All Chapters of Forced Marriage With Heartless CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Scarlet made to step back to retrieve the necessary medical supplies; however, Dane's large hand shot out with lightning quickness, catching her by the arm and halting her right by the side of the bed."It hurts real bad, Doc," he practically purred. "You're going to have to take real good care of me now."Scarlet couldn't quite stifle the heavy sigh that escaped her at his words and the way his grip tightened ever so slightly on her arm before loosening again.She pulled herself free, went to the supply tray, and took out some antiseptic solution and a sterile gauze pad.As she carefully cleaned and dressed the wound on his arm, Scarlet was mildly surprised by how still and calm Dane remained throughout the process.Most male patients would be whimpering or cursing up a storm at the sting of the antiseptic, but he didn't so much as flinch.He simply watched her face intently the entire time.Once she'd finished bandaging him up properly, Scarlet stepped back and crossed her arms over

Scarlet was a crumpled heap on the floor, racked with uncontrollable sobs that shook her entire frame. Her face was buried in her hands, but it did nothing to muffle the heart-wrenching sounds of her anguish.Dane hadn't approached her out of the blue - no, he had an agenda. And Scarlet was painfully aware of that. But who could she turn to for help? Lincoln would surely lose his mind if he found out.He would turn her world upside down in his rage. At the end, she'd be exposed, lose her job and her reputation irreparably tarnished.Then there was Michael to consider. His brand of "assistance" would no doubt involve firearms and outright bloodshed, consequences she couldn't begin to fathom.Scarlet shuddered at the thought, cradling her arms around her midsection. No, she couldn't risk either of them finding out, not when her attacker was clearly a dangerous and unhinged man who didn't scare easily.A fresh wave of sobs tore from her throat as the realization crashed over her.She was

~Meanwhile~Dane’s fleets of convoys finally pulled up to one of his nondescript warehouses.He sat back against the deep red leather seat, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw as he eyed the well-guarded building.He couldn't afford to delay this particular victory any longer - not if he wanted to keep his tenuous grip on his rapidly unraveling sanity.The itch beneath his skin had been driving him to distraction for days now, an insistent craving that could only be satisfied by indulging in his...darker tendencies.He pushed open the car door before his men could and stalked towards the warehouse's main entrance with purposeful strides.He didn't bother announcing his presence. Every one of his men stationed here knew better than to loiter in the open when he was due to arrive.Sure enough, the entire place was deserted and cloaked in shadows as he stepped across the threshold. Except Chris who was following behind him.The men in black stationed at the main office in this warehouse

~The next morning~Scarlet sat on her bed after showering and getting ready for work, then reached for her phone to call Lincoln. They had aagreed to talk the previous evening but he never called. She began to worry when his phone rang several times before he finally picked up."Hello, my love," Lincoln said, sounding tired."Lincoln, are you feeling alright?" Her brows furrowed at his tired tone.He let out a big sigh. "I'm just exhausted, babe. But I'll be fine." He tried to downplay it."Are you coming? Do you think you can still make it? Or should I come over?"There was a heavy sigh on the other end. "I'm just...really tired, babe. Drained. You really don't have to worry about me.""Don't give me that," Scarlet chided, already hopping off the bed. She knew that weary tone - he was definitely not fine. "Where are you? I'm coming over.""Scar, you don't have to-""Yes, I do!" She grabbed her keys off the nightstand, the phone cradled between her ear and shoulder. "Now are you still

~That evening~Michael trudged through the front door, dead tired after a brutal day. All he wanted was to faceplant onto his bed and pass out. But when he walked into the living room, he found his mom slouched on the couch, looking like someone had run over her puppy."Aw, man, not this again," Michael groaned inwardly before shuffling over to plop down next to her. "Hey, mom? You alright?"Mrs. Wovers jumped a little, like she'd been a million miles away. "Michael! Oh, honey..." She blinked rapidly, trying for a smile, but it came out more like a grimace. "I'm fine, dear, just fine."Michael felt the urge to wrap his arms around her and ask what was weighing so heavily on her mind.His mother's sad, deflated demeanor was concerning. However, he restrained himself and kept his cool, patiently waiting for her to open up instead of bombarding her with questions.Finally, he couldn’t remain silent anymore. "Mom, just tell me what's going on already. You know how I hate having to guess a