All Chapters of Forced to marry a Ruthless Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Desperate Measure

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

A Daughter For Sale

Father’s eyes flickered with irritation the moment Andrew spoke. His voice was calm, but it carried the arrogance of a man who thought power was his birthright. “I’m not your lifeline,” Andrew said, his smile curving like something wicked. “I’m your future. Without me, you don’t just fall, you vanish.” The air stiffened for some seconds, I caught the shift in Father’s face and that knowing, annoying, and angry glint that came before his temper. He straightened his shoulders, his knuckles whitened around the glass. For a moment, the mask slipped, and I saw raw fury flicker beneath the exhaustion. Then, with a bitter smile, he. raised his drink. “God willing. Let’s raise our glass for the future then,” he said. The click of glasses rang hollow, like bones knocking together. When dinner ended, Uncle Luke left with his usual calm grace, but Andrew lingered. He still wore that smug smile, the one that always made my skin crawl. His hand found my waist, claiming it. He leaned close, h

A Way Out

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

An Encounter

His words hit me harder than any shove. For a moment I thought no, I knew he was talking to me. My mind scrambled for a plan. Should I scream, should I stay quiet? My breath snagged, my throat too tight to decide. I moved backward without meaning to, instinct pulling me away from them, away from their presence. “Fuck! My heel of all things?” I curse as my heel caught on a coil of rope I'd left carelessly looped. The world leaned, my arms reached for nothing, and I saw the dark water below gaped wide, like a mouth waiting for me. The boat lurched. My balance betrayed me. Then gravity seized me. The sea swallowed me whole. Cold punched the air from my chest, shocking every nerve raw. Salt scorched my throat as it rushed in. My clothes grew heavy, dragging me deeper. I kicked wildly, arms thrashing, desperate for the surface. But the rope cinched tight around my ankle, tugging me down. I clawed at it, fingers shaking, nails scraping uselessly at the knot. Panic clawed at my rib

“Where I find peace "

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

“Love in borrowed time"

And just like that… the freedom I had begun to feel slipped through my fingers.The look on Andrew’s face was intense like a restrained storm, like a lion barely holding back its anger. But for once, I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t shaken. I simply walked past him and headed downstairs.“Are you feeling better?” he asked, his tone controlled, almost careful.“I’m fine,” I replied bluntly. “I have somewhere to be. We can talk later.”I didn’t wait for his response. I studied his expression briefly his eyes dimmed, something unreadable settling behind them but I turned away and continued walking.“Irene”He followed me outside and caught my hand.I paused, then slowly pulled my hand free. His grip tightened for a second before he let go. His eyes searched mine, demanding an explanation.I met his gaze, calm but firm.“Andrew, please… don’t apologize anymore,” I said quietly. “In fact, don’t apologize at all. It

“The begining of obsession”

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 shattered Rhythm”

I sat in the living room with my family, trying to find my footing in a tense, suffocating conversation. My parents were discussing the fate of our company—which ultimately meant discussing the fate of my future."I just don't understand this sudden trip to London," Dad muttered, aggressively rubbing his temples. "Why is he stalling the deal now? Especially after they've already agreed to all of our conditions."He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping as he detailed the grueling negotiations he’d endured. "I’m entirely in the dark. This guy is a scoundrel. He's playing games with me, trying to bleed us dry so he can take the company free of charge. I simply don't see any other explanation."My heart ached at the sight of him. He sounded so bewildered, so unwilling to keep fighting. The sheer exhaustion on his face pushed me to step in, desperate to offer him some shred of assurance."Then don't sell the company to him, Dad," I urged softly

“The price of a heart ”

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

“The Glass Divide”

I was in my studio, breathing heavily as I stepped back from the canvas. The air smelled of oil paint and turpentine. Wiping a streak of color from my hands, I reached for my ringing phone. It was him. "Hello, Irene! I was just about to call you," James chuckled, his voice instantly warming my chest. "Go ahead, my love," I smiled, holding the phone tight against my ear. "No, you speak first," he insisted gently. "Alright. Today, I want to introduce you to my brother. Would you be up for it?" "Your brother?" The surprise in his voice quickly melted into warmth. "Of course. I would love to." "That’s wonderful! So, what were you going to say?" A heavy silence fell over the line. When he finally spoke, his voice was unnervingly quiet, as if a sudden weight had dropped onto his shoulders. "I'll... I'll tell you when I see you." "Okay..." I said, trying to ignore the sudden flutter of anxiety in my stomach. "In that case, can you meet us at the restaurant in an hour?" "Does it hav

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