All Chapters of Forced to Marry my Sister’s Fiancée : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Edrick’s POV I walked in with Adrian by my side, still pissed at him for making this dinner a big deal. He forced me to go to the barber, get a clean shave, and even picked out a suit for me. I was not in the mood for this. “Edrick! You came!” Only Hannah could sound that excited for just my mere appearance. She ran up to me and hugged me. “Welcome. Welcome, Adrian.” She beamed. “Thank you, Hannah.” “Oh, everyone would be thrilled you made it.” She added, then paced towards the dining hall, announcing my presence. She was not wrong. The smiles on their faces when I entered the room were brighter than I have seen in a while. “Ohhhh, my favorite grandson is here!” Grandma started. “He’s your only grandson.” Anna rolled her eyes. The hall erupted with laughter. I couldn’t help but smile. The warmth and love going around made me feel warmth in my heart. “I’m glad you made it.” Aria said, taking her seat. I gave her a short nod, then took my seat, which was beside hers. “Wait,

Alina’s POV The memories became torture towards the end, and I snapped my eyes open to get it out of my head. The nurse came back hours later and removed the IV and other medications I would not be needing. I stared in silence until he was done. “Can I use the bathroom?” I asked. He pointed at a door by the left. I stood up, almost surprising myself that I was able to. I took slow steps to the bathroom. I peed and was walking back to the room when something caught my attention. My face in the reflection. Was I in so much pain that I did not notice it before? I raised my hands to touch it, but the sting was so bad I dropped it. Half of my face. Half of my face was damaged. Burnt. It was already drying up. But the scar was there, red, rough, hideous. I looked nothing like myself, and oddly, it was equally as painful as it was relieving. Who cared about looks? Not me at the moment. I just need to get out of DL City safely without anyone knowing. Especially Aria. I sat back on

Alina’s POV The actual hell was that? I wondered. On the bright side, being fired meant I could leave work immediately. No need for the whole resignation process. I waved goodbye to my ex-manager and made my way out of the building. I could not believe I was doing this! I was nervous as I drove to the location. The location where all my dreams would come true. As I had expected, Mary was already there waiting. A sweet soul she is. I hugged her tight. “Good morning, ma’am. Looking beautiful as always,” I said, hugging her. “Oh, you’re too kind, darling.” She was dressed in a corporate grey dress that matched the color of her eyes. Her hair was curled neatly and accessorized with fancy pins. As a woman in her late fifties, she was my fashion inspiration. “Are you ready for today?” she asked, smiling. I took deep breaths, staring at the building in front of me. “I’m nervous,” I replied honestly. Since I got my health in check, I have not only worked for Kaden but also did

Edrick’s POV Dinner in this house is usually always quiet. With everyone being quiet and being grumpy about one thing or the other. The Vale Mansion is already used to this dark, gloomy energy. Especially now that Grandma’s condition keeps getting worse. But tonight, it was different. Not exciting or bright. No, it was different because Hannah was squealing loudly like a teen at a rave. She’d look at her iPad, type a bit, then squeal again. I hate the sad, quiet dinners, but this was not the alternative I was looking for. It was noise pollution. I was about to beg her to keep it down when she said, “Guys! I have great news. I have a new business idea that…” Her words were cut short with the sound of something crashing to the ground, shattering. Jaime came running from the direction the noise was coming from. I stood up, grabbed him, and checked his body for any injuries from whatever it was he just crashed. The maid came running after him, and sadly, there were visible cuts on h

EDRICK’S POV What in God’s world? One minute I was walking past the corridors in peace, and the next, I was bathed in hot coffee. “Oh, I’m so, so sorry,” the soft voice said. “I’m sorry.” She kept apologizing, but I did not need the apology at the moment. I needed her to stop trying to clean off the coffee. It was spreading the burns. “It’s alright.” I said, and she looked up the instant I spoke. Her eyes glued to my face, the color from her face instantly drained, and she was pale. Her blue eyes bulged as she stared at me like I was her sleep paralysis demon, here to take her to eternal doom. On top of it all, she was frozen in place. Her hands still on my shirt. I pulled away slowly, staring at her. “Uhm, are you okay?” I asked, and I swear this woman kept staring at me, mouth half-way open. I looked around me awkwardly. Was there something on my face? What is this? What should a man do under a circumstance like this? I snapped my fingers in the air. And it was like her so