Forced Marriage of An Arrogant Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Adelia invited Afgan to sit down and served him a cold drink.With a heavy heart and a voice filled with emotion, Afgan began to recount everything that had happened since his departure. He recounted the fire that almost took the lives of Adelia and the child in her womb, and how Melinda and Bayu were involved in the conspiracy.Adelia listened in silence and was shocked to hear this confession. Her eyes flashed a mixture of confusion, sadness and anger. She couldn't believe that the people she had been close to had done something so evil.However, Afgan didn't stop there. He went on to talk about Silvia, about how they learned the truth about her origins and how she became an important part of their lives.“Silvia is Bayu's daughter, Adelia,” Afgan said in a voice filled with tenderness. “She is not the result of my marriage to Melinda, but she is part of our family. She is a child that I love and consider my own.”Afgan co

At a steady pace, the car containing the Al-Futtaim couple made its way to the hotel where Afgan was staying in Dubai. The Dubai heat greeted them, but the decision they had made did not let the temperature dampen their resolve. "Driver, hurry up. There's no time to waste," Achmed ordered in a stern voice as he and his wife began to feel the heat from the traffic jams along the way. The driver nodded and immediately started looking for alternative roads on the way to the hotel. Throughout the journey, the atmosphere in the car was tense, with minds focused on their mission to reclaim Silvia from Melinda's hands.  As the car approached its destination, Afgan's mother took a deep breath. Her heart was filled with a strong desire to reunite her family and look after her dear grandson. Arriving at the hotel, the Al-Futtaim couple headed straight to the top hotel room-the presidential suite,

Maya's voice sounded full of hope and love, but there was still no answer. Silvia was still silent in the room, trapped in her own emotional maze. Achmed, who was beside Maya, observed the situation with a heart filled with anxiety. He could not imagine the depth of pain his granddaughter was feeling, and he felt utterly helpless in this situation. Amidst the silence that seemed to be getting more and more depressing, the three of them kept hoping that Silvia would finally open her heart and let them in, so that they could find a way out together. However, they were also aware that the healing process would not be easy, and they would all have to be patient in dealing with it. After what felt like an eternity, Silvia finally opened the door slightly. Her face, still filled with traces of tears and a confused expression, showed how difficult it was for her to deal with this situation. She looked at her grandfather and gra

Melinda pondered her foul plans while calming the rumbling in her breathing, making sure that every step she would take would make Adelia and Afgan feel the same suffering that she had experienced all along. With a heart filled with vengeance and hatred, she prepared to launch her counterattack with full force. Meanwhile, outside, a tense atmosphere still hung over the room, signaling that danger was threatening from behind the false peace. In the ever-increasing tension, Melinda is prepared to take extreme measures to achieve her goals, no matter the consequences. *** As night fell and silence fell over the house, the atmosphere was tense and filled with uncertainty. Achmed chose to sleep in the guest room, leaving the main room deserted. Meanwhile, Maya decided to sleep with Silvia in the main room, trying to provide support and comfort to her granddaughter who was still devastated by what had just happened.&nb

Afgan smiled with relief and said, “Isn't that good news? She's the one who cheated on me!” Afgan was startled by Achmed's piercing stare followed by a hard slap to his face. He was shaken, unable to believe what had just happened. Rubbing his burning cheeks, he looked up at his father with a look that was a mixture of sadness and confusion. “Dad?” “Fool! Where are you taking the face of the Al-Futtaim family?” Achmed said in a heavy voice, his expression full of anger and disappointment. Afgan felt a deep stirring of emotion inside him. He couldn't find the right words to reply. He felt ashamed and sorry for his actions, but at the same time, he also felt resentful of this unfair treatment. “Dad, I...” Afgan tried to open his mouth to defend himself, but his words caught in his throat. “I don't want to he