SOLACE

Sienna POV “Dad, you’re too slow!” I shouted over my shoulder, laughing so hard my stomach hurt. Behind me, my father laughed loudly as he chased after me, his footsteps heavy on purpose like he was pretending to be some giant monster and I was his tiny prey trying to escape. “Come back here, little thief!” he called between laughs. “You stole my biscuit!” “You said I could have it!” I yelled back, running even faster. “I changed my mind!” He teased, still chasing after me. “Goodness, you are only eight but you run so fast!” I laughed harder and kept running deeper into the field, past the old tree and farther into the tall grass where my mother always warned me not to go but I was too happy to care. I turned briefly to look behind me, still smiling, still laughing, and that was when the ground disappeared beneath my feet. A scream tore from my throat as I fell. The pit had been covered with dry hay and weak branches, hidden so well I never saw it, causing me to land so hard

BLOODLINE AND BETRAYAL

Lucian POV “I did you a favour, Lucian. A huge favour!” I stared at my grandfather like I had never truly seen him before. For years, I had mistaken control for care. I had convinced myself that his coldness was discipline, that his cruelty was wisdom, that every decision he forced on me was for the good of the family, the company, the legacy but standing there now, hearing him speak about Sienna like she was some inconvenience to be removed, something disposable, I realized something terrifying. He had never cared about me. He cared about ownership, about power, about bloodlines and signatures and family names carved into buildings. “You met with her?” I repeated slowly, my voice low and dangerous. “You cornered my wife while I was too blind to see what was happening, and you call that a favor?” His expression remained calm, almost irritated by my reaction. “Yes,” he said firmly. “Because someone had to protect what you were too weak to protect yourself from.” I laughed then,

THOUGHTS ON A JOURNEY

Sienna POV The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains and landed softly across my face, warm enough to disturb my heavy sleep. I groaned quietly, twisting deeper into the sheets before stretching my arms above my head, my body still sore and tired in places I didn’t want to think about. For a few seconds, I let myself stay there, suspended between sleep and waking, where nothing hurt and nothing had to be remembered. Then I slowly opened my eyes and nearly jumped out of my mind. I jerked back against the bed when I found Adrian standing beside it, arms folded across his chest, looking down at me like he had been there for a while. He broke into a wide grin immediately. “Morning, beautiful.” I stared at him for a second before letting out a small, sleepy chuckle, rubbing my knuckles against my eyes like I could erase the sleep completely. “Morning, Adrian,” I muttered, my voice still thick with sleep. He shook his head, amused. “It is almost twelve noon,” he said. “At

All Chapters of Forced to Marry My Enemy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 63

SOLACE

BLOODLINE AND BETRAYAL

THOUGHTS ON A JOURNEY