All Chapters of Forced to Wed: A Billionaire's Romance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Vincent "What is she doing now?" Nathan sighs. "They're still just talking, Vince. That's all they have been doing for the last hour—talking." I'm still not convinced. I had Nathan follow Sarah around to watch what she does in my absence and she had the galls to meet with her boy toy Jared. That little Minx! "How is she talking to him?" I ask him grimly. "What do you mean how is she talking?" Nathan asks, confused. "Is she laughing, smiling, touching him? Does it seem intimate or just friendly?" I clarify, my voice tight with barely concealed frustration. The thought of her with Jared, acting like they used to before I came into the picture, gnaws at me more than I care to admit. Nathan pauses for a moment, as if considering his words carefully. "It's mostly friendly, Vincent. Sure, she laughs at some of his jokes, but it's not like they're all over each other. They're just sitting across from each other at a café, having coffee." I try to process this information calmly, but

Sarah"I'm going to grab a shower before bed, care to join me?" Vincent asks me, his lips curling into a smile.I blush. How can he say that so casually? "Join you?""Yes. Why do you look so horrified, like we haven't had sex a hundred times already?" He says, leaning toward me.I feel my cheeks burn even hotter at his blunt words. "I-I just wasn't expecting you to ask so... casually," I stammer, trying to regain my composure.Vincent chuckles, the sound low and husky. "Well, why not? We're husband and wife, aren't we?"I bite my lip nervously, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, the idea of sharing a shower with Vincent is undeniably tempting. But on the other hand, I can't shake the feeling of vulnerability that comes with being so intimate with him.But if I agree so easily, he will know I want him. I can't have that!"No thanks," I say, turning my head away.Vincent's expression shifts, his smile faltering slightly at my response. "Suit yourself."I can't help b

Sarah"I made a decision. From now on, my main mission is to make Vincent fall in love with me," I announce.Sophia can't help but burst into laughter. "Seriously? This is your master plan?""Why are you laughing? You think I am joking, don't you? Well, I am not joking. He thinks he is so tough, so I am going to prove him wrong," I say determinedly."And how do you know he hasn't already fallen in love with you?" Sophia wiggles her eyebrows.I blush. "I don't know. He is always denying it. Even when he does something sweet, he tries to cover it by treating me harshly."Sophia shakes her head. "He is impossible. But how are you supposed to make him admit it? Cook more of his favorite meals?"I roll my eyes at Sophia's suggestion. "Too simple. No, I need to come up with something more... strategic. Something that will catch him off guard."Sophia nods in agreement. "You need to show him that you're not just some girl he can push around. You're strong, independent, and worthy of his love

SarahI sneak into the bedroom, praying that Vincent isn't back yet.But as soon as I flick on the light switch, a loud yelp escapes my lips. There he is, sprawled out on the bed like a lounging cat, with a sly grin spread across his face."Have fun in your class today?" he says, watching me with those deep-set eyes.I nod, "Yeah, it was fun.""Good," he drawls out. "Because you owe me a show."My heart does this weird little skip—not from dread, not exactly. It's more like anticipation, like when you're at the top of a roller coaster, just before the plunge. I cross my arms and arch an eyebrow but can't quite hide the twitch of my lips that might suggest I'm amused. "I...I am too tired.""Come on, Sarah." His smug grin widens. "You promised. And I've been waiting oh-so-patiently.""Have you now?" I bite back a retort, because who is he kidding? Vincent's patience is as thin as the ice we're both skirting on. But this is the game we play, isn't it?"Let's not pretend you didn't agree

SarahI find him in the bedroom, undressing. He slowly unbuttons his white shirt. The fabric falls off his broad shoulders, revealing his toned chest and defined abs.And for a moment, I forget why I came here in the first place. Holy hell, this man is gorgeous. I want to lick his…No! I need to be strong! I can’t let his sexiness distract me.“Vincent!” I cry to get his attention.Vincent turns to me, his shirt hanging open. He takes it off entirely and throws it on the floor. "What?"His voice is like gravel, sending shivers through me. I fight to keep my gaze on his face."I wasn’t done talking to you."Vincent moves toward me. I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. He has a good foot and a half on me.“Well, I was done with the conversation. My decision is firm. You are not going to college.”“I…I think we should talk about this,” I stutter, my voice coming out in a whisper.Vincent leans in, close enough that I can smell his cologne. It’s woodsy and fresh, and it makes me