All Chapters of The Billionaire's Forced Lover: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHRISTINE...According to the eavesdropping system, Carla would be leaving at 8 AM.The wait was long and boring. I slapped my aching legs, cursing the beast in my life, in my heart hundreds of times.If today I couldn't know the truth because of these legs, I would definitely hate him to death!Soon, At 8: 10 PM. A Lamborghini with pink paint on it drove out of the car park. The one in the Driver's seat was Carla. Without even taking a driver, she went out alone. Clearly, there was something behind it.Pursing my lips, I started to follow the car carefully. Because of Carla's terrible driving skills, it was easier to follow her.The direction that she was heading towards was that remote town as I guessed. And soon I found her car parked before the hotel I went to with Maximo last time.I parked the car carefully and saw Carlagot off the car. She directly walked towards the hotel without a bag. She was so cautious that she didn't bring any communication device.A little while later,

CHRISTINE...I sat on the chair for a long time, staring outside through the huge French window.I thought Luna was a good friend of mine, but I never realised her to become this way.I knew from the start that, my sister doesn't like me. But this? I never really thought of it.It seems, all my life has been played by others. And at this point, being imprisoned by Maximo does not feel bad anymore.Maximo does hurt, but, he always does that with an announcement. He never does anything behind my back. He will annoy me and force me at times but he is the one who always came first to help me in every situation.He is a paranoid possessive, but he is not harmful in other ways.I leaned back on the seat, playing the record again and again. And I suddenly realised one thing, Maximo is not a bad guy. He is just paranoid. But, why?I thought for a moment and then leaving Carla and Luna's topic aside, I went to Google through my phone and searched for the reason for PPD.There was no specific r

CHRISTINE...As I was standing on the opposite side of the road, I watched them getting into a car.A few people, that are watching the couple from my side, I heard them talking,"They look so good together. Carla Williams and Michelle Macmillan. Such a cute couple with their baby coming soon!""Yeah, I heard they are going for a family dinner."People talked and I heard. That made me smile at my luck. No, not because I am jealous seeing that couple. No. When I have given up, I did. There is no option open for Michelle in my life anymore.What made me upset is the way my adoptive parents kicked me out of their lives as if I never existed.And the funniest thing is, I know I am not guilty for that reason and the one who did destroy me is Carla Williams, their biological daughter.I smiled, bitterly. But, no one is here to believe me. If I go and say this to them, they would definitely try to cover it up and that's what I never wanted.If I am gonna reveal the truth, I need justice then

CHRISTINE...I stared at the man and his soft blue eyes with immense pain. I forgot to blink. What did he just say?"Ye... You..." I am at a loss for words.Michelle chuckled nodding his head. "Yeah, I know it now. I recovered my memory, Chris... I remember..."He just said that line and I don't know what came to me. I just turned around and run away from there without stopping for a single second!I heard his voice behind me, asking me to stop, But, I did not stop and continued my run. I only stopped after entering the lift.Leaning against the wall, I inhaled a sharp breath to calm myself down. But the more I tried to, The more I become agitated recalling his last words.Michelle recalled his memory! Michelle recalled his memory!That one line kept roaming around my head. He recalled his memory. But, when?I started searching my memories for a better answer. Trying to recall his behaviours.Wait... He took me to the park that day. Amusement Park! Is that the time? Or... I thought fo

CHRISTINE...Day after day, different stories played out in the bustling city.And I Christine Williams have one too, filled with dramas and no end.Currently, I am sitting in the taxi, opening up the car window to let the wind blow.I rested one hand on the window to watch the scenery outside, watching the people and buildings along the road retreat.I am out just to have some inspiration for my book. In all the hustle and bustle, I couldn't concentrate on writing. I need to work, to earn my living. Because one says, when he would kick me out, I need to find a way to survive.The wind was warm on my face, irritably warm. My phone vibrated. I picked up the phone without seeing, "Hello?""It's me." Maximo's magnetic and lazy voice sounded in my ear, speaking in a lazy tone."Yeah, I know," I said indifferently, and my tone was low."Hey, why are you so calm? Do you know I have had to wait until now to call you? It's been ten hours! Am I not giving you enough freedom this time? You stil