Forced Marriage To The Secret Billionaire

AUTHOR'S POVSara's eyes opened when she heard alot of annoying loud noises around her. Groaning, she grabbed her hair, feeling the strong hangover and then looked around with her eyes widening up.The flutters of alot of cameras started causing her anxiety, when she looked beside her and noticed the man from previous night still sleeping.“ Ms Sara Lexington! Is this your boyfriend? ” A reporter shouted out his question, as the club's guards tried to push them out.Sara's life flashed in front of her eyes, as she felt her senses numbing. She tried to remember what happened last night but everything was blurry in her mind. Unconsciously, she pulled the duvet closer to her body realising what must have happened.She could still hear the reporter's voices, but she could not understand what they were saying anymore. She was too shocked to accept that she, Sara Lexington, slept with a random man and then reporters took phot

AUTHOR'S POVEverything happened so fast that Sara felt her head spinning. Silas and Sara were now in the reception party, which looked more like a funeral of herself to her.The smiling and taunting faces of all her family during clicking the pictures, were going to haunt her forever. Silas was standing beside her with his expressions screaming his boredom. The photographer asked them both to come closer, so he could click some loving pictures, which was like someone rubbed salt on Sara's wounds.“ Come on, Dear wife! ” Silas's mocking voice fell in Sara's ears and she threw him a vicious glare, before storming off from there. She did not care what anyone was going to think, she just wanted to be away from him at this point.Dodging every provocation from her so-called family, Sara finally made it to the dinner without having any panic attacks or outbursts.As they all sat down on the long table, the grim s

AUTHOR'S POV Sara's breath hitched as she pushed him away from herself harshly.  “ Why are you looking at me like this? ” Silas chuckled out and Sara gulped down her saliva before stumbling back from him.  It would have been better if she never remembered that night. Because, now, It might be too hard to stay so close to him without losing her sanity. “ Stay far away from me. As far as you can. I don't care what you are and who you are at all. ” Sara shook her head, her voice not that harsh anymore. Silas watched her. Silently. He observed her cheeks that were turning red, her nose that took the same color. He stared in her eyes that were cast down as she slowly licked her lips. If he did not know better, he would have thought that she wanted him. Or maybe he did not know her at all. A smirk tugged up at the corner of his lips thinking about the poss

AUTHOR'S POV “ Are there no maids here? ” Silas groaned out as he noticed her cooking breakfast. He eyed her from afar trying to get past this awkward situation. She had not talked to him after that moment in the closet. She silently took her clothes and left his room. Now she stood in front of the kitchen counter making breakfast. She was wearing her casual clothes, a grey shirt with shorts. Her long legs were on display for him to ogle and die breathlessly. Her face was bare of any makeup. She did not look like Sara at all. She looked like some sweet wife who was cooking breakfast for her loving family. The thought made Silas snicker to himself.Sara's eyes raised up to find him standing near the doorway. “ There will be no maids. ” She replied finally, making him sigh heavily. “ Why? Are we running short on money Baby? ” He joked trying to lighten up the mood. Her e

AUTHOR'S POV A blindfold was tied around her eyes and she was dropped back to the place they thought as her home. She could not know where that place was now. The place where she was at just an hour ago. And who was that man? This was another question that was unanswered. She didn't want to think about any of this. She didn't even know how she was still standing outside the house she had to call her home. She was in a trance. Whenever she looked down at her hands, she could see only blood. Whenever she started thinking, Gabriel's sinster face flashed before her eyes. She wanted to cry and scream and then cry again but she was unable to do even that. What had she done? She had asked herself this question repeatedly as guilt drowned her. Sometimes, an evil voice in her mind whispered that a man like Gabriel deserved to die, but her rational mind was against that whisper. No