All Chapters of How it all began: Billionaire's forced wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A/N: Dear readers, If you have found my book, I want to ask you to stick with it for a while because the way it starts might be confusing, but it has a perfectly good explanation, and everything will be clear soon enough. Promise it will be worth it. Love, O.W. Sophia The chills from the cold car window pressing against my forehead shot through my entire body and gave me exactly what I needed: they kept me on high alert. Being alone with a man in the taxi after what happened just a few hours earlier, no matter the current circumstances, demanded my full attention in case a need to defend myself arose again. The turmoil wreaking havoc in both my mind and soul kept distracting me and pulling me away into a place I shouldn't be, making it hard to keep focus. From time to time, I'd peel my eyes from the passing scenery to cast a quick glance in the rearview mirror, wanting to make sure the driver’s eyes were directed to where they were supposed to be – the road in front of us. I was w

Sophia No, this was impossible! If life was playing some sick joke on me today, it was time for it to stop before I collapsed under its weight. I hadn’t had time to properly process being almost raped not so long ago, only to come home to this? Not only did my sister try to off herself, but she was pregnant, too. The room around me started spinning as the ringing in my ears reached its maximum. I stared at Ellie’s angelic face and her deep blue eyes, not really seeing them from the thick veil of tears that clouded my vision. I wanted to speak, but I had no control over my tongue; my mouth felt like they were stuffed with cotton. “Sophia? Please, say something.” Ellie’s words snapped me out of the awake coma I had slipped into. I blinked frantically, trying to soothe the rising flood in my eyes while I could do nothing about the one in my chest. My heart turned into a ticking bomb, getting ready to explode at any second. I took one more precious moment to be quiet and accept what

Kieran “Clara,” I called out for my secretary’s attention. “Cancel everything for today.” Knowing better than to ask questions, Clara confirmed with a curt nod as I continued towards the elevator that took me to the underground garage where my trusted SUV waited. It was the first time since I took over as CEO of the corporation that I could not focus on my job. Letters and digits were fluttering in front of my eyes, and the light on the screen was trying to gouge them out. My brain felt like mush, making it hard to think and be productive. After hours of pointless effort, I realized I needed to unwind the pent-up whirlpool of rage and despair that had been brewing in me for the last few days, knowing well that if I continued to ignore it, it would wreck me from the inside. Leaving the King Enterprises building in the rearview mirror, I got lost in replaying all the wrong moves I made and how they led to where I was now – the place where the relationship with my only brother was han

Sophia What happened to me? What in the world made me knock on an unknown person’s door and attack him like I had no functioning cell in my brain? Had I gone completely mad? Probably. But considering the turmoil in my head that refused to settle down and let my thoughts clear out, it was no wonder I fucked up. “Kieran…” his name rolled off my tongue as I marched away from the estate gate I had intruded so rudely. Who the hell was he? Darkness started enveloping the peaceful part of town I found myself in, so I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called a taxi. After what happened earlier, I could never again feel safe without light. Memories of what could’ve ended differently at my former workplace flashed through my mind, and I shivered in fear. As if it wasn’t enough, being reckless almost cost me my life not so long ago. If I had died on that threshold, who would have been there to take care of Ellie and her baby? By the time my ride arrived, I was shivering. Getting inside

Sophia Every time I faced catastrophe in the past, I found a way to make things right; I found a way to hold all the strings that my life consisted of tightly in my hands and not let go, no matter how much those strings were cutting into my flesh. This time, though, things were falling apart in front of my eyes, and all I could do was watch. I was sure my sister was about to destroy her life and that Philip King, the father of her child, could bring her nothing but trouble and tears. Her happiness was the most important thing to me, but I believed she could never have the life she deserved with the man she chose. Ashamed of my thoughts, I kept quiet and never voiced them out. I tried so hard to mind my business and not meddle in her decisions, letting her be an adult but controlling my never-dying wish to protect her, even if that was from her own actions, was a struggle on a whole new level. It’s been a few days since the King brothers raided our apartment, and from that moment,