All Chapters of Forced to Marry my Sister’s Fiancée : Chapter 71 - Chapter 75

ARIA’S POVIt felt useless sitting in the luxury when in reality, it wasn’t mine. Edrick still wasn’t mine. At least not the way I wanted him to be.I sat alone in the sitting room, my hands folded over my stomach, listening to the slow tick of the antique clock on the wall. Every second felt louder than the last. Night had already settled in, wrapping the Vale mansion in its usual cold silence, yet Edrick still hadn’t returned.Again.I told myself not to think too much about it. He was busy. He always was. But knowing that didn’t make the waiting any easier.“Maybe he’ll spend the night at the penthouse,” Hannah said casually as she walked in, placing a cup of tea on the table in front of me. “You know it’s closer to the office.”I clenched my jaw.Hannah, Edrick’s cousin, smiled the way she always did. Too polite. Too fake. Like she was doing me a favor just by existing in the same room. Like I should be grateful she was here. “It’s good for the baby,” she added, nudging the cup s

EDRICK’S POVThe banging dragged me out of sleep like a hammer to the skull.For a moment, I couldn’t tell if the sound was real or just my head splitting open from whatever cheap alcohol I’d drowned myself in the night before. My temples throbbed. My mouth tasted bitter. My chest felt heavy, like I’d slept with a stone on it.Bang. Bang. Bang.I groaned and forced my eyes open.The ceiling above me was wrong.Too low. Too plain. No chandelier. No familiar lines. No scent of the Vale mansion. My heart skipped as awareness crept in, slow and cruel.This wasn’t my room.The banging continued, louder now, impatient, violent.I turned my head, and froze.She was standing a few feet away from the bed, wrapped in a thin robe, her hair loose and disheveled, her face pale with panic. For half a second, my mind betrayed me.Aria?No.No.Alina.“Fuck,” I breathed.Memories crashed into me all at once, sharp and unforgiving. The bar. The alcohol. The anger. The streetlights blurring as I had no

ALINA’S POV The cab finally stopped in front of a small hotel tucked between two aging buildings. The sign flickered like it was tired of trying. This will do, I told myself as I dragged my suitcase out, my arms sore, my spirit worse. I walked in, rain threatening behind me, and asked for the cheapest room they had. The receptionist didn’t even look annoyed. Just bored. “ID,” he said. I slid my card across the counter. He picked it up, glanced at it, then paused. His eyes flicked back to the screen in front of him. His jaw tightened. “I’m sorry,” he said, p