All Chapters of Forced into his world : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Tristan’s POVI got home just before noon. The sky looked tired, full of dull clouds, like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to rain. The air felt heavy, maybe because my mind was still stuck on Louise.She hadn’t replied to my last message.That was okay. It wasn’t the kind of day someone should be forced to talk. I heard of her mother’s death anniversary on singram, and I needed her to know I was here for her and I was thinking about her.The front doors opened as I stepped in. The house smelled like fresh flowers and polished marble, as always. Too clean, too perfect, like no one actually lived here.I found Olivia exactly where I expected her, in the living room, curled up on the couch, flipping through some fashion magazine like she had nothing better to do.She looked up when she saw me. Her eyes lit up with mischief.“Well well, if it isn’t the golden boy,” she said. “How is your little princess?”“Don’t start,” I muttered, heading for the bar cart, even though I didn’t want a

Tristan’s POV The streets were quiet as I drove Louise home, the city lights casting a soft glow through the windshield. She didn’t talk much on the ride, just stared out the window, her arms crossed loosely in her lap.I didn’t press her. She’d already said so much today, more than she probably intended. Her voice had trembled when she told me how it ended with Elsa. I could still feel the tightness in my chest when she said she walked in on the two of them.When she stepped out of the car, she gave me a small nod. No smile, just quiet gratitude. I watched until she got inside before I turned the car around and headed back to the Pierre estate.By the time I got home, dinner had already started. The house smelled like roasted garlic and my mother’s overdone lamb. Voices floated from the dining room, Henri, Raphael, Olivia. I heard laughter, but not the warm kind.I stepped inside and walked toward the dining table.“Well, well,” Olivia said with a smirk the moment I entered. “The ch

Tristan’s POV Morning light spilled into the hospital room through half-closed blinds. The air was still, quiet, except for the soft beeping of the monitors beside Louise’s bed. She was still asleep, her face pale against the white sheets. But her breathing was steady now. That was something. I hadn’t moved all night. I stayed in the chair beside her, holding her hand, watching over her. I didn’t want her to wake up alone. I was afraid she might disappear again. The door creaked open. Louis stepped inside, his shoulders tense, dark circles under his eyes. He looked at me for a long moment before he spoke. “You should go home, Tristan,” he said. “You’ve been here all night.” I nodded slowly, though I didn’t want to leave. “I’ll come back later,” I said quietly, glancing at Louise one more time. “Please call me if anything changes.” Louis gave a small nod. “I will.” I stood, gently placing Louise’s hand back on the bed. Her fingers twitched a little, like she felt it, even in s

Tristan’s POV The hotel lobby was quiet, the kind of quiet that echoed your thoughts too loudly. I had just dropped my bag in the suite, hoping for a few hours of silence. Maybe some sleep. I didn’t even take off my shoes, just sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor. My phone buzzed. Dad. I hesitated before answering. “Hello?” “Tristan,” his voice was steady, firm like always, “come home.” My jaw clenched. “Why?” “Your mother and Olivia want to speak with you.” I almost laughed. “Why would I want to speak with them?” “Because tomorrow is important,” he said calmly. “And whatever their reason, they’re asking to see you. Just come.” I said nothing. He waited. “Fine,” I muttered, grabbing my keys again. The hotel door clicked behind me. I pulled into the Pierre estate’s driveway not even thirty minutes later. The main lights were still on. That was the first warning sign, my mother usually had the house dimmed like some kind of palace at night. Inside, the plac

Tristan’s POV The restaurant was quiet and private, One of my father’s properties, of course. Fancy, polished, and meant to impress. A long table had already been set in one of the private dining rooms. White linen. Silverware that probably hadn’t been touched in months. I glanced at Louise as we walked in. She was laughing softly at something I had said in the car. That muted-blue dress fit her like it was made for her, flowing just enough when she walked. And those white sneakers? Somehow, they made her look even cooler. She didn’t care about impressing people with heels. She was being herself. I was proud to walk beside her. We stepped in together, still giggling when the doors opened. All heads turned to us. My mother’s eyes narrowed. Olivia was already whispering something to her. Henri gave me a small nod. Lea smiled kindly at Louise. “Well,” Mother said, folding her arms. “Isn’t that cute. You two look like a couple from a student romance movie.” I felt Louise stiffen