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Author: April Blues
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-19 21:58:07

I couldn’t shake off everything I learned yesterday—my sister being forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know. Geneva had started working at our company, not because she wanted to, but because our parents insisted. I knew she wasn’t happy. Her true dream was to become a fashion designer and launch her own clothing line.

We had different aspirations, but the saddest part? Neither of us could chase them. Not when our family's expectations held us captive.

"Why do you look even sadder than usual? Are you the one getting married?" Franklyn teased as he strolled into my office—again. At this point, it felt like a daily routine.

I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I met his gaze. "I feel bad for my sister, Frank. She has no idea what’s coming. She doesn’t know what Dad has planned for her future. She’s too young for this… for a marriage that will define her entire life." My voice was heavy with frustration.

Franklyn’s usual playful demeanor faded, his expression turning serious. He nodded, understanding the weight of my words.

"If you had the chance to save your sister, would you?" he asked. "Would you marry a man you don’t love to protect her?"

His question lingered in the air, pressing against my already burdened thoughts.

I had asked myself this yesterday. And yet, my answer still remained the same.

I didn’t want to marry a stranger. I didn’t want to end up like my parents—trapped in a loveless, miserable marriage. But when I thought about Geneva, about how her dreams might slip away just like mine had, my heart ached.

I forced a sad smile and looked at my friend. "I… I don’t know, Frank. I love my sister more than anything. I want to protect her, keep her safe, make sure she’s happy. But—" I hesitated, feeling the turmoil clawing at my chest. "I don’t think I could survive marrying someone I don’t love… but I don’t know! I’m confused! Don’t ask me that!" My frustration boiled over, and I frowned, looking away.

The thought of stopping my father’s plan consumed me. If I took my sister’s place, would it be the right decision? Would it really save her?

We were too young for marriage. I was twenty-five, and Geneva was only twenty-one. We still had our whole lives ahead of us. This wasn’t our time to be bound by a contract disguised as a marriage.

Franklyn sighed and leaned back, his voice softer. "Alright, alright. Just know I’m here if you ever need someone to talk to—or if you need advice when you’re about to marry a man you don’t love." He winked at me, attempting to lighten the mood.

I rolled my eyes, choosing not to dignify his teasing with a response.

I went home early that night for our family dinner, though my nerves were on edge.

Tonight was the night.

Tonight was when Dad would finally bring up Geneva’s arranged marriage.

I had wanted to talk to him at the office earlier, to convince him to reconsider—but fear and anxiety had kept me silent.

And now, as we sat around the dining table, the moment I dreaded arrived.

"What?! No! I won’t agree to this!" Geneva’s voice rang out, filled with anger and defiance, as soon as our father mentioned her engagement to Harrison Pierre Whitmore.

"Gene!" I scolded, panic seizing my chest. It wasn’t right to yell at our parents, no matter how unfair they were being.

But deep down, I knew—she had every right to be furious.

"Don't touch me!" Geneva yelled, yanking her arm free from my grasp.

Her voice was sharp, filled with anger—but beneath it, I could hear the tremor of fear.

I flinched, not because she hurt me physically, but because her pain cut me deeper than I could bear. I didn't want this for her. I wanted to protect her.

Watching her cry, I felt my own tears fall. This wasn’t just about the marriage—it was about everything we had lost. Our choices. Our freedom. The dreams we were never allowed to chase.

I had promised her, back when we were just kids, that I would always take care of her. That I would do anything for her.

"Setta, I don’t want to get married," she whispered, her voice breaking as she clung to me.

We were curled up on her bed after the explosive argument with our father. I stroked her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling her even closer.

"I’ll find a way to stop this wedding, Gene," I promised, my voice firm despite the storm of emotions inside me. "I’m here for you. I love you."

My decision was final. I would do whatever it took to prevent her marriage to Harrison Pierre Whitmore.

"Cosette Blanche Allen, have you completely lost your mind?!" Franklyn gaped at me, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. "What sane woman would even think of doing what you're planning?!"

I had just told him my idea. A reckless, desperate plan.

I would enter Harrison’s condo, seduce him, and ensure that my father caught us in bed together. If Dad walked in and saw me with Harrison—half-naked, vulnerable—there would be no way he’d let Geneva marry him. He would force me into the marriage instead.

