All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Forced Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The silence that remained after Alexander Lucas spoke stayed in the room long after the words ended.“Then I’ll deal with it.”He had said it calmly, like he wasn’t bothered by what was happening, but something about it disturbed me more than if he had raised his voice.Because men like Alexander Lucas did not make empty statements, they made decisions with power and control.I lay still on my side of the bed, staring into the darkness. The city lights beyond the curtains cast faint shadows across the ceiling. Beside me, he had already gone quiet again, as if nothing meaningful had happened. So far, it looked like I was the only one bothered by this contract marriage.I continued staring. Sleep became impossible. This deadly mansion had totally changed everything about me.The way I thought. The way I spoke. The way I watched people before trusting them.Even now, I was lying beside a man who was technically my husband, legally my husband, publicly my husband…Yet privately, he remain

My mind was still in chaos as I walked through the hallway. Outside felt colder than before. Every sound seemed sharper than normal. The quiet footsteps of the staff. The distant ticking of a clock. Even the soft movement of curtains near the windows felt deliberate.I slowly walked back toward the bedroom, replaying every one of Mr. Alexander’s words in my mind.Watch everyone carefully.Especially those who appear too friendly.Watch Lucas most of all.But the last statement unsettled me the most.What exactly did he mean?Complicated… or did Alexander Lucas have plans involving me that even he had not accepted yet?Or was his grandfather simply playing dangerous mind games?I began asking myself unusual questions, because with that man, nothing was ever clear.When I entered the bedroom, everything looked different. Lucas was standing by the window, one hand in his pocket, speaking quietly on the phone.The moment I stepped inside, he looked up and our eyes met. Immediately, he end

Mr. Alexander smiled again, like everything was going well.That smile stayed in the room like smoke after fire.No one moved immediately. Also, no one spoke. The heavy silence between us had become its own language in this family one made of warnings, old grudges, and things never explained. Everything remained complicated.I kept my posture calm, though every instinct inside me had sharpened.Lucas still stood beside me, only half a step closer than before, but I felt the change. It was subtle, almost invisible.Protective. Or possessive.With him, those two things could easily look the same.Mr. Alexander calmly rested both of his hands on the top of his cane and looked around the room like a king reviewing pieces on a board.“Well,” he said at last, “must everyone stand there looking wounded by history? Are you people new to the history?”William laughed first, almost mockingly. “Grandfather, some of us are enjoying history.”Immediately, Mira shot him an irritated glance. “You en

His hand did not leave mine. That was the first thing I noticed. Not even the cameras. Not the whispers of people. Not even the way the atmosphere shifted the moment we stepped back into the ballroom.It was his hand. Holding me firm, intentional, and Unapologetic.But deep down I knew Alexander Lucas did nothing without reason. And right now, he was making a statement. I didn’t look at him immediately. I couldn’t. Because if I did, I wasn’t sure what I would find in his expression, but that uncertainty unsettled me more than anything else that had happened tonight.Instead, I focused as if I wasn’t bothered. The ballroom had not changed, yet everything felt different.People were watching. Not casually. Not politely but deliberately.“Isabella, don’t react,” Lucas murmured under his breath, his voice low enough that only I could hear.“Yes, I wasn’t planning to.”“Good.” He replied silently.But his grip tightened slightly, as if he didn’t entirely believe me.We walked further into

For a brief moment, I honestly thought I had heard her wrong.The ballroom noise faded strangely around me, becoming distant beneath the sudden pounding in my chest.“Someone your husband once nearly destroyed himself for” The word came again in my heart.I kept my expression calm somehow, but my eyes returned to the entrance immediately. The woman in red moved through the ballroom as if she belonged there.Not carefully, not nervously, but she walked confidently.People greeted her with respect as she passed, but she barely slowed down for any of them. She continued walking, her attention seemed fixed somewhere ahead of her, sharp and deliberate beneath the elegance she wore so effortlessly.And then I realized exactly where she was looking. It was Alexander Lucas.My stomach tightened unexpectedly. Beside me, Vivian exhaled softly. Like a scene is about to shout.“This should be interesting,” Vivian murmured.“I’m beginning to hate that word.”“Isabella… You’ll hate this situation m