Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forced To Marry The Cold Disabled Billionaire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 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 so many times—even if I could only 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 useless. I even tried to force my legs, but ended up with scars. If it weren'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 was keeping me going was the memory of her cries after I conceived her. Whenever I feel like giving up, I think of those cries and how desperately she must be waiting for me. 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

YEARS AGOLast 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 but he wasn't next to me. Maybe he was in the bathroom."Keith," I called out, yawning. No reply. I called again, still nothing. When 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, Blanca. 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

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. 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 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 made a straight line toward Helen Grey, whose

LOGAN“You can stay at our private island till everything is done,” I said to Keith, 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. Sometimes, I wished Keith were my real brother and not just a cousin. My actual brother, Liam was in Florida, wasting his life in clubs, high half the time, and completely useless.Keith had handled most of my big projects, especially the ones tied to foreign investors, and every single one turned out successful. If he were my brother, at least I’d have someone worthy to go up against.Even after seeing the disgrace Liam was, father still wanted us to have equal rights to the inheritance. He gave Liam another chance by sending him to some business school, hoping he’d change. I only found out the real reason after noticing changes in the will. Father was dying; he had two years left, according

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