All Chapters of The Forgotten Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

My whole body froze, I could not understand exactly what was going on anymore. All I knew was that his hands came up to my back and I felt the whole world crumble as I fell into his touch. At that point, nothing else mattered to me. His arms was the best place I could find myself in and I enjoyed every bit of moment that I had with him. "Liam," I moaned softly as he kept rubbing my shoulders with his face directly next to me. It felt like every problem I ever had at that moment just disappeared and I loved it but still I could not believe that I had no fight left in me. "How about we go to the couch so you can rest properly," he said and I agreed to every word he said. He didnt waste time to get hold of my hand and slowly guide me to the couch. He helped me to sit down and he turned me so my back was against him and then he continued with his massage. With every electrifying touch of his body on my back, I could not help but smile and close my mouth tightly to prevent a moan from c

"What the fuck do you mean by no?" Ivy asked, trying her very best not to scream out of anger and I could feel her pain. This was a woman who she worked with, she probably made deals with this same woman and she must have made a lot of promises to her and now, all that was no more. She could no longer get the things that she wanted and I could tell that it was beginning to look to her like she was just a pawn in this woman's game. Nothing hurt more than that but her silly games were not what I needed at the moment, but without hesitation. I looked at her and said, "yes I changed my mind." She was not the boss of me and I was not about to start giving her the power to reign over me now. That wiped the smirk clean off Ivy’s face and a part of me loved that I was the one doing that to her. “What?” she stuttured while asking and all I could do was smile at her. “I’m not suing Margot,” I repeated, voice calm, but cold as steel. “I don’t need to destroy her. I’ve already won where it ma

My stomach twisted. “You’re supposed to be dead.”“Maybe I was… to you though, cause if I wasnt dead to you, you would have definitely come looking for me but for years, you didnt even bug. You made it seem like my presence didnt matter to you at all and all you wanted to do was get rid of my memory like I didnt exist."I looked at her like I had actually seen a ghost. I could not believe that she actually spoke to me in that manner. I had no idea that she was alive, how was I supposed to do any of the things that she wanted to me to do. "How was I supposed to know that you were alive? The fucking place blew up! If you were alive and you wanted to be with me, why didnt you come to me?""Because you started hanging out with stuck up rich people, the same people that you know very well were behind the death of your entire family! At first, I honestly thought you went there for revenge or something like that but as it turns out, you went there for fun. Cause they didnt suffer at all."

I left a message for Nancy on the fridge telling what to make for breakfast and when to take my son to school. I included Steven number and asked her to call him immediately before going to school and thankfully, she did.I sped to the location Cassian had given to me, hoping that somehow this man would only be a figment of my imagination. But I was wrong because the man who stepped out from the shadows at the dockyard was very much alive."Hello, Amara," he drawled, pulling off the mask. Time had not softened him. If anything, he looked more dangerous, like someone who’d lived through war and returned sharper for it. His eyes glittered with venomous calm.I kept my chin high. "So it's true. You're alive." I tried to not stutter or sallow too loudly because I just knew who I was messing with and I knew that any little problem would erupt a volcano so big, it would destroy my entire family."Alive, and royally screwed over by your family. Your lover. Your choices.""They are not my fam

Alyra POVI needed justice. I needed to tell the whole world the truth about what my own sister did to me. She was not a saint like everyone else believed her to be. I was one of the few people who could see her for who she truly was. I could see behind the lies and fake smiles that she used to walk around with. So I had no remorse in me when I made a plan with someone I believed to be her worse enemy just to taunt her. I needed her to know that she was never going to get away with being a terrible person and I was going to be the one to destroy her and even bring an end to her existence. In the shadows of a dimly lit private room at a downtown lounge, I met with three board members from her company. Wine flowed. Promises dripped from my lips like honey laced with poison.I needed them to see her as the evil person that she was and not the saint and savior that she had painted herself to be to them. I needed them to see that she was not to be trusted and most especially that no one