I hated the plan. Hated myself for even considering it. But I was running out of options.

Franklyn was the only person I trusted, which was why I told him. And now, I needed his help.

"Come on, Frank. I can’t do this without you," I said, my tone deadly serious.

He let out a dry, incredulous laugh. "Are you hearing yourself right now, Cosette? I mean, seriously?!"

I rolled my eyes. "I’m dead serious, and I’m desperate."

Franklyn dragged his hands down his face, exhaling sharply. "Fine! But don’t come crying to me when you regret this ridiculous plan."

A small smile tugged at my lips. "Noted."

He shook his head and muttered something under his breath before sighing in defeat. "What exactly do you need me to do?"

"Find out which room in Harrison’s unit is his. I need to see him tonight."

Franklyn’s mouth fell open before he groaned dramatically. "Oh, for the love of God!"

-

I stood outside Whitmore Apartelle, one of the most luxurious and exclusive residences in LA. The towering glass building gleamed under the city lights, a stark contrast to the chaos brewing inside me.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my dress and stepped forward.

Franklyn had texted me earlier with Harrison’s room number, and I had memorized it. As I entered the elevator, I pulled out my tumbler, filled with a strong drink, and took a long swig. The bitterness burned down my throat, warming my chest, but I forced myself to finish it.

I instantly regretted it.

Dizziness washed over me. I wasn’t used to drinking, and now the alcohol was hitting me fast.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. I stumbled forward, trying to recall the room number. Wait… where was I going again?

I stopped in my tracks and fumbled for my phone. My vision swam slightly, but I managed to read Franklyn’s message.

Room 456.

I grinned to myself and pushed forward, determined. When I reached the door, I rang the doorbell—once, twice, three times. Damn it, open up!

After the fifth ring, the door finally swung open.

And holy. hell.

My breath hitched as I took him in. Is this really Harrison Pierre Whitmore? Because—damn—he looked even hotter in person. The sharp jawline, the tousled hair, the piercing gaze that held both annoyance and intrigue. And why does he look even better than the pictures?

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his deep voice laced with irritation.

Shit. Even his voice sounded richer, smoother—like expensive whiskey.

I didn’t answer.

Instead, I grabbed his shirt, pulled him toward me, and crashed my lips against his.

He stiffened for a second, but then—he kissed me back. Hard.

His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body as he deepened the kiss. Heat spread through my veins, and before I could think twice, I pushed him inside his apartment.

And then, it happened.

Exactly as planned.

Except… I hadn’t expected to actually go through with it. I had just given myself to a complete stranger.

For Geneva. For my sister. That was the only thing I told myself.

The next morning, I woke up to an aching body and a splitting headache.

Pain throbbed in my core, and my limbs felt sore from last night’s activities.

Then, I felt it—a strong arm draped around my waist, holding me close.

My breath hitched.

Slowly, cautiously, I turned my head.

And my heart stopped.

Oh. My. God.

The man beside me wasn’t Harrison Pierre Whitmore.

Shit.

I had slept with the wrong man.

Panic surged through me as I stared at the sleeping figure beside me. The sharp, chiseled features, the dark tousled hair, the sheer dominance radiating from his very presence—even in sleep, he looked intimidating.

No. No. No. This can’t be happening.

I had just spent the night with Zion Yohan Warren.

The CEO of Warren Hotels and Casinos.

The infamous, ruthless billionaire known as ‘The Devil.’

My blood ran cold.

What the hell have I done?!

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   III

    MY. GOD.I blinked rapidly, rubbing my eyes as if that would change the reality before me. But no matter how many times I did, the man lying beside me was still Zion Yohan Warren—not Harrison Pierre Whitmore.Shit. What the hell have I done?No. No. No. This can’t be happening!A piercing scream tore from my throat as I scrambled backward—only to miscalculate my movements and fall off the bed with a painful thud."So damn loud," Yohan groaned, his deep, irritated voice cutting through the chaos of my mind.I gasped and quickly grabbed the blanket, wrapping it tightly around my naked body as I pushed myself up. My heart pounded wildly as I turned to face him.Yohan was already sitting up, shirtless, his disheveled hair only making him look even more intimidating. His sharp gaze locked onto me, unreadable yet piercing, making my breath hitch.Then my phone rang. MY. GOD.A horrifying realization hit me.I had set up my plan last night. I had told my secretary to inform my father where

