All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forced Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I’m Vincent Isabella, currently approaching my 30s. Looking at the mirror, I’m a tall and beautiful girl with long hair. I had just dropped out of college five years ago when my parents died in a terrible car accident, and the same accident left my only sister, Vincent Amelia, in a coma since then.I was the only one left. The heavy and huge amount of Amelia’s medical bills rested on my shoulders, along with the debt my parents left behind.Since then, my life hasn’t been balanced or near stability. Literally, I was living a very poor life.I worked double shifts at a restaurant downtown just to sort the endless pile of bills waiting for me, and also to take good care of myself.At the restaurant where I worked double shifts day and night, I was always mocked by Lura, Earnshaw, and other co-workers, laughing and joking about me. Despite my working double shifts, I could not even afford to eat well or wear better clothes, but I was less concerned about that. I move on.In the evening,

When I got to my apartment, the landlord was already waiting for me in the house compound. He approached me, asking about the house rent, which I had yet to pay but had been due for several weeks.Right now, I could not offer him anything other than to beg for more time, but his tone was as harsh and serious as ever.“You just have three days left,” the landlord said angrily before walking away.Entering my room, I realized I hadn’t eaten anything since morning. I was really hungry. I checked the fridge, but nothing was there. I just drank water and lay down.I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. All my thoughts were on how to get money to sort out all the piled-up bills. I continued staring at the ceiling, remembering the doctor’s warning until I unconsciously fell asleep.I was woken up by my phone ringing. Slowly, I picked up the call. It was Mr. Sam speaking.“Hello, Isabella. When do you want to clear the debt your parents owe me? I desperately need money now.”“Yes, sir, I will pay

After the 24-hour work, I got home tired and lay on my bed. The card was still in my hand. I hadn’t made a decision yet. I was still looking at it, deliberating on the disadvantages and the chaos the contract marriage could bring into my life.I couldn’t sleep.I kept turning on the bed. My mind was filled with different thoughts — Amelia’s urgent condition, debt pressure, contract marriage, and five million dollars.Really, everything was too complicated. Within me, the emotional tension was higher than ever.Soon, I would resume work by 12 noon instead of 8 a.m. because I had worked both day and night yesterday. That was the nature of my work.I couldn’t stop feeling frustrated and helpless.“Before resuming work today, I must visit the hospital to check Amelia’s condition, even if it means begging the hospital authority for more time,” I said bravely to myself.I took my bath and dressed up casually. Checking my phone, the hospital emergency section had sent me a message.“Hello Mi