Not the good kind of floating, like when I’m in Cal’s arms. We loved staying on the yacht, scuba diving—though I never swam much. The vast, beautiful ocean terrified me. The first time I went underwater was as a teenager, and Cal was the one who guided me, leading me through the coral reefs and the vibrant fish that lived there. Damn, I miss Cal. I reached for my phone beside me with my left hand, checking for any missed calls or messages from him. Nothing. Just like every other day. "Miss Kelly?" My private nurse stood by the bed, offering her hand. "Do you need help in the bathroom?" I nodded, letting her assist me. Even my skincare routine was harder now—Mom had to help me with it every night. After washing up and changing, my nurse guided me out, only for us to stop when Eino emerged from his room, shirtless. "Goo

**Hyacinth**Watching Cal endure the MRI and CT scans after his seizure shattered my heart into pieces. Kelly wept uncontrollably, her sobs echoing through the sterile hospital hallway, while Cal’s mother observed her from a distance, her expression unreadable. My chest ached with the weight of unshed tears, but I swallowed them back—I’ve always been good at holding myself together. But now, Cal’s condition is deteriorating. Short-term memory loss? He kept forgetting things—new faces, recent conversations, even the smallest details. I should confess to Cal’s parents—or Kelly’s—that this was my fault. Maybe then they’d stop blaming each other. I didn’t know the root cause of their tension, but their constant fighting was tearing Kelly apart. And deep down, I knew Cal would never want to forget her. There had to be a psychological reason behind his lapses, right? The thought of being forgotten by Raven one day sent a cold shiver down my spine. I glanced at Cal’s mother, my lips part

CalI woke up feeling disoriented, my thoughts tangled in a fog. The last thing I remembered was the screech of tires, the blinding headlights—a collision that should’ve landed me in a hospital. But this place was warm, cozy, the ceiling above me far too elegant for sterile white walls.Then I felt it—the weight of someone curled against me.I looked down.Kelly.Her dark hair spilled across my chest, her breathing slow and steady. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Why was she here?My head throbbed as I slowly sat up, wincing. She looked different—older, more beautiful. The girl I’d known as a teenager had softened into a woman, her features sharper yet somehow more delicate.Wait.We weren’t kids anymore. There’d been an accident. But right now, with her body pressed against mine, all I could think was—Is this my chance?A reckless impulse took over. Maybe it was the head injury, maybe it was years of wanting her, but before I could stop myself, I leaned down and kissed her.H

—Patricia— The Silver Gala was a spectacle of wealth and power—crystal chandeliers dripping light over marble floors, the air thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfumes and champagne. The elite moved in a slow, calculated dance, their laughter sharp as cut glass, their smiles never quite reaching their eyes. And among them, Hyacinth stood out like a rare gem in a sea of polished stones. No—not just a gem. Something far more precious. She was the kind of brilliance that made people want, that made them covet. And why wouldn’t they? With a net worth in the billions, an inheritance that could topple empires, she was more than just a woman—she was a prize. I stayed close, as always. My role was to observe, to protect in my own way. My gaze flickered to the right, where a man in a black suit stood motionless against the wall. Seth. His presence was a quiet reassurance—Hyacinth’s shadow, her shield. Then Eino approached, swift and purposeful, another man from his famil

–Hyacinth— I was certain she intended to become my husband’s mistress. Proposing in front of me? Bold. But I had seen Raven flinch multiple times. That woman—Minerva—sat across from him, her foot subtly grazing his ankle, then sliding higher, testing his restraint. Raven’s discomfort was palpable. His glare could have scorched her where she sat. When our orders arrived, I draped my hand possessively over his lap. He shifted under my touch, but I only leaned closer, crossing my legs to shield him from Minerva’s advances. Let her try. “If you want, you can visit the site with us,” Colton offered. “Are we hiking, or…?” I trailed off, waiting. “Fly. We’ll fly,” Dane cut in, grinning. “I’ll be your pilot.” Raven’s hand settled on my thigh, a silent claim. “Let me taste that,” he murmured, nodding toward my tuna. Without hesitation, I fed him a bite, rice and all. Colton groaned. “Oh, come on! I don’t want to be a third wheel here.” I smirked. “Minerva’s here. You don’t