Todos los capítulos de Forced to Marry my Sister’s Fiancée : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Alina’s POVI walked beside Edrick, our fingers laced together as we headed back to the villa. Netflix and chill.I still couldn’t believe I had said that to him. Out loud. With my full chest.Where had my shame gone?I sneaked a glance at him. The way his hand held mine so securely… like I was something precious. My chest warmed. I shouldn’t have liked it, but I did. God, I did. I loved everything about it.“I love it when you smile that bright.” Edrick said, intensifying the butterflies. God. I blushed harder.But then that tiny, annoying voice slipped into my head.This is fake. You’re not his wife. You’re doing something terrible.I shut it out. Just for tonight, I wanted to breathe. Just tonight, I wanted to pretend this life was mine.We reached the villa doors, and suddenly my phone started ringing. My mother.My stomach dropped. All the sadness and fear I thought I had buried rushed back at once. I froze, staring at her name on the screen. I didn’t even want to hear her

Alina’s POV“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.The moment the Dr Nala stepped into the villa, my whole body went cold. I tried to smile, to act normal, to pretend my heart wasn’t about to explode. But my palms were slick with sweat, and even the air felt too thick to breathe.“Good evening,” she said warmly.I forced a polite, “Good evening,” hoping my voice didn’t crack.Edrick shook her hands. “I'm sorry for the delay Mr Vale.” She said. “No worries at all,” Edrick replied. “You made it, that's what matters.”She made it.And I was doomed.We walked to the guest room Edrick had prepared for the check-up. My legs felt like lead. I sank onto the edge of the bed as the doctor unpacked her tools.“Let’s start with the basics,” she said gently. “Blood pressure check.”I extended my arm, willing it not to shake.She strapped on the cuff.The machine hummed.Edrick stood beside me, one hand resting lightly on my back. His touch was supposed to comfort me, but it only made the guilt thr

Alina’s POVI saw him through the glass door before he even stepped inside.Edrick.sweatpants hanging low on his hips, shirt clinging to his chest, hair a little messy from the salty morning breeze. God. Why did he have to look like that? Why did he have to exist in a form specifically designed to torture me?I was sitting on the kitchen counter, mid‑bite of a croissant I wasn’t even hungry for, my mouth suspended open like an idiot. My heart reacted before my head could catch up. It squeezed, painfully like it recognized something it had been starving for.I had missed him. Missed him so badly it scared me.But avoiding him had been the only way I knew to stop things from getting completely out of hand. I had needed the distance, desperately… and yet, every second of it had felt like punishment.He pushed the door open and walked in fully, strides confident, shoulders broad and warm. My eyes dipped to the cut of his biceps, the flex of muscle beneath cotton. A single flash of memo

Alina’s pov.I lay in bed and stared at the drawing I made of Edrick. I held the pad above my head and looked at every line, every shadow, every detail I had poured into it. I wished I could tear the page out, rip it into pieces, burn it, anything. Because he was never meant to see it. It was something private. Something secret. Something that belonged to the version of me that could not stop thinking about him even when I desperately wanted to.My throat tightened and I placed the sketchpad on my stomach. I felt miserable. Completely miserable. I hated that he saw it. I hated how exposed it made me feel. And I hated the fire that ran through my body the moment he kissed me in the kitchen. That kiss was still on my lips. I could still feel the way he held me. The way he breathed against my skin. The way his lips felt like he had been starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.I hated it.I hated everything about how much I wanted him.My eyes stung as the emotions built

Edrick’s pov.When her lips touched mine, I forgot how to breathe.For a moment I just stared at her, shocked and completely lost in the feeling. Aria had never kissed me before. Not since we got married. For all the times we had made love, she always waited for me to start it. She always hesitated, always held back like she was afraid to want me too much.But not this time.This time she climbed on top of me. This time she took my phone out of my hand. This time she kissed me with a hunger I had never seen from her before. And it hit me so hard I thought my brain might explode.I wanted to question it. I wanted to pause and ask what changed. But the moment her lips pressed harder against mine, every thought I had vanished.Before we got married, I hated when she threw herself on me. But now, I love it. It feels like she's a whole different person.There was no space left for doubt. Only her. Only the fire she woke in me.Her fingers grabbed my shirt, pulling at it like she needed it