All Chapters of Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Eva woke tangled in Julian's arms, his body warm against hers and his arm resting securely around her waist. For one brief, disoriented moment, she lay there without thinking about anything beyond the comfort of his embrace. Then the memory of the previous night returned, and the warmth she had felt disappeared beneath a familiar heaviness in her chest.She carefully lifted Julian's arm and eased herself out of bed, trying not to wake him. She had barely taken a few steps toward the bathroom when she heard him stir behind her.“You're awake?” she asked quietly.There was a pause before his rough, sleep-heavy voice reached her.“You still angry?”She stopped near the bathroom door, her hand resting against the frame. She didn't turn around because she wasn't sure she could look at him yet without remembering everything he had told her.“I need time to process this,” she said honestly.Julian was silent for a moment before answering.“Okay, I will give you time if that's what you want.”

A thin cloud of cigarette smoke hung near the half-open window, curling slowly toward the ceiling while two figures sat far too comfortably inside a room they clearly shouldn't have been smoking in."Your mother," Naomi said, exhaling toward the window, "is a pain in the ass. I'm only tolerating her because of you."Damien smiled. “Baby, that's my mother you're talking about.”“I know. That doesn't make what I said any less true,” she said, taking another drag.Damien shook his head. “I know sometimes she can be difficult and all that, but she's still my mum.”Naomi rolled her eyes. “Exactly why I'm tolerating her.”“You agreed to marry me.”"I agreed to marry you," Naomi said. "Nobody said I agreed to marry your mother."Damien smiled again, and Naomi was about to say something else when there was a knock on the door.Both of them immediately looked at each other.Naomi glanced at the cigarette in her hand. “Oh, shit.”“Put it out.”“Where?”“Just put it out.”She quickly crushed it

Eva drove back to Castellan Mansion faster than she should have, barely noticing how hard her hands were gripping the steering wheel. Tears kept blurring her vision, and several times she had to wipe them away with the back of her hand just so she could see the road clearly.Her mind was still stuck in that small room at the company, replaying Sophie's face, her trembling voice, and the way she had begged her not to let the police take her.By the time she reached the mansion, she pulled into the driveway and got out without even checking whether she had parked properly. She hurried through the entrance, barely acknowledging anyone as she made her way toward the stairs.Mrs. Harris was coming from the opposite direction when she saw her.“Mrs. Castellan?” she called, surprised by the sight of Eva rushing past her. “Is everything alright?”She didn't answer. She kept walking, her face wet with tears as she climbed the stairs two at a time.She reached the bedroom and pushed the door op

Eva had already changed twice before she finally stood in front of her wardrobe again, staring at the rows of dresses as though one of them might tell her where Julian was taking her.She had no idea what Julian had planned, and that uncertainty made the decision harder than it should have been.A black dress seemed too formal, while the lighter one she had first picked felt too casual. She had even considered wearing trousers before deciding against it.She reached for another dress and held it against herself, studying her reflection before putting it back.“What exactly are you planning?” she murmured.After several more minutes of indecision, she finally settled on a simple, elegant red dress that fell just above her ankles. It wasn't overly dramatic, but it fit her well enough that she felt confident in it. She paired it with simple heels and left her hair down, allowing it to fall naturally over her shoulders.When she finally walked downstairs, she found Leo waiting outside the

The boardroom had been unusually quiet for the first few minutes of the meeting.Julian sat at the head of the table, reading the document in front of him without saying anything. Around him, the senior shareholders waited, watching him closely enough that he could feel the expectation in the room.“There are concerns,” a man began, glancing down at the papers in front of him before looking back at Julian. “About consolidating too much authority under one office. The board would like to formally discuss a proposal for shared executive oversight.”Julian sat back in his chair, his expression still unchanged. “Shared with whom?”The question was simple, but it made the man pause.Before he could answer, another shareholder spoke from across the table.“The proposal would establish a co-chair structure. Nothing radical. Simply a way to create more balance.”“Balance,” Julian repeated.The word came out quietly, but nobody at the table missed the edge in his voice.“Given the recent insta