All Chapters of Forced To Marry The Cold Disabled Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I didn’t let go. My grip stayed tighter on her neck, like the truth was hidden in her throat and I had to squeeze it out of her. “Tell me where she is,” I snapped. “Tell me where my daughter is!” Penelope’s ears were turning red. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Her eyes were closing—slowly. She was losing consciousness. Something cold rushed through me. I released her—fast. She dropped to the floor, coughing hard, holding her neck. I stepped back.“What was that?” Helen rushed over, placing herself between us. Her eyes searched mine. “What’s going on, Liana?”Penelope coughed again, struggling to breathe, but still managed to spit out, “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My hands were still shaking. I looked down at them, my fingers wouldn’t stop trembling. Helen turned to me again. “What daughter?” she asked. But before I could say anything, Raymond stepped forward. “She’s had a long night,” he said, turning to Logan’s family. “We’ll talk in the

LIANA “You’re not well. Tell them you’ve been seeing things—that’s why you acted like that the other night. Say you’ve been seeing a therapist, and it got better for a while, but now it’s back. Make it sound convincing. Let them believe you’re working on getting better.” That’s what Raymond wanted me to tell the Greys. And of course, I wasn’t going to say any of that. Raymond knew it too so he threatened me with my daughter’s life. I scoffed. She wasn’t even with him. I just prayed whoever had her wasn’t doing anything terrible to her. The car pulled up in front of the Greys’ estate, and I stepped out of the backseat. The first thing I saw was regret, dressed in a suit. Keith Cross. Great. My morning was already ruined. He was standing in front of me, blocking my way. I was surprised at first, then confused—then anger filled my veins. He just stood there, looking like he was trying to say something but couldn't find the words. Don’t tell me he wants to give me that crap—“Forgiv

The car slowed to a stop in front of a villa. The sky was already dark, and the wedding felt like something that happened forever ago. I hadn’t seen Keith since I walked down the aisle—honestly, that was probably for the best. If I had, I might’ve done something I’d regret.I glanced down at my phone for the hundredth time. Still nothing. No call, no message. The silence was driving me crazy. I was married to Logan now, so why hadn’t the caller reached out? I kept turning on my screen, hoping—begging—for something to pop up. Just a single message. A signal that this was almost over. That I could finally see my daughter.Then came the other question—how would I leave now? I couldn’t ask for a divorce. That would only make things messier. Complicated.Running away seemed like the only option.Far away. Somewhere they couldn’t find us. But for now, I was stuck here—wearing a ring I didn’t want. To spend our “wedding night” together, Helen made sure we both left for the villa. Logan didn

The past week had been… different. Logan wanted me to take over the Rose Foundation. I didn’t want to. Not at all. But then Anonymous texted me—the same person who had my daughter. I still didn’t know if it was a man or a woman, so I just called the person anonymous. I was told to do it so I did. And now, here I was on the Greys’ private island. Helen said this was the perfect place to start. That I’d be meeting with a few key people—people who would help me learn how the foundation worked and what it actually did. Since I arrived, I hadn’t done much. Mostly just wandered around the resort, taking in the ocean breeze, eating, and sleeping. Helen was supposed to stay, but she left, saying she had to meet with someone and would be back in two days. So I was alone. And honestly? I liked it. No Logan. No Raymond. No Keith. Just silence and peace. I could finally think and breathe. I stare at the jar I had placed on the bed earlier—the jar Helen had given me. I wrote a few things

I’d been isolated for years. Staying in that house alone brought back too many flashbacks—flashbacks from the basement. I didn’t want the past haunting me anymore. I had to stay positive for Hannah.I twisted the knob and opened the door that led to the greenhouse. The fresh scent of leaves and flowers wrapped around me the moment I stepped in. I remembered being obsessed with flowers when I was nine. Mom had her little garden, and after school, I’d always find her there—tending to her flowers and talking to them like they could hear her. She said it helped them bloom better.Back then, I thought flowers were magic. I was addicted to their scent. But growing up now… flowers don’t smell like they look. Not even close. They smelled weird. Growing up is realizing flowers aren’t loved for how they smell—but for how they look.I was still staring at the lilies when I heard the clicking of heels on the smooth pavement. I froze. Someone was here.I turned to see who it was. Blanca, in a cre