All Chapters of Forced Marriage Lightning: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Charisa only moved her eyelids, the girl couldn't even move a muscle. Would they kiss again? Charisa asked silently, the sound of her heart pumping at an extremely painful speed."Risa, can I do it now?" His uncle asked permission for some reason.“Unc- Uncle ....” said Charisa haltingly.Skandar, the man had narrowed his distance now. The man brought the tip of his nose to the tip of Charisa's nose until their noses were touching. Charisa could feel the roar of Uncle Skandar's breath against her skin. The man was then switched on her small lips and also thick. Her uncle Skandar stopped right on her red lips. Charisa's pulse felt fast to feel it.Unlike the first time the man kissed her, which was full of gentle little grabbing movements from the man. This time, uncle Skandar just kissed her lips with his closed eyes. Charisa's hand rose to touch the man's shoulder, but before she could touch him, uncle Skandar had already let go of their kiss

Charisa, that girl had arrived in front of her class. The classroom door opened, it caused the wavy brown hair opened her mouth widely. So since earlier, she had been running, she was in a hurry to go to her school, it turned out that her first class was empty? Charisa Hemingway cursed how bad luck it was.The girl with round eyes entered the classroom by lazy steps. She immediately sat on her seat next to Anna's. Many of her friends had left class, some had gone to the school canteen, and they played soccer in the field or even went to the library diligently. Charisa snorted, her book-loving friends would have intended to become prime minister of Australia if reading was her hobby.Charisa had put her bag at her class. The girl replied to several greetings from her friend who greeted her when she entered the classroom. Luckily, her classmates asked her about her brother who moved to New Zealand, it was not about her marriage. It had to have been Anna who gave an excus

In an office had a very large room and a building had numbers of floor. A grown man was looking at the file which he had been reading. The man who had very black hair couldn't believe what his Human Resources Department staff were doing. He had told the department never to touch this person, and now what were they doing? They even teased him, moved him."Had you transferred Noah Davis to New Zealand?" asked the person to someone who was standing in front of his desk. “Wasn’t Steve Collins reported by you for first time? It was not Noah Davis!""That's right, sir," replied the other person, "Our department had changed its opinion, we decided to transfer Noah Davis.""Your reason? I want to know your reason!" asked the black haired man again. His hand almost squeezed the paper he was holding.“We need highly skilled person to operate new engine operations for our subsidiary in Auckland, New Zealand. Besides, Noah Davis has a good backgroun

Grand Royal Elyxion ApartmentCanberra, Australia  "Let's do it, uncle!" Charisa held her husband's hand.“Don't joke, Risa. You do not know the meaning of your words," admonished Skandar on his young wife."I know uncle .... I know, I've been ready now.""Don't ... Not now, Risa."“The more we delay, it will be the more situations where I am wishy-washy girl will reject it. I'm begging on uncle right now to do it."“Don't ever beg men to do it. Woman are too precious to ask man, let the man who ask first, Risa. Let me ask for it." Skandar held his wife's elbows."But uncle has refused me." The girl refused to stare at Skandar any longer. Skandar looked at her with thousands of complicated thoughts on his head. The man was silent for a long time, until he had arrived at something. "Okay, we will do it.""Ah-?"“Risa,

At the Grand Royal Elyxion ApartmentCanberra, Australia   Skandar Alexander Hemingway, the man had been busy getting phone call from his perverted friend, James Bloom, until he forgot to have breakfast with his young wife. His friend protested to him because his business proposal was rejected by him three days ago. During the time, every morning, James Bloom called and bothered him so that he had not enjoyed his breakfast peacefully."I've reviewed your submission proposal, James. I have rejected it.” Skandar was staring fiercely to the person who called him in the early morning like this."I'm not nepotism, James. No matter how close we are, I am a professional!” Skandar Alexander Hemingway had had many expressions to interrupt James’ words.“Don't you think that I'm laughing at your proposal? How co