All Chapters of Forced Marriage with Four Brothers: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

(Author’s POV)The heat of the morning sun was rising, and Ian and Amelia had been walking for over an hour when a distant rumble of an engine echoed from behind them. Ian immediately turned, squinting against the sun, and saw a white SUV approaching. He instinctively stepped to the side of the road, raising his hand.The car slowed and finally came to a stop in front of them. The driver, a middle-aged man, rolled down the window. “Need a lift?”“Yeah. We’d really appreciate it” Ian smiled, slightly relieved.Without asking too much, the man opened the back doors for them. Ian let Amelia get in first before sliding in beside her. The vehicle smelled faintly of lemon air freshener and

(Author’s POV)As the meal continued with light chatter and the occasional clinking of cutlery, the dining room door opened softly. Amelia stepped in, her eyes scanning the room nervously. She had changed into the clothes Aurora gave her, simple but comfortable and looked far more composed than she did in the morning, though her eyes still held a trace of unease.Her gaze landed on Ian instantly.He was laughing at something Asher just said, chopsticks in hand, a piece of egg barely hanging before he popped it in his mouth. On Ian’s left, Asher gave him a playful nudge, while on his right, Aurora sat, smiling, talking softly with Owen who was diagonally across the table.Amelia’s smile dimmed a little. She had spent the most intense, terrifying night of her life with Ian. He had protected her, cared for her, even gave her his warmth in that cold abandoned building. But now… now he seemed unreachable again. Surrounded by love, by people, by his world.As if sensing her presence, Aurora

(Author’s POV)Next morning, sunlight streamed softly through the curtains of Amelia’s guest room, casting a golden hue across the neatly arranged space. But she didn’t move. Instead, she sat up in bed, her back resting against the headboard, lost in a sea of thoughts. Her mind replayed every word from her conversation with Ian the previous night, the glow in his eyes when he spoke about Aurora, the reverence in his voice, the unwavering love all four brothers shared for their wife.It burned. That kind of love. Unshakeable. Immovable. Complete.Amelia curled her knees to her chest and hugged them, resting her chin on top. “They adore her,” She whispered bitterly to herself. “I&

(Author’s POV)Everyone was gathered in the living room, except for Amelia. After Owen introduced his brothers and Aurora, the room fell into a brief, awkward silence, no one quite sure how to begin the conversation.It was Amelia’s mother who finally spoke, her tone polite but edged with impatience. “Could we… first see our daughter?”Owen gave a short nod. “Of course,” Owen gave a short nod. “Take them to Miss Amelia’s guest room” He turned to one of the maids. The maid bowed slightly before leading the way upstairs. Amelia’s parents exchanged

(Author’s POV)The next morning, Amelia woke up with a victorious glint in her eyes, her lips curling into a self-satisfied smile. She lay in bed for a moment, savoring the thought of the little game she was about to play. All she needed was patience and the right moves.Humming softly to herself, Amelia got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower seemed to sharpen her determination. She dressed in a soft pastel dress given by Aurora. Her hair was styled neatly, a few strands framing her face to add a touch of softness. Today, she was going to charm her way into their hearts or at least Ian’s.By the time she reached the kitchen, the morning bustle was already underway. James was standing at the center of it all, giving calm but precise instructions to the chefs and maids. The smell of fresh bread and brewing coffee filled the air. The clinking of utensils and rustle of aprons created a domestic rhythm.The staff turned their heads when they sensed a presen