All Chapters of Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Morning light had begun to filter through the curtains when Beatrice opened her eyes. Victor was already awake beside her, resting against the headboard with his phone in one hand. He had been going through a few messages, but the moment he noticed her stirring, he placed the phone on the bedside table and turned his attention to her.Beatrice stretched beneath the sheets before turning toward him."You've been awake long?""Long enough."She studied him for a moment before resting her head against the pillow. The room was quiet, but her thoughts had already returned to something she had been wondering about for the past few days."How did the meeting with the former legal adviser go?"Victor's expression changed slightly."It gave me more than I expected."Beatrice turned fully toward him. "That sounds promising.""It wasn't exactly promising." Victor leaned back against the headboard. "But it confirmed something.""What?""That people are paying attention to Eva."Beatrice's eyes na

Eva was halfway through reviewing the three positions she had found for Sophie when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and paused when she saw her mother's name.For a moment, she simply stared at it because her mother rarely called without a reason, and whenever she did, that reason usually had something to do with Sophie or the family.Even when she had called months ago, the conversation had quickly turned into another request concerning her sister.She finally answered. "Hello, Mum.""Eva."Her mother's voice sounded different from what she expected. She didn't sound upset."I hope I'm not disturbing you.""No. I'm busy, but I can talk."There was a brief pause before her mother spoke again."I wanted to thank you."She frowned slightly. "For what?""For helping Sophie."Eva looked down at the documents spread across her desk. "I haven't actually helped her yet. I only told her I would look into some positions.""I know. She told me."Her mother's voice carried a sincerity

Dinner had wound down to its last quiet minutes when Beatrice set her glass down and looked around the table. “Damien will be here Thursday,” she announced, and before anyone could say much about it, she had already reached for her phone.Her thumb moved quickly across the screen as she began making a mental list of everything that needed to be arranged. “That gives me four days to sort out the guest rooms, the menu, and whatever his fiancée expects from a proper introduction. Victor glanced at her with a faint smile. “You've handled less time before.”“I've never had to prepare for a stranger walking into this house and expecting to be welcomed like family,” she replied, already pushing her chair back. “I need to speak with the staff, and I want the rooms checked tomorrow morning. I don't want everyone scrambling around when they get here.”Lucien leaned back in his chair with an amused expression. “You haven't even met the woman, and you're already planning her arrival.”“Someone h

The Castellan house had been unusually busy since early that morning, with the staff moving between the dining room, kitchen, and guest rooms as they prepared for Damien's arrival.Beatrice had been awake for hours, and from the sound of her voice travelling through the house, everyone already knew exactly how important today was.“Those flowers are supposed to go in the dining room, not beside the entrance,” she said as two maids carefully carried a large arrangement across the room. “And make sure the guest room is checked again. I don't want to hear that something was forgotten after Damien arrives.”“Yes, ma'am,” one of the maids replied quickly before hurrying away with the flowers.“And what about the kitchen? Has Mrs. Harris finished with the menu?”“She’s still preparing some of the dishes.”“She should have finished by now,” Beatrice muttered, clearly dissatisfied with the answer.Eva had been standing at the entrance for several moments, watching the preparations unfold. “Do

Over the past few days, Sophie had gotten used to the company routine and learned who handled what. She no longer spent her mornings trying to figure out where everything was or double-checking every email before sending it.That morning, Delores walked over to her desk carrying a small stack of folders and placed them in front of her.“I want you to go through these before the afternoon meeting,” she said. “Client bookings, payment confirmations, and a few refund requests. Check that the amounts match the original invoices and make sure nothing is missing before you send them to finance.”Sophie looked through the folders and nodded. “Okay. I'll have them ready.”“I know you will.” Delores gave her a small smile before walking away.Sophie opened the first file and began working through it, comparing the figures against the payment records and checking the dates against the booking confirmations.Most of them were straightforward, and she moved through them without any trouble until