บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Forced Bride : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Chapter 12A Penthouse and a PrisonAmara’s POVThe Kane penthouse was nothing short of breathtaking. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering city skyline, and the marble floors gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. Everything screamed wealth and power, but to me, it felt like a gilded cage.Damian’s staff had been quick to settle me into the guest bedroom, a spacious suite bigger than my parents' entire living room. They had brought in fresh linens, stocked the closet with designer maternity clothes, and left an assortment of snacks on the nightstand. For a moment, I just stood there, speechless.I didn’t belong here. I would never level up to their standard.The door behind me swung open, and I turned to see Damian leaning casually against the frame. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his dark eyes scanned the room before settling on me. It was the most embarrassing moment for me, as I could sense him undressing me with his eyes."Is everythi

Chapter 14Timed BombSisi’s POVLiliana’s laughter came vibrating through the dimly lit lounge, her manicured fingers tapping against the rim of her martini glass. “Sisi, you’re over thinking this,” she said, leaning forward conspiratorially. “If you want Amara out of the picture, you don’t need to fight her outright. You need to be smart. Strategic.”I rolled my eyes, swirling the wine in my glass. “Strategic? Amara’s practically draped in luxury, living in Damian’s penthouse like some pampered queen. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here plotting like a villain in some cheap movie. It’s exhausting. My mother would soon run out of resources to provide for my needs if the election doesn't go well.”Liliana smirked. “You sound so bitter, darling.” Her tone was teasing, but her eyes sparkled with something darker...something calculating. “Look, if you want Damian and everything that comes with him, you have to play the long game. Fighting Amara openly is messy and predictable. You need to get insi

Chapter 16Uninvited Guest Amara's POVThe morning sunlight streamed slowly through the windows, illuminating Damian’s penthouse beautifully. Everything about his luxurious home screamed wealth...from the sleek furniture to the glass floors that seemed to gleam effortlessly. But as I sipped my tea at the dining table, my mind wasn’t on the luxury surrounding me at the moment.It was all on Sisi.She had been over the last two days, practically oozing sweetness and affection. It made my skin crawl in anger. I wasn’t stupid. Sisi didn’t change overnight, and her sudden interest in "rebuilding our sisterhood" was as suspicious as it was irritating. I could see through her act, and to be honest, she's doing a great job.The sound of Damian’s footsteps was what pulled me from my thoughts. He walked into the room, dressed in a tailored gray suit that fit him like a second skin. He looked effortlessly perfect as money was speaking, like he owned the world—and in many ways, he did. “Morning

Change 18Burning Desire Damian’s POVI walked slowly into the penthouse, exhaustion heavy on me like a great cloak. The day had been inconsiderably brutal...back-to-back compulsory meetings, endless negotiations, and of course, the usual chaos that comes from running a billion-dollar empire. But none of that could be compared to the trouble that had been brewing intensively inside me for weeks.As I bent to set my briefcase down and get my tie loosened, I quickly glanced around the living room. It was strangely quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that made my thoughts louder than it should be. Pouring myself rather a glass of whiskey to calm my nerves, I caught movement from the corner of my eye. I spurned around and saw her...Amara...standing just on the balcony. The sliding doors were left ajar, and the soft menacing glow of the city lights incredibly framed her silhouette like a painting.She looked so... so... so ethereal.Her loose soft curls danced gently to the sound of th

Chapter 20The DNA DeceptionDamian’s POV"You're staring," Amara said, raising her eyebrows at me as she scooped another bite of scrambled eggs into her mouth.I blinked, looking away quickly, feeling like I’d just been caught doing something criminal. “Sorry. Just… thinking.”She gave a soft chuckle and leaned back against the headboard. “Thinking? About what? How bad your takeout dinner’s going to be?”I smirked. “I happen to be very skilled at choosing the best takeout in the city, thank you very much.”“Mmmh,” she hummed, clearly not convinced. “We’ll see.”It felt easy too easy. Sitting there with her, laughing, sharing a plate of now-cold breakfast, I almost believed the chaos around us had finally paused.Almost.Because deep down, there was a storm brewing. I could feel it an itch beneath my skin I couldn’t shake. And just as I opened my mouth to say something else, maybe something stupid like “You’re beautiful when you laugh,” my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand.“Le