Semua Bab Forced To Marry The Cold Disabled Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

LIANA DAKOTA1,827 days. That’s how long I’ve been trapped in this basement. 1,827 days since my own father took everything from me. My child, my freedom, my sanity.He took my baby girl before I could even see her face. I've tried to escape to catch a glimpse of her, but he's kept me chained to the bed. I attempted to pick the lock with hairpins and forks, but it was no use. I even tried to force my way out, but ended up with scars. If it wasn't for my daughter, and the thought of her being raised by that monster, I'd probably be dead by now. The only thing that keeps me going is the memory of her cries after I conceived her. Whenever I feel like giving up, I think of those cries. I wish I had held her close when I had the chance.The door creaked open, and I sat up, alert. I expected Samantha, the housekeeper, but the figure at the door was bigger. The dim light hid their face, but I knew exactly who it was. My fingers instinctively tightened around the toothbrush I'd sharpened, its

Years ago. Last night was the best night of my life. My first love took away my virginity, which was most teens’ dream, and I finally got to experience the feeling. Such a sweet feeling.I stretched on the bed, smiling with my eyes closed. I kept stretching, but I couldn't feel anyone close to me. I opened my eyes to confirm, he wasn't next to me. Maybe he was in the bathroom."Keith," I called out, yawning. No reply. I called again, still nothing. By the time I called him the third time, I was already on my feet, heading toward the hotel bathroom, but it was empty. He must have left for something urgent. I grabbed my phone, but there weren’t any texts from him. Weird. The only texts I got were from my best friend. I clicked on the bombarded texts she had sent, but before I could read the messages, she called, and I answered."Is Keith with you?" I could hear the panic in her voice. Did something happen to Keith?"No, he is not with me. Did something happen to him?""No, that's not t

The dress was too long and too damn tight. It clung to my skin, covering everything that needed to be covered from my ankles to my wrists. Only my neck was exposed. Logan arrived before I did, I spotted him through the glass doors, not among the guests, not giving speeches or shaking hands like a good little host. No, Logan was at the far end of the ballroom next to Helen; he wasn’t talking. Just sitting there with that same smug expression. And Keith came out of a room to join them, he had a black suit on. No tie. The top button of his shirt was undone, and his dark hair was perfectly coiffed. How could he still look so hot? I mean, he looked different, different as in mature. I needed to take my eyes off him; he wasn't on my agenda tonight and will never be. Raymond tugged at my arm. "Don't embarrass me, don't cause any trouble, and lastly don't faint, or I'll be having second thoughts." He muttered through clenched teeth. I didn’t answer. I yanked my arm away and walked off.I

LOGAN“You can stay at our private island till everything is done,” I said, keeping my tone neutral.We stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in my study, watching the morning sun stretch across the lawn. The grass looked perfect. Fake, almost. “Okay,” Keith said. He didn’t ask questions. He never did unless he needed answers. That’s why I trusted him more than most.Even now, with thirty companies under his belt and half the world calling him a business prodigy, he still made time.“Thanks for handling that proposal from Dubai despite your hectic schedule,” I added, “I would’ve gone myself, but there’s a wedding to plan. You were the better option anyway.”That wasn’t just flattery. It was a fact.Keith didn’t just read contracts—he read people. Understood silence better than most CEOs understood money. That was why he sat at the top. And why I needed him to oversee this deal.“Hectic schedule?” he said.“You oversee thirty subsidiaries. That has to be tasking

LOGANThe investors from the G Island resort project were here, so I had to make an appearance. Mingle. Shake hands. Keep them close. Make sure none of them were slipping over to the rival’s side.I spotted Keith talking to Mr. Black—the CEO of one of the biggest real estate investment firms in the country. The kind of man who could move a market with a phone call.I rolled toward them.“Mr. Black,” I said.They both turned. He smiled widely, like we were old friends.“Mr. Grey,” he said, reaching out. I shook his hand.“Keith was just telling me about your big plans for G Island,” he added.G Island. Ten trillion dollars on the line. My biggest deal to date. One wrong move and it all burns.“I’ve got plans, yes,” I said. “But without most of the people in this room, it won’t happen. Everyone’s got a piece in it.”Keith didn’t say anything, just stood there with his wine.Mr. Black turned to him. “And Mr. Cross—he’s investing too, right?”Keith nodded once, slowly. “Of course.”Mr. Bl