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   IV

    "I—I need to talk to your boss. Um... Is F-Franklyn Carrington in his office?" I asked the moment I approached his secretary.She gave me a polite smile. "Yes, Ma’am. May I have your name so I can inform Sir that you wish to speak with him?"It wasn’t surprising that she didn’t recognize me. I had never stepped foot in Franklyn’s company before. If I hadn’t made a complete mess of things last night and needed to get away from my father—at least for a while—I wouldn’t be here now."Ah, yes! Ummm... I-I'm Cosette Blanche Allen. Please tell him that it's important."The secretary nodded and disappeared into Franklyn’s office.I took a shaky breath, gripping the strap of my bag tightly. Hold it together, Cosette. The last thing I needed was to break down in the middle of his office—in front of his employees, no less. No, if I was going to cry, I’d do it where only Franklyn could see.A few minutes later, his secretary returned, offering me a reassuring smile."You can go in now, Miss Alle

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   V

    "I didn’t like what you did, Cosette. It would be a huge embarrassment if people found out. But I never expected that your disobedience would actually pave the way for our company to prosper even more.”My head snapped up at Dad’s words. His lips curled into a grin, his eyes glinting with something calculated, something sinister."I know you're acquainted with Zion Yohan Warren. He doesn’t just own hotels and casinos here in LA—he has properties everywhere, vast lands in other cities, and let’s not forget… he’s a distant relative of the Spanish royal family."He leaned back in his chair, watching me like a predator sizing up his prey."I wanted to apologize for raising my hand to you that day, my lovely daughter. You know I only do these things because I care about you, right? I just don’t want you ending up with someone unworthy—someone who isn’t on our level. But since you were with Zion that day… I won’t scold you. In fact, I won’t oppose this relationship at all.”His voice was ge

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   VI

    "Weirdo, stop moaning! Wake up! You’re having wet dreams!"A loud voice jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately regretted it as a pounding headache crashed over me.Where am I?I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar room—except, was it really unfamiliar? Something about this place felt… familiar. Like I had been here before.I winced and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in my head.What the hell happened last night?Did I hit my head?Panicked, I quickly checked myself. My clothes were intact, and nothing felt sore except my head, which was proof enough that I hadn't been—"Weirdo!""What’s wrong with you?!" I snapped, turning toward the annoying voice.And then—I nearly fell off the bed.Yohan stood not far away, wearing nothing but a towel slung dangerously low around his waist.My mouth went dry.What the hell is he doing here?!More importantly—why does he have abs like that?! And… is that a tattoo on his side?Damn. This je

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   VII

    I sat in the back of the cab, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off what I’d done to Yohan last night.Did I really do that to him?It felt… impossible. I don’t even know about those things. I wouldn’t do something like that.And yet… I did.I groaned, burying my face in my hands before tugging at my hair in frustration.Oh my God, Cosette Blanche Allen!I don’t even have a boyfriend, and yet I was out there throwing myself at a guy I barely knew?!Argh! I hate you, Cosette Blanche!I felt like screaming into a pillow. It was humiliating. Completely mortifying!"Ma’am? Are you okay back there? Would you like me to take you to the hospital?"The taxi driver’s voice jolted me from my internal meltdown.I froze, realizing just how crazy I must’ve looked—crying one second, then laughing at my own stupidity, then crying again, then staring into space like some tragic movie heroine.He probably thought I’d lost it.I forced an awkw

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   VIII

    The past few days had been overwhelming.With our new project underway, I had been swamped with work, closely monitoring every detail to ensure nothing went wrong. The budget was substantial—too much at stake for even the smallest mistake. If this project failed, the loss would be devastating for the company. And worse, Dad would be furious.Despite my workload, my mind kept drifting back to Geneva.Her wedding to Harrison Pierre Whitmore was just a week away, and she had no escape. Dad was rushing everything, making moves I couldn't predict, and it left me on edge.Since Yohan’s visit to our house to speak with Dad, I hadn’t seen him again. Strangely, Dad had also stopped pressuring me about our supposed wedding.Was it really not happening?Had Yohan managed to put a stop to Dad’s plans?I wanted to believe it. He was more powerful and wealthier than my father—if anyone could handle this, it was him.And I prayed he had.I couldn’t marry a man I didn’t love.No matter how dire the s

