All Chapters of Forced Marriage With Heartless CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It was simply impossible - unthinkable. Scarlet wasn't supposed to die, not like this. She was meant to live out the rest of her days in misery and anguish, forever haunted by him and the memory of her defilement. That was the fate Dane had intended for her.So why had she taken her own life instead? Why trade decades of torment for an escape into oblivion? Did she truly loathe him so completely, with such scorching intensity? He couldn't - wouldn't - believe it!A profound sense of unease settled over Dane as he wrestled with these turbulent thoughts and emotions.He felt...sad. Inexplicably melancholy in a way he couldn't fully grasp or articulate. Not because she was gone - because she was the one who had chosen to go.Scarlet was the only person he had ever truly wanted to possess, to torment, play with and control with an iron fist.She alone had captivated him in a way no other had before. And now she was gone, forever out of his reach.His mother grabbed his shirt again, jolting

~Back in Wovers Mansion~A funeral home had been arranged within its walls to allow acquaintances and loved ones to pay their respects and offer condolences for the deceased Scarlet.This sombre gathering followed the police's official announcement of her tragic death and the issuance of her death certificate, making her demise an undeniable reality.While the mansion was filled with cries and condolences, Lincoln found himself lingering in Scarlet's bedroom, surrounded by the lingering essence of her final breaths and the perfume that clung stubbornly to every corner.Michael, on the other hand, remained locked in his own suite, refusing to come out and face the heartbreaking scene unfolding beyond his door.Tears streamed freely down Lincoln's face, making his vision blur by the endless wellspring of grief.Every inch of this bedroom held memories that assaulted him from all angles - cherished moments they had shared now tainted by the bitter sting of her absence.His gaze fell on he

["Just two hours after the shocking scandal involving Scarlet Wovers, the daughter of Governor Wovers, and Dane Creighton broke into the public eye, the situation took a heartbreaking turn. Audio and visual proof of their intimate encounter in a hospital have surfaced online, spreading like wildfire across social media and news outlets. The footage left little room for doubt, and the public was quick to react with a storm of opinions, judgment, and speculation.In what seems to have been an attempt to escape the overwhelming fallout, Miss Wovers tragically ended her life. Authorities confirmed that her car was found submerged in the river late last night. Emergency responders were called to the scene, but it was too late. Police have since confirmed her death, leaving the community in shock and disbelief.”]Michael abruptly rose to his feet. "Don't believe these lies. Scarlet wouldn't do such things. You all know she was a good person." His voice was filled with indignation as he addr

Michael came to visit the river again that night, gazing at it lost in thought. He snapped out of his reverie when the faint rumble of an approaching car reached his ears.He turned to see Lincoln's beat-up sedan pulling up, the driver's side door creaked open to reveal his disheveled brother-in-law. Poor guy looked like he'd been through the wringer.Lincoln shuffled over, eyes downcast and shoulders slumped with the weight of his grief.Michael let out a heavy sigh."Thanks for coming, man. I know this isn't easy," he said quietly. "But there's something crucial you need to understand if you're going to help me get justice for Scarlet."Lincoln's head bobbed in a slow nod, his jaw set in grim determination despite the sorrow etched on his face.Michael hesitated, steeling himself for the difficult conversation ahead. "Not long before Scarlet wanted to move the wedding date up, she...she told me something. Something big." His voice came out lower than he intended.Lincoln's back stra

~One year later~A full year crawled by, but the Wovers family's pain remained raw and unrelenting.Mrs. Wovers spent her nights holed up in her daughter's room, the pillow permanently soaked with her ceaseless tears as she grieved for the beautiful girl they'd lost.Their home was a daily gut-punch of a reminder, frozen in time by her absence like it was waiting for her to walk through the door again.Despite her grief, Mrs. Wovers took it upon herself to dutifully clean and maintain her daughter's suite whenever a speck of dust dared accumulate. Like she was preserving it, just in case.One big change for the family - Mr. Wovers had moved back in with his wife and son. Michael and his mother had pushed back hard against it at first but had to accept his return in the end. The man was determined to mend the shattered bonds of their family, going so far as to implement extra security - bodyguards and a live-in lady keeping constant watch over his wife and son.Michael chafed at the