All Chapters of Forced To Be The Billionaire's Wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ETHAN I stood there, watching her disappear into the hallway while her last words kept echoing in my head over and over again.“You’re so terrifying,” she had said, and it felt twice like a slap to my face.It wasn't the first time someone said such words to me, Vivienne had a lot of times. But hers felt like a dagger had been pierced right through my chest. I tried to breathe, but every breath scraped painfully inside me. I didn’t even notice when my back leaned against the wall. My legs felt weak. Before I understood what was happening, I slid down until I was sitting on one of the steps.I stared at my hands, like they had some answers to my unasked questions. I didn’t plan to shout at her.I didn’t plan to drag her.I didn’t plan to lose my temper like an animal.I ran my hands over my face and whispered to myself, the words escaping before I could stop them. “I wasn’t supposed to shout at her… I wasn’t supposed…”I hated myself for being rational over a mere conversation. Mayb

ALVINAAfter Natasha invited me for a drink, I honestly didn’t want to go. I felt this was something Ethan must have discussed with her. Probably to get words out of my mouth, or something.But I also knew refusing would look rude.So I followed her to the small lounge beside the dining room. She poured juice for both of us, and I sat stiffly, wrapping my fingers around the cold glass.She smiled calmly at me, but it didn’t ease me a bit.“Thank you for showing up,” she said, crossing her legs. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to say yes.”I forced a small smile. “I try not to be rude.”“You proved me wrong,” she added lightly. “You know, you’re braver than you look.”I didn’t know if that was a compliment or a warning, so I just nodded.There was a short silence, then she asked, “How did you and Ethan meet?”My heart made a jump. Of all the questions… that one.I hesitated, staring at the rim of my glass.She noticed immediately.“You can talk to me,” she said gently. “Anything we s

ALVINATwo days passed after that last fight with Ethan.Ethan left for work early that morning. I heard the front door close, and the house went quiet again. I sat on the bed, hugging my knees, trying to convince myself that I didn’t care… and that the silence between us felt good.But somehow, it didn't.The more I acted like I was cool with everything, the more hurt I became. I mean, it did work out so well before. But after watching him fight with his dreams that night, that brave part of me shattered.I was still staring at the wall when my phone vibrated beside me. I didn't expect anyone would call me since this was a new phone and a new SMS card Ethan had just gotten me a week ago.And if you asked me why he did that... I'd say, I have no idea either.What surprised me more was the number calling. Not even in my weirdest dream would I forget those digits. It was mum's.How did she get my new line? Could it be that Ethan was right when he said someone within had eyes on me?Howe

ETHANThe drive felt longer than any trip I had ever taken. My chest was beating so fast the whole time, and my hands wouldn’t stop clenching the steering wheel.When my phone rang, I almost threw it. But when I saw the caller ID, one of my secret workers, I picked it instantly.“Sir,” the man said, “we found her. Miss Frost is in her home.”My heart stopped for a second. Her home?“Where?” I demanded.He mentioned the location, one small street I had never even heard of. The further he explained the route, the more silent I became. When he finished, I simply said:“I’m on my way.”I drove faster than I should. Natasha called twice, but I ignored her. All I wanted was to see for myself that Alvina was safe and alive.When I reached the area, I slowed down. The neighborhood was quiet, with old houses. Some needed repairs, while the majority of them had no fences nor gates. A place so simple anyone could walk past without noticing.And she lived here?When I stopped in front of the hous

ETHANI couldn’t sleep that night.I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. My gazes were fixed in front, staring at nowhere in particular while my mind replayed everything that happened in Alvina’s home. I couldn't get over the anger, the hurt, the disappointment she had earlier displayed. In fact, her voice was all I could hear in my head, banging repeatedly. But then, none of that pained me as much as the truth behind it.This mess wasn’t because of her, it was because of my mother.If she hadn’t walked in on Alvina that night… if she hadn’t thrown insults at her like she was nothing… Alvina would still be in my house. She would still be safe. She would still be close.But now she is gone. Funny enough, she wasn’t hiding. She went back to that small, old house she grew up in. A house I never expected someone like her to return to. A place that told me everything about the kind of woman she was.And because of my mother’s hatred… because of he