Semua Bab Forced To Marry: Claimed By The Obsessed Billionaire: Bab 1 - Bab 10

(Helen’s POV)Every step down the red carpet of the Chicago Cathedral felt like it weighed a ton. The freezing church air sent chills down my arms and up the back of my neck, but the worst part was the burning in my stomach—my gut was completely tied in knots of pure terror. Beneath the thick lace veil, I tried to control my ragged breathing, swallowing the metallic taste of blood that still lingered from my father's assault.Why did Genna have to run away right now? Why did she have to leave me behind to pay for this damned debt?I understood her desperation. Genna had been raised inside a glass bubble, watched over by nannies and molded by my father to be the perfect sacrifice. But not me. I fought to go to a normal school, I made friends, and I saved every penny I could in a secret bank account. I was eighteen years old with a million plans. I was supposed to start college next month, to live, to see the world. Instead, my dreams of freedom were murdered the moment my older sister

(Helen’s POV)The ride to my new prison was a desert of silence. Damian Vance didn't look at me a single time as the armored car cut through the dark, freezing streets of downtown Chicago. He remained in the backseat, typing on his phone, his expression as rigid as a tombstone. I curled up against the door, the champagne taking its toll in a slight dizziness that only worsened my nausea.When the vehicle finally pulled over, we weren't at a suburban mansion, but rather in front of one of the most imposing skyscrapers in the city center. We rode the private elevator straight to the penthouse. The moment the doors slid open, I was met with an empire of minimalist luxury, glass, and dark marble. Uniformed staff stood waiting in a line, their heads bowed low. No one dared look Damian in the eye."This is your new home," his deep voice cut through the silence, cold and devoid of any warmth. "My staff will provide whatever you want. If you need anything, ask them. Never come to disturb me."

(Damian’s POV)To the rest of the world, I was merely the ruthless CEO of Vance Global Holdings. An untouchable billionaire who controlled Chicago's largest investment funds and skyscrapers. But the truth behind my empire was far darker. My family belonged to an elite criminal organization, a syndicate that operated in the shadows of high society. I possessed the money, the connections, and the sheer power required to get absolutely anything I wanted in this life—including making people vanish from the map without leaving a single trace.I stood in my private dressing room, adjusting the tie of my tailored black suit. It was my wedding day. To any outsider, this would be considered a cursed marriage, a forced arrangement built on a blood debt. But to me, it was the final execution of a plan I had been orchestrating in secret for years.When I was eighteen, my father, Arthur Vance, discovered that Vittorio Rossi had been stealing from our companies. Rossi had pulled off a colossal fina

(Helen’s POV)The drive back to the neighborhood where my family’s estate was located took a little over an hour. My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind. I knew that house was only a temporary rental for the wedding; as soon as the transition was complete, my father intended to move my sisters far away from Chicago, all the way down to Texas. I had to act today, or I would never see my girls again.I was wearing simple but high-quality clothes I found in the penthouse closet: tight black leggings that allowed me to move easily, and a looser, oversized hoodie over it.When the armored car pulled up in front of the house, Damian’s two burly security guards climbed out first. They scanned the surroundings suspiciously before opening the door for me."We’ll be waiting right out here, Mrs. Vance. Don't be long," one of them warned, crossing his arms."I'm just going to grab my books and say goodbye to my sisters," I replied, keeping my voice steady as I walked inside.The moment I crossed th

(Damian’s POV)The silence inside the high-rise Chicago penthouse was almost absolute. I glanced at the gold watch on my wrist: it was past one in the morning. The farce of a marriage to the Rossi bloodline had finally been sealed at the altar, and the substitute bride was exactly where she belonged—confined and under my roof. Helen was young, untouched, and possessed an insolence that irritated me as much as it turned me on, but I had established the rules. A three-day truce would be more than enough time for her voluptuous body to process the heavy weight of my name.I walked into my office, loosening the knot of my dark tie. I sat behind the heavy mahogany desk, surrounded by financial reports and screens monitoring the operations of Vance Global Holdings and the movements of our syndicate. My chronic insomnia would offer me no respite tonight. I needed to organize the transition and corporate merger paperwork before dawn.The soft sound of the office door opening without warning m