บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Forced Bride : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter 22The Kiss of ConfusionAmara’s POV"You still harbor the thought that I’m lying, don’t you?" I asked, standing just a few feet away from Damian, with him staring hard at the photograph in his hand, the one someone had sneaked in together with that unmarked envelope, the one containing the picture of me with Victor.He didn’t answer right away, he just kept calm like he had to think hard to get the answer.I waited for seconds, expecting a response, but instead, he exhaled through his nose like he was intentionally holding back everything he prepared to say. His jaw tightened in anger. That damn, infuriating jaw which only has business with tightening up only when he was overthinking things.“I didn’t even have the slightest idea that photo existed,” I said again, my tone softer this time. “It isn't a recent picture, but one from months ago. Before any of this started happening. Before you came into the picture. Before the… pregnancy.”He turned slightly line that caught his

Chapter 24 Uninvited Guest 3Amara’s POV“You might really want to clear that table after now,” a cool, well polished and outspoken voice rang through the hallway all of a sudden.A little confused at first, I blinked hard for a second.That when I heard the familiar sound again.Click. Clack. Click. Clack.The calculated sound of designer heels raging war on the floor. It was too sharp. Too sharp for my ear, enough to disrupt the remaining peace I was beginning to get used to after my broken heart. I dragged myself lazily from the bed, I didn't try to change. I was still in yesterday’s oversized hoodie, then made my way to the hallway completely tired.There she was again.Vanessa.She had appeared bearing flawlessness, smug. And standing right in my living room, clutching on a damn paint and with swatch in one hand.“What in the name of hell is going on?” I croaked, my voice weirdly hoarse from the effect of crying through most of the night.She turned slowly, then grudgily offeri

Chapter 26Jealous SilenceDamian’s POV“Do you crave strawberries or Vanilla slices this time?”Her infectious laughter rang uncontrollably through the hallway like damn music. Soft, warm, soothing... his music.“I want both flavors, Dr. Rami,” Amara teased, from the living room, still laughing heartily. “Don’t sin by depriving a high hormonal pregnant woman of options.”“Coming right up, Sunshine,” he replied sweetly, in his playfully manner.Sunshine?He just called her that sweet name again. Not even minding if I'm around, loud enough for me to hear as far as from my office upstairs. He knew very well I was home. That hypocritic bastard did it on purpose. He was doing everything within his power to frustrate me in my house, and funny enough, it was actually getting to me. I never expected to be in such situation. I hate the feeling that was tormenting me. The feeling of being vulnerable and accountable. I have been doing everything to escape it, but it wasn't working.I gritted my

Chapter 28A Bride for SaleAmara’s POV“Amara, turn on your TV.”That was Rami’s voice, coming with so much urgency. I barely gathered time to inquire of what was happening before the sound of flashing cameras and heavy chatter filled the living room. I had turned the channel to Capital News Live.My mother, Caroline stood with her fake smiles on a podium, perfectly polished, her energy giving that of a person in control. And right beside her was none other than Victor looking all smug.“Ladies and gentlemen,” My mother started, her voice ringing with practiced confidence, “I’m greatly honored to finally announce the engagement of my daughter, Amara Benson, to the one and only distinguished businessman, Victor Kane. The wedding preparations has been made, and would take place in next month. Thank you.”My jaw dropped in shock. “She didn’t just…”“She actually did,” Rami said grimly. “And right now, unless you step in and stop her, the press will take the wheel and own that headline b

Chapter 30The Dinner DateAmara’s POV“Tell me you have plans tomorrow night,” Rami said as he handed me a chilled bottle of water, his tall frame leaning casually against the counter in his clinic’s private recovery room. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, veins tracing his forearms like delicate blue maps, and he was smiling at me like he already knew the answer.I narrowed my eyes, suspicious. “Plans? You mean more checkups where you force feed me carrot sticks and lecture me about iron rich meals?”He chuckled, the sound warm and low, sending an involuntary flutter through me. “No, Sunshine. I mean dinner. A real one. Somewhere beautiful. Somewhere you can forget… all this.”“All this” could have meant so many things; the penthouse with its constant tension, Damian’s freezing silence, Vanessa’s smirks, or my own heartbeat that had been sprinting with anxiety for weeks. I wanted to say no, to be strong and remind myself not to blur lines with this man who made smiling feel easy. Bu