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   IX

    "I'm so thrilled that my favorite daughter is marrying your nephew, Lenore," Dad said with a pleased smile, turning toward Zion’s aunt, Lenore Warren.We were gathered around the dining table, the air thick with unspoken words. I sat beside my sister, Geneva, who had been eerily quiet, her expression laced with confusion. I could tell she was unsettled by Yohan’s sudden presence. She didn’t know him—of course, she didn’t. Geneva never involved herself in business matters.Mom, on the other hand, remained silent beside Dad, making no effort to engage with Madame Lenore. Her usual warmth was absent, replaced by a distant, unreadable expression.And me?I had no idea how I was supposed to react.Even now, I couldn’t wrap my head around it—Yohan had changed his mind.Why?What had suddenly made him agree to marry me?"I'm also excited for the Warren and Allen families to finally become one! Isn’t it amazing, my dear?" Madame Lenore’s voice was filled with delight as she turned to Yohan wi

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   X

    F*CK HIM!I hate him to the core.Does he really think I’ll break from his threats? That I’ll crumble beneath his words?W-Well… maybe a little.But I won’t let him see it.If there’s truly no escape from Yohan, then fine—I’ll accept my fate. But I refuse to be pathetic. I am Cosette Blanche Allen, President of Allen Company. A strong woman. No matter what he's planning, he won’t destroy me that easily.But right now?Right now, I just want to be alone.I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want to see anyone. I don’t want them to witness me like this—weak, crying, breaking apart.Because the moment they see my vulnerability, they’ll use it against me.I sit on my bed, leaning against the headboard, my eyes shut.I’ve cried for so long, I think I’ve run out of tears.The silence is heavy, almost comforting—until a knock on my door shatters it.I don’t move.I don’t answer.I meant it when I said I wanted to be alone. I’m drained, empty, and exhausted. Whoever it is, they can wait.

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXXII

    Cosette’s POV"Setta, you know that the house isn't in our name anymore, right? Your ex-husband already acquired all our properties."I rubbed my temples as I spoke to Mama on the phone. When Johiel and I got home from work, I immediately called Mama because I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease about her visit, and upon learning her purpose, I couldn't help but feel troubled."Ma, you could buy new properties in Los Angeles if you really want to go back there. You could also ask for help from Gene, or maybe you could just stay with them for a while," I suggested to her.I heard her sigh on the other end of the line. "Setta, our house holds many memories of us. I can't just let that go again," Mom said on the other line.I closed my eyes."Ma! You know that it's not ours anymore, right? I thought you had moved on and wanted to stay in Finland?" I said to her."I have moved on from the pain, Cosette, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten our life together with your father. I want o

  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXXI

    Yohan's POV"She has panic attacks again, Zion."I stiffened, glancing at Claudia who was currently asleep in her bed. She's being checked on by her private doctor and nurses. Claudia lost control of herself earlier and almost hurt herself again, but thankfully, Aunt Lenore caught her in time and stopped her from doing anything rash. Aunt Lenore called me quickly, so I hurried over to the house where Claudia is staying."You can't just leave her alone, Zion! Don't you have any pity for her? It's been five years since she woke up from seven years in a coma, but Claudia is still suffering. She's your fiancée!"I couldn't help but bristle at what Aunt Lenore said, but I restrained myself."She was my fiancée, Aunt, not anymore. Claudia and I are no longer together; I'm just doing this out of guilt for what happened to her...because it's my fault that she's like this," I said to her.Five years ago, Claudia finally woke up from the seven-year coma. I was ecstatic at the time because she w

  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXX

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  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXIX

    Cosette’s POVI'm outside my house right now, facing my laptop while I'm working. Our company allows us to work from home sometimes, and I'm working from home today. While I'm working here outside my house, I can't help but look at the scenery because I can see the mountain I used to hike with my Swiss friends. I haven't been able to hike recently because I'm busy with my job.I paused from my work when I heard my phone ring. I couldn't help but feel excited and eager when I saw who was calling. I quickly answered it and leaned back in my chair. Ah, my angel is calling me."Mommy Cosette!" he exclaimed from the other line as I answered his call.I chuckled softly and replied, "Yes, pretty boy? I missed you! When are you coming home?""I don't know, Mommy Cosette! But Papa Franklyn said we would visit you there on the weekend," he replied from the other line.I closed my eyes and hugged myself while talking to him on the other line. "I miss you so much, Baby. I wish you were with me,"

