All Chapters of Forced To The Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

This is it. My wedding. If someone had told me I’d be here yesterday, I’d say they were lying. But here I am, no falsehood detected. There is only another twenty minutes left till I become Eliana Vanderbilt. Mrs. Levi Vanderbilt.“Eliana..” Aunt Livia crones in a sing song voice, clearly excited. “The guests are arriving.”She glances at me and her face contorts into a vicious sneer. Aunt Livia takes in my caramel tan skin, natural red lips enhanced by the lip stain I hurriedly smeared on and my slanted siren eyes.“Well, you can put lipstick on a pig..” she eyes me from top to bottom.I curl my fist, fingernails digging into my palms.“Whatever, I’m sure your husband wouldn’t mind.” That statement seems to set her off and she began laughing hysterically. “Given the circumstances, widowed even before your marriage.” She straightens back up again.Her face goes serious as she finally makes eye contact with me. She opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by the wedding planner walking i

“So it’s you.” The man says, his eyes trailing over my body in a scrutinizing manner.“Who are you and what are you talking about?” I asked. It was a tall man, about 6”2 with dark hair. He had broad shoulders and an evidently toned body. His voice as he said so it’s you, sounded deep and commanding, like the type spillers used. Why had he walked in here so confidently. He didn’t belong here, this was my fathers hospital room.“I’d have thought if they were placing a pawn she’d be more intimidating, atleast, not so frail and fragile looking.” Giving me another once over the strange man says. “Or maybe that’s part of the plan. I’m more likely to underestimate an innocent looking one than someone who looks like she knows what she is doing.”“Leave before I call security. You’re not supposed to be here.” I say getting scared. Who is this and what does he want? I’m not sure I could protect myself and my unconscious dad if a throwdown occurred right now.“You can drop the act now. I know yo

Levi’s office had become a war zone of paper and tension. The room reeked of old wood polish and something sharper—the stale scent of anger that lingered after Levi’s outbursts. He leaned against the desk, arms crossed, his eyes drilling into me. “I don’t believe you,” he said, his voice low and flat. “Not completely. Not yet.” “I don’t care what you believe,” I shot back, tired of his relentless accusations. “If I had answers, don’t you think I’d be screaming them by now? Do you think I want to be here?” His laugh was cold, biting. “What you want doesn’t matter. What matters is what you know. And you know something, even if you don’t realize it yet.” “I know Livia’s manipulative,” I said, letting my words snap. “I know she dangles debt and desperation over people’s heads until they do whatever she wants. But what you’re talking about? Rival families, assassination plots? You sound crazy, Vanderbilt. What is this a marvel movie?”“Levi,” he corrected sharply. “Don’t use my las