All Chapters of Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The sharp knock on my bedroom door came like a bullet to my chest. Before I could respond, the door swung open and my mother stepped in, her perfume sweeping through the air like an announcement of war. “Irene, I swear to God, I will not see your face if you are not downstairs within five minutes. I don’t understand why you’re still hiding in here when everyone is waiting downstairs.” Her voice carried no warmth, only command. My fingers froze around the brush in my hand, and for a moment I thought I'd misheard her. “Who?” I whispered, though in the pit of my stomach I already knew. “Irene! This evening is crucial for your father,” she snapped, marching closer. “It is important for all of us, too. Do you want to see your father get jailed? Our only chance is to buy Uncle Luke and Andrew for your father's business.” “Mom, I can't force it anymore,” My voice cracked, the smirk that followed bitter and defensive. “Mom, how many times do I have to say it? I can’t keep faking love for

I know I couldn’t ask father for much anymore. Not with the way things were. His company was bleeding out, slipping further toward bankruptcy with each day and even though he tried to hide it, but as the eldest and the only one my mom was persuading to push for Andrew’s hands. I’ve seen the weight dragging his shoulder lower. I couldn’t bring myself to pile more burden onto him, not when he was already drowning. So this morning, I made a choice. I gathered up some of my sketches and paintings, some pieces I’ve guarded like treasure and I sold them. The gallery owner smiled politely as he handed me the envelope of cash. I had planned something grand, something my friends would talk about for weeks, but now everything had to shrink to fit into the small money I made from my paintings. Even though it wasn’t the party I dreamed of, I would not let the cracks in my family’s life show here and let my friends notice anything, not tonight. I would give my friend laughter, music , and

For the very first time in my life, I was happy I was born. Not lying I enjoyed every dime of the time I spent with him on the boat. His sparkling eyes kept twisting my stomach, making my throat rumble, and my skin tighten with craving. Just one touch just that first touch had awakened something in me I didn’t even know was there. I leaned against the bed, replaying it in my mind, my lips curving without permission. I was lost, completely lost in the echo of his laughter, the heat of his palm brushing mine, the weightless freedom he made me feel. Until the door creaked open. My brother stepped in, his shadow cutting through my thoughts. Worry sat heavy on his face, brows drawn, lips pressed tight. My chest jerked, my heartbeat stumbling like I’d been caught doing something forbidden. I whipped my gaze to him, irritation sparking hot to cover my panic. “Has anyone told you it is good to knock before entering?” I snapped, my voice sharper than intended. He’d startled me, calling me

I took him to one of the finest art galleries in the city. It felt……right. I watched him as he moved slowly from one painting to another, his eyes attentive, thoughtful. At some point, I pulled out my phone and took a picture of him. When I looked at it, my breath caught.He looked even more handsome in stillness. And in that quiet moment, I realized something unsettling My feelings for him were no longer fleeting. They were growing… steadily, deeply… like something alive inside me. “You’re very well received here,” someone nearby murmured, offering a compliment. I barely heard them,my attention was fixed on James.He stood before one of my paintings, his gaze lingering longer than usual. There was something in his expression recognition, perhaps. A memory. For a second, I wondered if he was thinking about the f

 The music had carried me away, plunging me immensely into a river of warmth and love. But the peace was shattered in a second. A harsh, violent noise erupted from downstairs. I snapped my laptop shut, my heart leaping into my throat. It sounded like a vicious argument. Driven by a cold spike of dread, I stepped out of my room to see what was happening."Never in my life have I heard such a sickening suggestion!" my dad roared, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings."Richard, dear, please calm down," Mom pleaded, her tone dripping with a forced, placating warmth.I crept to the edge of the staircase, peering down into the living room. Dad's face was flushed with pure, unadulterated fury. His muscles were violently tense."You think we can bargain on this topic? Is that it?" Dad snarled."Richard, please!" Mom kept begging, but Dad’s voice only grew louder, drawing the attention of the maids and Charles, who hurried into the room to s