All Chapters of Forced Marriage: Loving The Beast: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ryleigh was getting ready for work when her phone rang. She quickly took it off the table's surface. "Hey!" "Hello, I can't make it, I'm very sorry," It's Abby on the other end of the call. Rye expelled a heavy sigh. She inquired, "For real?" "Yeah. Something urgent has arisen at the business, and uncle cannot take charge. I am in charge of—" "I understand," Rye interrupted the hum with her response. "Guess I should notify my manager that I'll be absent—" "Hey! You may bring Amelia along. Perhaps your management will consider it." Rye did not react and contemplated for a minute. Could she? What if Mrs. Guzman becomes angry? "I do not believe so." Rye answered, "The manager is not in the country, but I can contact her." "It's all fine. Then why do you have a problem? You stated that your manager is kind, therefore I believe she would comprehend." "Do you think so?" Rye approached her room and searched for her child. She sighed when she noticed the infant was still sleeping.

It was a beautiful morning when Keith called their mutual friend Drake for assistance. Since Keith does not trust the doctor Hannah phoned recently. Lucas was already awake prior to leaving his home. However, Luke did not speak much that day, which Keith saw negatively. Keith decided that Lucas already possessed knowledge that activated his intellect. Thus, he passed out. It's not that he's worried Luke may recover his memories, but he doesn't want Luke to regret what he did to his ex-wife Ryleigh. Rye has already forgotten everything about her previous marriage and based on what Abby said as the woman began to tell him a story, her buddy is moving on and taking it easy. Is she? Abby informed Keith about Luke and Rye's history. Abby is responsible for the manner in which Luke disciplines Rye and the manner in which he compelled her to have sexual relations with him. With it, he understands Luke, but only to the extent that he wrecked her. If it traumatizes Rye, there is a chance t

Ryleigh acknowledges that her job is simple. Specifically, she must deal with Ace Matthew's bipolarity. Even though she attempts to avoid him, she cannot. She was waiting for the wall clock to strike twelve when Ace obstructed her vision. She then grimaced but later forced a smile. The other part of her thinking whispered, "You must be kind to your boss." "Do you need anything, Boss?" she asked with a sarcastic tone in her voice. "Let's have lunch," he stated monotonously. It is a statement, not a question, to which she did not respond and instead exhibited a gaping mouth. "What game did you intend to play again?" The facial expression of Ace remains unchanged. “Why do you continuously accuse me of playing games?” She said, "Isn't it?" and laughed cynically. "Why would the enigmatic Ace Will Matthew take me to lunch? You dislike forming relationships with women, so why are you here asking me out?" she asked incredulously. It's the honest truth! Abby, Flora, and the others were a

Abby arrived at Rye's flat at 3:30 in the afternoon. Rye's ideas arrived abruptly. How will her life change without Abby? Will she grow this strong, or will she remain as feeble as ever? She was grateful that despite the things she had done in the past and the poor choices she had made, Abby still believes she deserves more and better. She may have chosen the wrong route in the past with Lucas, but God provides her with all she needs. “Would you mind sharing your thoughts?” Abby pushed her spirit back into her body when she saw the woman standing next to her. Abby regarded Rye's reflection in her compact vanity mirror. "What are your thoughts on Ace Matthew?" she questioned abruptly. “Arrogant.” Abby grinned and nodded her head. "Anything else?" “Bipolar.” Abby's mouth formed the letter O' in astonishment. "How does it feel to be in his presence? How did you obtain employment at his company? Not to mention that the role is secretary, d

Abby continues to ring Rye's number, but her friend's phone is unreachable. She was sweating profusely as she tapped the screen of her smartphone. Now, her hunch got bigger. Those individuals, who appeared strange to her a few days ago, may have been keeping an eye on Rye. Those men were always across the street and a few streets away from Rye's flat. They wore uniforms from a cleaning service, which was perplexing because the neighborhood is maintained every week. And they are not required to employ cleaners. Prior to putting Amelia to bed, she heard a knock at the door. When she opened the envelope, one of the men inquired if she desired their services, but she rejected them. She was about to close the door when the man asked her if she was alone, seeing that she was holding a child. She repeatedly dialed Rye's number until she gave up and contacted her uncle instead. "We need to deal with that auction, Uncle," she began as soon as her uncle answered the phone. "Why the abrupt