Todos los capítulos de FORCED TO MARRY MY SISTER'S BILLIONAIRE FIANCE : Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, his hands shaking.I watched him pace like a trapped animal. He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled at the roots. His breathing was hard and fast; each breath filled the quiet office."I remember," he said again. His voice cracked. "I remember everything."I stayed frozen in my chair; my tears were still wet on my cheeks, and my heart pounded against my ribs, but I forced myself to stay still.He stopped pacing and turned to face me; his eyes were wild and red. They held something I had never seen before."I thought it was a dream," he whispered. "That night… I thought I was dreaming about Elena. I thought…" He choked on the words. "I thought she was there with me, but it was you all along."He took a step towards me, and then he stopped. His hands clenched at his sides, then he released them."You sat there," he said. His voice was barely a whisper. "You sat on the edge of that bed in your wedding dress. You watched me

I tightened my grip on the doorknob. The metal was cold against my palm."You should go home," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "It's late.""I know."He didn't move."Damiano…""Can I ask you something?"" he said.His voice was soft now."What?"He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit I remembered from years ago. "Luca and Lia," he said.My entire body went rigid."I want to meet them."The words hit me like a physical blow as I felt my heart slam against my ribs."No.""Gabrielle…""No." I turned to face him fully now, releasing the doorknob. "You don't get to do that."He held up his hands. "I'm not trying to take them from you.""You just said you want to meet them.""Meet them," he repeated slowly. "Not take them or claim them. Just... meet them."I crossed my arms over my chest, pressing them tight against my body."They don't know you.""I know.""Then why?" My voice cracked. "Why now? Why tonight?"He took a breath. "Because I've already missed six years and I

Lia waited, her small face tilted up toward mine, those dark brown eyes searching my face for an answer I didn't have."I don't know," I finally whispered.She nodded slowly. Then she turned and walked back to her brother, sitting down beside him in the sand like nothing had happened.I stood there for a long moment, watching my children play.Luca looked up from his sandcastle. "Where did the man go?""He had to leave," I said, my voice steadier than I felt."Oh." Luca frowned, his small brow furrowing. "But he didn't see the finished castle.""I'm sure he would have loved it."I said.Luca seemed satisfied with that and went back to patting sand into shape.I sat down on the edge of the sandbox, my legs giving out beneath me. The afternoon sun was warm on my face, but I felt cold everywhere.I pulled out my phone with shaking hands, and the time stared back at me. It was 4:47 PM.How had everything changed in less than an hour?The twins fell asleep on the drive home.I kept glancing

“And I will make her pay for every tear Gabrielle has shed. " Damiano said For a few seconds, nobody spoke.Rosa was staring at Damiano."Elena…" she whispered.Damiano nodded. "She lied to all of us."Rosa slowly lowered herself into the chair.Every word she had said to me came flooding back. Every accusation and every whispered insult behind my back. Every time she looked at me as if I were dirt beneath her shoes.I remembered them too.I remembered standing in that mansion with my hands shaking while Rosa pointed a finger at me.Gold-digger…thief…shameless girl, and those words had followed me long after I left. And I had spent years trying to forget.Her lips began to tremble. "I called her a liar."Nobody answered."I called her a thief." Her voice cracked. "I told her she was lucky Damiano had married her."She covered her mouth as tears gathered in her eyes."I told her she would never be good enough for this family."Rosa looked at Damiano. "She was standing right in front o

I opened my mouth to answer, but the words stuck in my throat like thorns.Damiano stood there, waiting..."Gabrielle," he whispered. "Please."I gripped the edge of my desk. The wood was cold beneath my fingers."You need to leave.""Just think about…""I have thought about it." My voice came out sharper than I intended. "I've thought about it every single day for five years. Every night when Luca asked why other children had fathers at their school events, and every time Lia cried because she saw a family on television and wondered why ours looked different."Damiano's face twisted."So don't stand there and tell me what my children deserve." I walked around my desk, putting distance between us. "I know exactly what they deserve, and I've been fighting for it alone while you lived your life thinking I was the villain.""I never…""You did." I stopped near the window. He stepped closer, and I held up my hand."Don't."He froze…"I'm not saying this to hurt you," I continued. "I'm s