All Chapters of Forced Marriage of An Arrogant Heir: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As they entered the party room, Melinda's eyes almost widened at the opulence of her surroundings. A room decorated with sparkling lights, piles of fragrant fresh flowers, and an orchestra playing classical music. This was her first time at a rich people's party. Seeing that the guests were dressed in designer dresses and suits, it was obvious that they were not random people, she could not hide her admiration. While Melinda looked around in amazement, Afgan left her for a moment to talk to his colleague. Melinda felt awkward in a crowd of people who looked so confident and elegant. She felt as if she was stranded in a whole new world. In her heart, Melinda muttered, “It's full of rich people, conglomerates! It's amazing!” She tried to control her awkwardness, but her feelings were mixed. However, she decided to keep a confident attitude and be friendly towards the other guests. Although she felt surprised and amazed, she tried t

Their faces were only a few centimeters apart, and although Afgan was still asleep drunk, the expression on his face was calm without any guilt at all.Adelia's eyes widened in surprise. She felt her heart rate jump. Her breathing stopped for a moment, startled by this unexpected contact. Her face flushed, and she felt warmth creep from her lips to the rest of her body.Adelia was reminded of the touch from the mysterious man on the fateful night before her wedding day.In the tension-filled silence, they just paused for a moment, their lips still meeting in a light touch. Adelia felt time stand still for a moment, and she felt a strange vibration inside her. The two of them remained in very close proximity, as if the world around them was disappearing.However, when Afgan moaned softly in his sleep, Adelia immediately released her hand grip and touched his now warm lips. Adelia gasped and backed away quickly, feeling a deep sense of shame and confusion.

Melinda felt confused and froze where she stood. “Melinda?” Afgan immediately approached Melinda while holding her sore cheek. Melinda was still trying to assemble the pieces of the mystery regarding the relationship that existed between Adelia and Afgan. “I'm not wrong with? You guys ... You're husband and wife?” asked Melinda in confusion. Afgan reached for Melinda's hand, but she immediately brushed it away roughly. It was as if she felt cheated by the two people who were looking at her with their own thoughts. “Melinda, listen to me first,” Afgan said softly, while Adelia felt the flames of jealousy burning even more inside her. “Yes, you heard me right! We're husband and wife and we just got married!” Adelia exclaimed, her eyes challenging Melinda. “The handsome man you want to ch

“Sorry,” Edward said trying to be polite. Degh! Suddenly the elevator lights came back on, Adelia breathed with relief. “It's on,” she said, looking at Edward. “Your face is flushed.” Edward said with a smile. He found Adelia quite attractive. “Afgan is your husband and you just had a forced marriage?” Edward asked suddenly. Adelia was silent and chose not to look at Edward. She stared at the elevator button screen furiously, she felt like time was taking forever until the elevator finally reached the presidential suite floor. Ting! The elevator doors opened, Adelia spread her hands in a professional manner and then bowed her body while holding the elevator card and handing it to Edward. “Please Mr. Edward, this is the electronic card for the e

Just like the previous morning, Adelia arrived at the hotel where she worked with a sluggish step. After all, she had to keep working in order to pay off her father's debt, which was still outstanding even though she had received a substantial dowry. Hearing instructions from her CEO that there was a work meeting downstairs, Adelia went straight to the room where the hotelliers were usually briefed for the meeting. Adelia entered the meeting room with hesitant steps. There were already several employees there as well as the CEO, Mrs. Smule. Unsuspecting, she looked around the room, looking for a place to sit.  When her gaze fell on the figure sitting in the middle of the meeting chair, her heart almost stopped beating. A deep sense of shock hit her when she realized that it was Afgan, the husband who hated her. “Afgan!?” She looked at him wide-eyed, her lips pres