Lahat ng Kabanata ng FORCED TO MARRY MY SISTER'S BILLIONAIRE FIANCE : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The question hung in the air, and the room went completely silent.Luca stood there, staring up at Damiano, waiting for an answer. Lia was beside him, clutching her gift bag against her chest.Damiano didn't move; his gaze was locked on Luca, and then, slowly, it shifted to Lia.My heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it in my ears.I'd pictured this moment a thousand times. I'd imagined sitting my children down when they were old enough to understand and telling them about their father.But not once, did I imagine they'd ask him themselves. Damiano's face had gone pale."Luca..." I whispered.He looked at me, his small brow furrowed. "Is he?"I swallowed, my throat tight.Before I could answer, Damiano lowered himself until he was at eye level with my son. He searched Luca's face, and for a long, agonizing moment, neither of them spoke.Then Damiano looked at me, and what I saw in his eyes sent a chill through me.Shock, pain, and something deeper, something I had never seen th

Elena stood on my doorstep, her dark hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail.What was she doing here? How did she know where I lived? I took a step back, my heart hammering. Part of me wanted to pretend I wasn't home, but Elena wasn't the type to give up easily. She had driven here for a reason, and I knew in my gut that reason wasn't good.The doorbell rang again, longer this time.I pressed my palm flat against the wood. Did Damiano send her? No, he wouldn't send Elena to deliver a message. He would come himself.I took a shaky breath and unlocked the door.Elena's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Gabrielle. I hope I'm not interrupting.""Elena." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "What are you doing here?"She tilted her head. "Can I come in? This isn't really a conversation for the doorstep."I wanted to say no, but I stepped aside.She walked past me into the living room, her heels clicking against the hardwood. She looked around, taking in the modest fu

My fingers tightened around the phone as I stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then I pressed the stop button and stood there, frozen, as Elena's words replayed in my mind."I told him you volunteered to take my place."I looked down at my phone; this recording could finally prove my innocence.Damiano had always looked at me like I was the reason his life had fallen apart. He believed I wanted the marriage, his name, and money. But Elena was the one who had built that story for him. And now, I finally had proof.I pressed the recording again, and Elena's voice filled the quiet room as I listened without moving. Then came the part that made my chest ache."I couldn't marry him. I didn't want that life, so I made sure he believed you wanted it."I closed my eyes as tears slipped down my cheek. She had finally said it…she had admitted it herself.I stopped the recording and wiped my face quickly. For years I had wanted the truth to come out, but now that it finally had, I was terri

I watched Damiano stand there in the middle of my office.His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and for the first time since I had known him, he looked genuinely lost and speechless."Gabrielle," he finally managed, his voice cracking on my name. "I know I can't undo what I did."I crossed my arms over my chest, pressing my back against the desk behind me. The wood dug into my spine, but I welcomed the discomfort as it kept me grounded from falling apart in front of him."You're right," I said. "You can't."He took a step forward, then stopped himself, as if remembering my warning. "Then tell me what to do," he said. "Tell me how to fix this."A hollow laugh escaped my throat. "Fix this? Damiano, there is no fixing this. There's only... moving forward, and I don't even know if I want to do that with you."His jaw tightened, but he didn't fight or argue."I'm not going to discuss the children with you," I said, my voice steadier now. "Not today, not until I know you've actuall

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.For years, I had carried everything alone… the shame, the pain, and the nights I cried until my pillow was soaked and my eyes burned by morning.And now, the man who had once made me feel completely alone was standing in front of me, asking me to let him share the weight of my pain.I swallowed hard. "You want to help me?"Damiano nodded."Then listen." He straightened slowly, his eyes never leaving mine."I'm going to tell you everything."His jaw tightened. "Tell me."I took a deep breath. "It started weeks before the wedding."His eyes lowered for a second."I overheard my parents talking. "I could still hear their voices through the half-open study door. I had been walking downstairs when I heard my mother."Damiano's family will pull the company out of this mess, and we cannot afford to lose this opportunity."Then my father asked, "What about Elena?"I had stopped walking.My mother's answer made my stomach drop. "Gabrielle