All Chapters of Forced to Marry The Arrogant Billionaire Heir: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alex’s POVI felt every hair on my body stand. Suddenly the wound felt numb on my face and my fingers froze above my screen. Should I text back? What the fuck do I even say to this? Is she messing with me? She obviously is, cause why else would she be texting me… her ex husband.Hey baby, I missed you…I stared at the message sent to me by Kali, my ex wife. It’s been years, exactly three years since our divorce. We broke up on a very bad note and that explains why we’ve been no contact till now.Searing old scars resurfaced. After years of burying them, years of trying my hardest to forget what SHE did to me. I caught Kali in an affair with a man she’d sworn was "Just a friend.”She manipulated and gaslit me into thinking I was being a controlling asshole. Whereas I had every right to be worried about her. I was never suspicious that she’d think of cheating on me, but my suspicions were on him, her “friend.”I remembered how she looked me in the eye and told me she was done with us, a

Alex's POVI stood in front of Hazel's door for the second time this week, hands buried in my pockets. I take a deep breath and press the doorbell.The soft ring that sounded reminded me that there's no going back now. A moment that felt like an eternity later, Hazel's soft but firm voice came through the other side of the door. “What do you want Alex?” She asked sharply.She didn't open the door right away this time around… My fault, I know I know.“Hello Hazel,” really? Hello Hazel? I sound like a fucking highschool teenager. “Hello Alex” I could sense the sarcasm that laced her tone. A smirk tugged at the edge of my lips at her attitude.“I'm here because my parents want us at dinner tonight.”Silence.Then a soft clink and the door unlocks. I don't know how I expected her to look once she opened the door… but definitely not this.My eyes raked her frame, from the messy bum that sat on top her hair to a reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. The light blue hoodie she w

Hazel's POVMy temples throbbed from last night's drama and all I wanted was a cup of coffee to push me through the mountain of work that waits patiently for mama to take care of. But instead I walk in to see him.James — seated behind my desk, twirling my favorite ball point in his fingers and flipping a file he has no business looking at. There's a smirk plastered on his face like he had been waiting to get under my skin and piss me off.“Oh, dear sister! Took you long enough to arrive.” James grins.“Wow,” I muttered loud enough for him to hear the irritation in my voice. “Of all the offices in this big building, you had to pick mine. “James raised a finger to flick away a strand of blonde hair that fell into his light blue eyes. “Well, technically this office belongs to me, since I'm the CEO, remember?”My hand was itching to scratch off that smug look off his face but I dumped my handbag on the couch a bit too aggressively.I crossed my free arms. “The title of CEO, but definit

I stepped into the brightly lit restaurant. My heels clicked softly against the tiled floor, just loud enough for me to hear. The voices over meals were accompanied by an orchestra playing in the background. The red armless dress stopped right above my ankle, fitting the perfect fancy aesthetic of this restaurant. “Reservation for Hazel Jones,” I informed the waitress who had a tight blonde bun on.“This way ma'am,” She led me to a table in a secluded area beside a glass wall that stretched up to the ceiling. Then I saw him.The man that was sure to take me to my goal. Jacob Chester. America's eligible young and handsome bachelor.“Miss Hazel,” he says, flashing me a toothy grin. “Nice to finally meet you in person.”“Likewise, Mr Chester,” I responded to his greeting with a smile too.Jacob Chester is my golden beautiful key to overthrow James. The dark haired handsome billionaire who controls Chester corp with grace.“Jacob. You can call me Jacob,” He pulls my chair back, gestur

I slipped off my heels by the door of my room, my toes curling into the foot mat with a sigh.It's been a long night and I'm just tired. Bone deep, soul-heavy exhaustion. I felt like climbing up to the clouds and resting for a few days.The soft knock on my door startled me from my wistful thinking. “Mrs Hazel?”I opened the door to find Nora holding a folded stack of bed sheets? I think they're bed sheets. Her apron was dusted with flour and a loose strand of hair clung to her cheek.“You're still working?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.Her face turned a shade of pink, leaving her lips parted a little. “Uhm… I want—wanted to change… your sheets for you.” She stammered. I leaned into the doorframe observing the girl assigned to be my maid. Nora's quite adorable and incredibly shy, but there's a gentleness about her that never felt rehearsed. “Come in.”“Thought you might need new sheets,” Nora hesitated a bit before she continued “you seem a little tired, and I thought this