All Chapters of Forced into his world : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Louise’s POV I opened the door, and he was standing right in front of me. My vision became more and more blurry and before I could say anything, I passed out on his arms. ***** Tristan’s pov I walked in to the room, and what I saw broke me into pieces. Louise was in bed with someone else. My heart pounded so fast it hurt, and before I knew it, and tears were rolling down my face. “Louise!” I screamed at top of my voice. She stirred, rubbing her eyes as if she couldn’t see me clearly. Earlier, we had just finished our family dinner, and I was looking for my phone. Strangely, I found it laying on my bed. I thought I had it on me since afternoon. Scrolling through my phone, I got a message from an anonymous person: “Louise is not who you think she is, if you doubt me, call her.” I was confused and shocked, so the first I did was call Louise. Her phone was switched off, so I called Elodie instead. She told me Louise said she was out with me at El Dorado hotel. I

Louise’s pov He looked at me one more time before leaving the room. What was happening? Was this a prank? Was I dreaming? Who the fuck was that bitch? Who set me up?. Tears gushed down my face, as I replayed everything that just happened. My chest felt heavy, every breath hurting more than the last. I tried to stand but my knees were too weak to stand. So I sat back down on the floor, trembling. My hands shook as I reached for my phone. There was only one person I could call. “Elodie,” I whispered, my voice breaking immediately she picked up. “Louise? What’s wrong?” she asked quickly, fear rushing in her tone. “Please…. can you come? Come to the hotel,now. I need you,” I cried, sobs tearing out of me. She didn’t hesitate. “I’m on my way. Stay where you are.” Time was passing very slowly. I sat on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly, and crying into it. Every noise outside the room made me jump. My chest caved in, my hands wouldn’t stay still, and my stomach turned like I was a

Louise’s pov The morning of my wedding came with a silence so heavy it pressed against my chest. The kind of silence that wasn’t peace, but emptiness. All my attempts to reach Tristan had failed. Not a call returned, not a message replied. After everything that had happened at the hotel, the cruel twist of fate was that the next time I would see him would be at the altar, if he even stood there waiting. It was a miracle that he didn’t call off the wedding, that I appreciated. The memory of that day haunted me every single time. Lea had gone back to the hotel right after she left the Gael mansion the next day. Desperate to find something, anything that would prove my innocence. But for some odd reason the CCTV footage had vanished, erased as though it had never existed. No evidence. No proof. Nothing but my words against what Tristan had seen with his own eyes. I knew how I felt the day I walked in on Elsa, so I could understand his anger. But his silence… It made me fear his tru