All Chapters of Billionaire’s Forbidden Cinderella: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morning arrived with a quiet stillness, broken only by the distant chatter of staff preparing for the wedding. The faint glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains, teasing my eyes open. I stared at the ceiling, wishing I could stay in bed forever.The weight of everything felt unbearable. The nightmare from last night lingered in my mind, vivid and haunting. My heart pounded as the memory of Viktor’s skeletal face and the collapsing church resurfaced. My throat tightened as I struggled to shake off the dream’s hold.Sighing deeply, I sat up and instinctively placed a hand on my stomach. The faint curve under my palm was unmistakable now. The twins. My twins. And Lukas’ children.My breath hitched, and my heart ached with the same question that haunted me every day: What kind of life will they have?I felt a pang of guilt as tears pricked my eyes. These innocent lives growing inside me hadn’t asked for this. And yet, I was helpless to change their fate—or mine.Another knock at th

The air inside the church was heavy, thick with incense and the weight of a thousand unspoken expectations. My steps echoed across the polished marble floor, each one a reminder of the path I could no longer veer from. The grandeur of the place was suffocating—the towering stained glass windows filtering streams of light that painted the space in colors too vibrant for the emptiness I felt. Every detail was perfect, pristine, and hollow, like me.I felt the stares of everyone as I walked down the aisle—not the wedding aisle, not yet, but the path leading to the waiting room at the side of the church. Servants hurried past, murmuring among themselves, their voices a dull hum against the pounding in my ears. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the choir rehearsing, their voices rising in a hymn that sounded more like a dirge.I reached the small room where I was to wait until the ceremony began. It was lavishly decorated, with velvet chairs, gilded mirrors, and a table laden with re

The first rays of sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains as I stirred awake, the unfamiliar feel of the grand bed beneath me a stark reminder of the life I had just entered. The Petrov estate was quiet, unnervingly so, and the weight of the silence bore down on me like an unwelcome guest. My chest tightened as I sat up, the events of yesterday playing on a loop in my mind. The vows, the kiss, the façade—each moment felt more surreal than the last.I glanced around the room, its opulence doing little to ease the unease creeping into my heart. Everything was pristine, perfectly arranged, and cold. My gaze drifted to my reflection in the mirror across the room. The high neckline of my nightgown covered the bruises left by my own trembling grip as I tried to steady myself the day before. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, and I let out a shaky breath.The faint knock on the door startled me. Before I could respond, a maid stepped in, bowing slightly. "Madam, Mr. Petrov has

The early afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my coat. The reflection staring back at me felt almost foreign. This wasn’t the woman who had fled to escape a marriage she never wanted. No, this woman was tethered to Viktor Petrov, bound by an unspoken promise, and every day that passed made it harder to ignore the weight of that connection.Despite the grandeur of the Petrov Estate, the ache of longing in my chest was unbearable. I hadn’t seen my family in days, and I missed them more than words could express. The laughter of my brother, Aaron, the stern yet loving gaze of my father, the familiarity of the chaotic Marchenko Mansion—these were the things that had always grounded me. Here, surrounded by opulence, I felt untethered, adrift in a gilded cage.I exhaled deeply, my fingers brushing the cold surface of the vanity. There was only one thing left to do. I had to see them. I straighte

The night was quiet, but I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts were tangled as I lay on my old bed in the Marchenko Mansion. It had been years since I last called this house my home, but it no longer felt like one, especially after they sold me to that evil billionaire. Every corner seemed to echo with secrets and tension. Viktor had left me here earlier, his cold departure lingering in the air. I told myself I was here for my father and Aaron, to be with them before facing whatever my future held.I turned on my side, placing my hand over my growing belly. I hadn’t told anyone in this house about the twins. It wasn’t their secret to know. The thought of Iris finding out sent a chill down my spine. How could she not notice? How could my mother remain oblivious?As the clock struck midnight, a faint creak broke the silence. My door eased open, and Greta’s familiar figure appeared in the dim light."Greta?" I whispered, sitting up in alarm."Shh," she hushed, her eyes darting toward the door. "