All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forced Lover: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHRISTINE..."Since you only want to cut off our relationship, then why should I give you some freedom?"His voice is cold as ice that sends a chill down to my bones."Wh..at do y.ou m..ean?" My throat dried in fear."Christine, didn't you understand what I'm saying to you in the room upstairs?"I only stared at him, blinking. My mind turned completely blank."I have a paranoid personality disorder. No one can change what I decide." Maximo moved closer to me, almost touching my lips as he said those words, enhancing every part of it. "So, I have a feeling that you should give me a child."My eyes widened in shock.In the next second, His domineering kiss fell on my lips without showing any trace of gentleness.He covered my lips and repeatedly kissed me, ignoring everything else, he gave me hisbreath as if he is declaring his possession."Mmm, no..." I was shocked, trying to resist.He put one hand on the wall, the other around my waist, behind my back, andsuddenly unzipped my dress

CHRISTINE...I never wanted it. Definitely not. I almost slumped down onto the chair, my hands tightly holding onto the fork, and my mind in complete chaos.In the end, I was still dragged away by Maximo to his company.The sky was clear, and the "ZZZ" Building was located in London's technological district.It was a magnificent sight. The Director's Office was at the building's higher levels.Inside a large area of windows, Maximo is working at a desk, his hand holding onto a mouse as he checked the technical reports on the computer.He soon put down the mouse and pressed the centre of his brows with his fingertip, soothing himself from exhaustion.He slowly turned his head and watched me. I am sitting in front of a white desk that has been set up after he brought me to the office.I sat there with the notepad in hand. The tip of my pressed against the white screen, but I wrote nothing."What are you daydreaming for?" He spoke in his usual deep voice as he looked deeply at me with hi

CHRISTINE..."Didn't you eat?" I looked at him in shock.Didn't he go to the lunch meeting? There was a reason for it to be called a 'lunch' meeting, right?Then What is going on?"Yes." He replied."Then you …!""I want to eat again.""But didn't you give it to me? I'm still hungry." I am depressed because I am starving still.Maximo elegantly chewed on a piece of meat, with his golden eyes swept across me, "Then stay hungry, go back home to eat. I want to eat more.”I held my forehead with a headache. He doesn't even need to eat two meals, yet he still wanted me to make another meal for him who was starving?He really has no conscience and is overly selfish.Does he really mean what he said to me before? Or, that was just an infatuation because he likes my cooking?I sighed, holding my empty stomach, I turned to look out of the window. I guess, I never should have been born in this world.Soon, the car stopped in the Vassel of Heaven. And I followed Maximo behind in the lift.Halfwa

CHRISTINE...'Paper of severance.'My whole world just shook at the sight of it.My fingers pressed against the cup andpoured the entire cup of coffee onto the table.I picked up the documents without thinking, which were not wet at all."Chris!" Mom cried out in alarm and quickly stood up to wipe the stains off my body with a tissue.I stood up and pushed her hand away, "I'm fine.""No, it's easy to get scalded like this.""Let's talk business." I looked at the concern in her eyes and suddenly felt that itwas a little ironic.She doesn't have to show me this concern after breaking me apart.Pushing away her hand, I coldly said, "Aren't we here to discuss signing?"The waiter came over and cleaned up the table."Chris" Mom sat down and looked at me with a troubled expression on her face.Her face was filled with bitterness. "Your father and I have been arguing for a long time, but he still insisted on doing so. He thought they were arguing for you, so the thing will end when you are

MAXIMO...I looked down at the woman beside me, sleeping with a little frown on her beautiful face.Stains of tears were still stuck on her face. After I picked her up from the cafe, she fall asleep in the car and now, she is sleeping in my arms, in our bed.The whole ride she did not speak after I promised her to be her family and I mean it. I meant every word I said.I focused my gaze on her again.Her brows frowned deeper. She seemed she is frightened because of a nightmare.It reminded me of seeing her in the car today. Through the glass of the French window, I watched her pouring coffee on her, and she wept at the middle—aged woman, her hand shaking with the pen, weak and helpless.I put my hand under the covers and felt her hand on mine. Her fingers were slender and soft, but cold as snow.I covered her hands for a while, then flipped up my blanket and walked into thebathroom to shower changed into a bathrobe and headed out.There were no servants in Vassel of Heaven's duplex a