All Chapters of Forced to Marry my Ex-Boyfriend's Psychopath Older Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eden’s Point of ViewI didn’t think it would be this hard… typically when there is this level of awkwardness between a man and a woman, especially in the little romance books I read and the soap operas I caught up with—The man usually leaves the bed to sleep on the couch to make his partner comfortable.I guess the law of common sense doesn’t apply to our Theron.My heart sank and breath faltered when Theron emerged from the bathroom, in his pajama pants, allowing me to see just how long his legs truly are. My eyes trailed up from his legs to his narrow waist, and then towards the very broad shoulders that rested on them. My mouth fell open as my eyes studied his rock-hard muscles and abs, how did he have such body if he spends more than half of his life in the emergency room?He was so ripped, but one wouldn’t know considering how he was dressed, always in formal layered clothes, as if he suffered from a serious cold.It was no doubt that my husband had a great body, so much for his

Giselle’s Point of ViewThe wait for morning to come was just so agonizing, by the time Thorne and I had finished speaking, my husband, Keegan was already asleep. I couldn’t wake him to tell him some nonsense like that especially since I know he was going to have such hectic day tomorrow in the hospital.I didn’t even know how long I spent pondering, and turning but I ended up falling asleep on the thought.“I knew there is something wrong with the girl.” I snapped the moment I stepped into the dinning room. Keegan was already dressed for his day, he sat at the head of the table, flipping through the morning news while drinking coffee.He glanced up at me, and then smiled.“You woke up quite late today, My love.” He mused. “Is anything the problem? Couldn’t you sleep, or do you need some time off from work?”I shook my head vehemently.“I couldn’t sleep a wink last night.” I confessed as I pulled out the chair next to him, and sat down, placing my emerald green Birkin on the table

Eden’s Point of ViewI robbed my chest, my stomach grumbling again as soon as I entered into the restaurant, the smell of food filled the air.Ugh, I hoped Theron hurry up, so we can eat before I sleep.“Sexy lady.” A much older man, about the age of 45-50, whistled at me as I passed the reception area. I ignored him and almost immediately he grabbed by the arm.I spun around to see this staggering, drunk man smiling weirdly at me, this man is so insistent.“Let go of me.” I snapped trying to wrench back my arms from his grip.“You are so beautiful, little lady.” He slurred and I held my breath because his mouth smelled like rotten fish. I was mortified, was he drinking for three days straight? I almost covered my nose when his fingers dug into my skin, causing me pain. “Do you want to come with me to my room? Hehe, I will give you the night of your life.”“Let me go.” I yelled again, my eyes darting around but no one seemed interested in us.“Are you shy? I pay pretty well too.” He ch

Theron’s Point of ViewI didn’t think it would be so easy to fool the doctor, she was quite sharp and quick witted, but turns out that at the end of the day, she remains a woman who is needing of love. Well, all of this works in my advantage, I don’t need to cajole her for too long, it would be such a hassle if I had to.During the entire flight, she was quiet, she had earbuds on at some point, just listening softly to her music whilst she nodded her head.She didn’t notice but I watched her the entire time, one of her hands was fixed in the pocket of the sweatpants she was wearing, while the other one clutched a book tightly; she purchased the book while we got to the airport. I guess she was trying to avoid any form of confrontation from me.A knowing smile tugged at my lips as I wondered what her decision would be when we reached San Francisco.Would she decide to change her mind and not sleep with me? Or will she be willing to still sleep with me? She had a nerve of steel but she

Eden’s Point of ViewThe ride away from Theron’s parent’s place was very quiet, Theron rested his head against the window of the car, as we travelled: we were probably on our way to Theron’s house, and that was the least I needed at this point.The weekend was a hassle.The wedding, the journey, the honeymoon—everything, I was bone sore tired, my body ached in ways I couldn’t explain. I nearly sobbed at the fact that we would be going to work tomorrow, I am back to my sleep irregularity as from then.So, tonight is the only restful night I have. My gaze flickered in Theron’s direction, he seemed sad, or was I just overthinking it? I had never seen him like that, down and defeated; For some reason, I just couldn’t drown away the pained expression on his face when he found his mother speaking with me. There is no child who wants to hear such horrible things about them from their own mother, especially when they are talking to someone else; it hurts, that much I can understand.“Are yo