All Chapters of Forced to Marry my Sister’s Fiancée : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Edrick’s POVMy fists slammed into the punching bag again and again, each hit harder than the last. Sweat dripped down my back, pooling on the gym floor beneath me. I wasn’t just angry. I was furious. A kind of wild rage that made my vision blur.Not just at Alina, no.At myself.How could I let her in?How could I let myself feel something that powerful?How could I be this hurt?“DAMN IT!” I roared, hitting the bag so hard it swung and nearly snapped off its chain.My knuckles throbbed. My chest tightened. My breath came out in loud, ragged gasps.She lied.She betrayed me.And yet… why did it hurt like someone had stabbed me clean through the heart?I hit the bag once more, but my strength gave out. I dropped to my knees, palms flat on the cold floor, head bowed. A broken sound clawed out of my throat, a scream I couldn’t contain.I stayed there for a long time. I didn’t even know how long.Eventually, I forced myself up and dragged my shaking body to the showers. The hot water did

ALINA’S POV Three days.Three miserable, silent, lonely days since the humiliation that ripped every piece of my life apart. I hadn’t spoken to anyone, not Edric, after that call, not Aria, not my mother or father, not even the neighbours I usually avoid. I had no one. No friend. No shoulder. No voice in my corner.Just me.And two days left before I officially became homeless.The apartment felt smaller every morning, like the walls were closing in. My fridge was empty except for half-expired milk, noodles, and cereal. That had been breakfast, lunch, and dinner for three days. My bank account was a joke, barely enough for transport and cheap food. Certainly not enough for rent or a new place to stay.Every morning, I cried. Every night, I cried even harder. My eyes were so swollen I barely recognized myself in the mirror. I looked like someone's life had chewed up and spat out.I missed everything. I missed my old life. I missed before the lies before the wedding before my parents

CHAPTER 65 – ALINAI dragged myself up from the couch, still wearing yesterday’s clothes, still feeling like yesterday’s trash. I didn’t want to go outside, but I had no choice. I had to do something, anything, before my life caved in completely.I opened my door… and crashed straight into someone.Great. Perfect. Just what I needed.I stumbled back, ready to snap, but the moment my eyes adjusted and I saw her face,My heart dropped.Becca.My ex–best friend.Her curly hair was pinned back the same way she used to wear it when she’d come sleep over at my place and steal my snacks. Same soft, innocent eyes. Same girl I trusted for years. Same girl who slept with Jason behind my back.I frowned instantly.“Alina… please,” she whispered, reaching for me. “Let’s talk.”I jerked my arm back like her touch burned. “Don’t touch me, Becca.”Her face fell. “I know. I know I messed up. What I did was horrible,”“Horrible?” I laughed.That word was too modest.I narrowed my eyes at her. “You nee

CHAPTER 67 — ALINA’S POVThe minute I stepped out of the embassy, the heat slapped me across the face like it owed me money. The sun was ridiculous, sharp, blinding, burning into my skin. I hissed under my breath, but I didn’t take a cab. I couldn’t. Not anymore.If I was going to survive six whole months stuck in this miserable country before my visa could finally be processed, then every coin mattered. Every cab ride mattered. Every unnecessary expense mattered.I tightened my grip around my small bag and kept walking.Six months.Six months of hiding. Six months of hoping my father wouldn’t sniff me out and humiliate me, punish me for not leaving even though it isn’t my fault. Six months of trying to rebuild a life everyone had gleefully destroyed. Everyone, including me.Just great.The embassy’s gate closed behind me with a soft metallic click. I walked farther down the quiet road, my foot hitting a small stone, my mind drowning in its usual spiral: Where will I stay? How lon

ALINA’S POVIt was a long walk, but I made it.All the way from the embassy to my modest apartment, under a sky that felt too wide for someone whose world had completely collapsed. By the time I reached the building, it was already past nine at night. My legs were stiff, my feet sore, my head pounding from everything I had heard, everything I hadn’t been able to fix.This apartment,It wouldn’t even be mine by tomorrow.The thought pressed painfully against my chest as I climbed the stairs and unlocked the door. The place greeted me with silence and the faint smell of dust. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a second, breathing in and out slowly, as if that could stop the weight from crushing me.“Just one night,” I whispered to myself. “Just get through tonight.”I dropped my bag on the floor and dragged myself toward the bathroom. My body felt heavy, like it belonged to someone else. The only thing I wanted_no, needed, was a hot shower. Something to ease the ache in