บททั้งหมดของ Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I can now become an actress. I'm excellent at acting—making everything seem fine, making my relationship with Yohan appear perfect. We had a quarrel after I spent the night at Franklyn's condo unit. I had already expected it because Yohan hates it when his ego is bruised. He doesn't love me, yet at the same time, he doesn't want to see me with someone else. He's angry with me for staying at Franklyn's condo? What business is it of his?! He didn’t even bother to message me that he wouldn’t be coming home that night, leaving me worried sick about him.Today marks the grand opening of the new Warren Empire Hotel, an event attended by numerous guests from the business world. The new model representing Warren Hotel will also be introduced, someone who will serve as the face of Warren Hotels and Casinos. I have no idea who this model is because I didn’t attend the meeting—my resentment toward Yohan kept me away at the time.I’ve been avoiding Yohan for days, refusing to talk to him even whe

"Are you sure this is Zion Warren's wife? We can't afford to make the same damn mistake again.""Yes, Boss! I double-checked the photo you gave me before grabbing her by the swing. I was lucky to spot her outside the hotel—I saw her coming out through the fire exit!"I jolted awake at the sound of their voices. What happened? Why does my head hurt? I tried to open my eyes, but darkness surrounded me. Why can't I see anything?"Oh no, Boss! It looks like Zion Warren's wife is waking up!"‘Wait... how do they know my husband?’ My heart pounded in my chest. Where am I?I tried to move my legs, but they wouldn’t budge. It felt like they were tied down, restricting any movement. My mouth, too, was sealed shut, a thick layer of tape preventing any attempt at speaking or screaming."Big Boss is on his way. Damn it, if this woman isn't Warren's wife, we're screwed—again!""Relax, Boss! I’m telling you, that’s Zion Warren’s wife. Her name is Cosette."A chill ran down my spine as one of them s

"H-How did you get here? Why does it seem like you weren’t shot? How did you manage to free yourself so quickly? And how did you come here alone?" I bombarded him with questions as he helped me stand.Yohan shot me a sharp look, annoyance flickering in his eyes."Seriously, Cosette? You're asking me that now when we only have a few minutes to escape? Can’t I just answer all of that later—when we’re already out of here?" he said irritably.I clamped my mouth shut, afraid that pressing him further would only make him angrier. I wasn’t trying to be difficult—I just wanted answers. But as always, his stubbornness got in the way."Hey, listen..."I looked up when Yohan gently lifted my chin, his expression softening."I’m not mad at you, okay? I’ll answer all your questions, but not now. We need to get out of here before Parker catches us," he said seriously.I swallowed hard and nodded. Yohan gave me a faint smile, his hand brushing against my cheek.Our moment was abruptly cut short when

Early in the morning, I was surprised. For my safety, I agreed with Yohan that I should have bodyguards. For now, I'll take a break, stay home, avoid going out, and refrain from working for a while."Is your stomach hurting? Is that why you left the event so suddenly, Setta?"I almost spit out the juice I was drinking when my sister, Geneva, asked that. She had visited me in my office at Warren Empire, saying she had good news to share. I'm happy for my sister because Dad finally agreed to let her continue her studies in fashion design. Geneva went through a lot of struggles before Dad finally gave in and allowed her to pursue her dream.I'm genuinely happy for her, especially since I can see that she truly loves her husband.Geneva was extremely worried about me, wondering why I had suddenly disappeared from our event at the new Warren Empire hotel. I still remember that night when I saw Geneva and Sylvie in the hall. I told them I was going to the restroom, but I never returned beca

"Señorito! ¡Nos alegramos de que esté aquí! [Sir, we are glad that you are finally here!]"I was pleasantly confused by the words of a man who approached Yohan and me as we disembarked from our private jet. I wasn’t sure how long our journey to Spain had taken, but I knew it was a quick flight, and we had arrived late at night. Several men approached us, accompanied by bodyguards stationed around the area. Our private jet had landed in an open field, not at an airport."Es bueno verte aquí, Vasco. [It’s good to see you here, Vasco,]" Yohan said to the man in front of us, smiling.Unable to contain my curiosity, I tugged at Yohan’s shirt, causing him to look at me with a raised eyebrow, as if asking what I needed."What are you guys talking about? I can’t understand anything, Yohan. Why don’t you speak English so I can join the conversation?" I asked him.He chuckled. "We were just greeting each other, Cosette," Yohan replied.Yohan wrapped an arm around me and turned back to the man h