All Chapters of FORCED TO MARRY MY SISTER'S BILLIONAIRE FIANCE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The wine glass slipped from my fingers.I didn't hear it break. All I could hear was my father’s low voice through the gap in the study door.“Teresa…the only way to save the company… De Luca's has agreed to pay all our debts, but they want a marriage connection.”My mother sighed. “Then Gabrielle will do it. Elena is too young for marriage, so we can't lose this chance.”I pressed my back against the hallway wall. Ahead, the grand staircase led down to the ballroom, where guests were celebrating my parents' wedding anniversary.My father cleared his throat. “Gabrielle won't agree. She's always been stubborn.”“We agreed on this months ago,” Mother said coldly. “Gabrielle has no big dreams, no job plans. She's been living in our house doing nothing. At least this way, she'll finally be useful.”The words hit me like a slap. I pressed my hand over my mouth.“She won't agree,” Father said quietly.“She doesn't need to agree.” Mother’s voice turned sharp. “She's our daughter. She'll do

The guests had left by the time I left the sitting room; I could still hear the faint echo of their cars pulling away outside. I walked down the hallway past the family portraits, feeling lost. I did not know where I was going.My father's words echoed in my head…”I will bring you home in handcuffs. "Each step I take makes them louder instead of fading away," and he meant it. I saw it in his eyes, that cold, hard look I had never seen before.I climbed the stairs, my hand sliding on the wooden railing. The house was quiet like it was holding its breath, waiting for me to break.At the top of the stairs, I stopped.Elena's door was closed, but a sliver of light was shining under the dark floor.My sister…The one who started this, the one who looked at Damiano De Luca and said no and then looked at me and said, "Here, you can take him."I should have been angry; I was angry. But anger was not what I felt right now.I felt desperate.I knocked. Soft at first, then harder."Elena.""I kn

The voice came again, close.I didn't know it was morning already.The light through the barred window looked pale. My back hurt from sleeping on the cold floor. I did not know how long I had been there; my hand still hurt, and my cheek was wet with tears. I did not remember crying.I stood up and looked around the room; the bars on the window cast shadows on the floor.I pressed my ear to the door and listened. I heard footsteps in the hallway and my mother's voice.She was laughing.While I am here in a room that feels like a tomb.I banged my fist against the door."Let me out!"The footsteps stopped.Then they started again, walking away.I banged harder. "Please!"My vision blurred as hot tears formed behind my eyes.I wiped my face with the back of my hand and hated myself for crying.Crying never changed anything.I heard the lock turn.The door opened and my mother stepped inside. She wore a cream-coloured dress, and her hair was pinned up. She looked like she was going to a p

The minister's voice faded as the words sat on my tongue like a cat cut my tongue."Gabrielle," he said again. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"I do," I whispered.The words tasted like ash as my voice cracked. The guests probably thought I was emotional. But I was choking on the lie.Damiano stood beside me; his eyes scanned the crowd. He had not looked at me once during my vows.The minister turned to him."Damiano, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"Damiano blinked for a second; I thought he would not answer. His gaze drifted past me."Damiano," the minister repeated."Yeah," Damiano mumbled. "I do."He still did not look at me. The minister cleared his throat in confusion. "The rings?"Damiano fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out a simple gold band. His hands were clumsy as he reached for my hand. His fingers were warm but his touch was careless. He slid the ring onto my finger without looking and I did the same too.It was so loose t