บททั้งหมดของ Forced to Marry The Arrogant Billionaire Heir: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 37

Hazel's POVHmm… I can't remember when last I felt so warm and comfy in bed. It wrapped around me like a swaddle and I wasn't planning on getting up anytime soon. Until—Until I felt my face pressed against something solid, warm and breathing. Pillows don't breathe and pillows definitely don't have arms to wrap around you.My eyes fluttered open slowly, and my worst fear was right beside me and almost on top of me.Alex had his arm around my waist, my head rested in his chest and his hand which was splayed protectively against my hip, ground me into him. The pillow wall? Poof, gone.I tried to peel his hands from my body. But his grip only tightened with him burying his face deep into the crook of my neck. And I felt my whole body freeze. Shit.My toes were ice cold from embarrassment but the rest of my body was overheating. Alex.Alex! I called again, this time delivering a little pinch to stir him awake. He groaned before his eyes flew open. In a blink of an eye I was free from th

Hazel’s POV“Hmm… water…” my throat felt dry and my lips felt like they could fall off by how chapped they were.I felt a hand bring a cup of water with a straw in it for me to sip on. Much better, I thought but couldn’t voice it out.My eyes creaked open little by little to see the owner of the hand. “Jacob?” I croaked out before exploding into fits of cough.Where am I even? It hurt a thousand more to turn my head and take in my surroundings. It looked like a hospital room. What am I doing in a hospital room and how did I get here?“You had a high fever and fainted,” Jacob responded, settling the glass of water down on the bedside table and having a seat beside me. He didn’t respond to the other question I asked out loud tho, which I found odd.The roses beside me add a little to mask the nauseating smell of antiseptic in the hospital. I remembered feeling very sick and trying to make it to my meeting with Jacob, but I can’t remember actually being able to leave the house. My memory

I needed to get out of here. Attempting to detach myself from the bed sent a wave of dizzy spells my way, and I collapsed back down. Maybe I shouldn't have tried getting up so fast. I was successful this time around and decided to take a stroll around the hospital. I couldn't stay in bed all day doing nothing, I was beginning to get restless.Freya had headed back to work, promising to come back later tonight. The doctor said I'll be staying here for the next 3 days for close monitoring and care.I wanted to disagree, until I realized I was doing the very same thing that landed me here — not taking my health seriously. So here I am, dragging an IV stand with me around the white sterile hospital building wearing the oversized robe given to me. It wasn't as bad as most regular hospitals. This one was pretty huge with great lighting and architecture. The nurses seemed tired but kind, which was rare to see.I was thinking of heading to the cafeteria to get something to eat when I heard

“Does my Father know?” I asked.“He suspects, but I don't think he knows for sure.” She whispers back.“Oh my god,” I drag my hands down my face. “This is insane,” it all makes sense now. I've been busy racking my head over a reason why father hates my guts so much that he'd rather give his step children power over me.Why everything I did never seemed to please him. Why he looked at me each time with a burning hatred in his eyes.If he knew that I wasn't his biological child, there's no doubt he'd have thrown me out of the house when mom left…“Your father's pride won't let him.” Mariah looked up, her eyes glinting with unshed tears.“If you want a test—”“No,” I cut her off. “What difference would it make? Would it fix anything? Would knowing who my “real” father was suddenly fill the years of emptiness, pain and despair? ““Don't look at me like that Marie,” a tear slipped down her face “like I'm a monster.”I scoffed bitterly "the shoe fits perfectly if you ask me.” I sneered. No