  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXVIII

    Yohan’s POV"Sir, Mrs. Cosette has already left, and she's on the plane heading to Switzerland."I closed my eyes and sighed deeply as my secretary delivered the news. I gestured for her to leave my office, and as I heard the door shut, I opened my eyes again, staring blankly.Because of my eagerness to fulfill my revenge plan that I had been plotting for a long time, I lost the person who made me feel complete again. I lost my wife and our angel because of my stupidity. This is the first time I have felt this pain again in my whole life. The last time I felt this pain was when my parents died. I never thought I would fall for the daughter of my enemy, the daughter of the one who betrayed my parents.I took a

  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXVII

    Yohan's POVOct. 17, 2000.That's the date my parents were killed by the people they trusted their entire lives. I was there when my parents were killed. I saw how they mercilessly killed my dad and hurt my mom. That was the time that I will never forget in my whole life. I promised myself that the people who killed my parents would pay the price for whatever they did in the past."Zion?"I blinked my eyes and turned when I heard the voice of my Aunt Lenore, my father's sister. Aunt Lenore became my guardian when I lost my parents. I have no siblings, and only Aunt Lenore is the closest family I have here in LA. I have my family on my mother's side in Spain, but

  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXVI

    "Cosette, aren't you going home yet?"I blinked my eyes and turned when I heard Franklyn's voice. Mom had already gone home because she felt dizzy and needed some rest. We were at the cemetery, where we buried my child. The doctor showed us our baby, and I couldn't help but cry and feel the pain when I saw how tiny he was. If he were still alive and saved, he would have grown up, and I would have given him everything that would make him happy. But now, my child is gone, leaving me alone."I'll stay here for a while, Frank," I said softly while looking at my child's gravestone. We just labeled it as Baby Warren since we didn't know his gender yet."Are you going to sign the annulment papers with Zion?" he asked.I blinked my eyes and faced him.Right. I still needed to sign those.After Yohan and I talked at the hospital about our separation, I immediately called Alice, and she took care of the annulment papers for Yohan and me. Yohan didn't talk about the annulment, but he had no choi

  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXV

    The doctor who entered my room looked at me with sadness. I blinked my eyes and couldn't help but feel nervous about what the doctor would say to us now. No, please... it can't be, I can't handle this."D-Doc, i-is my baby okay?" I nervously asked while looking at him. Mom also held me tightly, refusing to let go."I'm sorry, Cosette. You lost your baby."I closed my eyes and cried loudly when the doctor told me that. Mom approached me and hugged me tightly. I winced and held my stomach. No! My baby can't be gone; I can still feel them in my womb. It can't be."No! My baby is alive! Please, doc, you can't be right! My child is alive!" I cried while clutching my stomach. Mom hugged me tightly, and I heard her crying too. After I fainted and bled, they quickly took me to the hospital, and when I woke up, I found myself in a hospital room. A doctor approached me and told me that they couldn't save my baby."M-Mommy, my baby can't be gone! He can't leave me!"Mommy was crying now, just li

  • Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire   LXIV

    I quickly retrieved my car keys. As I exited our house, I swiftly got into my car and started it. I saw Yohan coming out of our house, and he quickly approached the window of my car, tapping on it lightly."Cosette! Come out! Let's fix this problem, please! Don't leave me!" Yohan shouted while continuing to knock on my window.I looked at him with a deep gaze, raised one hand, and showed him my middle finger. I don't give a fuck. I've run out of patience with Yohan. I love him, but I can't take it anymore. It hurts. I've listened to him and forgiven him multiple times, but he still doesn't change; he continues to deceive me.Does he love me? Then he should be honest with me."Cosette!" he shouted loudly as I accelerated my car.While driving, I called Alice, my secretary, and had her gather some documents. I'm heading to my parents' house now, carrying the letter Dad gave me before he passed away. I'll read it there, and I know I'll learn more. I sense that Yohan is hiding many more l

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