บททั้งหมดของ The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Completely perplexed, Cyra continued to gaze down at that gold anklet in her hold. She trailed her eyes towards her wrist, and her suspicion confirmed. It was hers. She was wearing its other pair on her wrist. This anklet was hers, but how did he have it?The soft noise of those anklets’ jiggling woke Zaiden up from his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he searched was for her, whom he found standing beside the bed. Her back was on her. Smiling, he removed the blanket and walked towards her. Zaiden wrapped his arms around her from behind.“A very beautiful morning, Mrs Alvaro,” he whispered in her ear, and then softly pecked her earlobe. But he got confused when he received no answer from her. She didn't even turn her head around to look at him.What happened to her?“Cyra,” he clutched her arm to slowly turn her around in his direction.“What happe…” his words got stuck inside his throat when she twirled around and his eyes landed on that pair of anklets in her hol

Sitting on the bed of that room, Cyra was completely lost in her own thoughts. She didn't know where he had taken her. They left that island last night as soon as Theodore and Aevia came to meet him. They took her back to their home country this morning, but didn't take her back to their home which confused her more.She didn't know what was happening, and most importantly, she still didn't get her answer from him regarding who had woken up and who wanted to meet her. When she asked him about this last night, all he said in reply was she was soon going to get all her answers on her own.So now, she was patiently desperately waiting to get all her answers. But somehow, she could feel that something big was about to happen. Her gut feeling was telling her that….. and that thing was filling her worry and nervousness.What was going to happen now?No matter what happened, she just needed to be with him. That was all she needed. They had suffered enough without each other, so now she needed

20 YEARS AGOSitting on the floor, that one year old toddler was playing with her toys. Her beautiful doe eyes, which had an alluring shade of forest green colour, were twinkling in happiness. Trailing her eyes, she looked towards the sofa and giggled, seeing her mother sitting there.“M…mamma,” that little baby called her mother in her sweet, broken words as she had just started speaking. “Come here, Amora. Come to mamma, my baby,” she saw her mother opening her arms. The little baby left the toys and started crawling towards her mother.The little girl's golden anklets jiggled as she crawled towards her mother.Reaching her mother, she attempted to get up on her feet while grabbing her mother's legs with her tiny palms.Chuckling, her mother picked her up in her arms and kissed her chubby cheeks.“My baby has turned into a big girl,” her mother continued to shower her face with soft kisses, making the little girl smile and titter in her mother's embrace.“Good afternoon, Mrs Winchez

“You all just betrayed me with your lies. You all are liars,” he heard her shouting at him while she aggressively shook his collar. Tears were streaming down from her eyes. Her entire demeanour was blazing in pain, and he could never blame her for this reaction of hers.He knew the truth had made her feel like her entire existence was a lie. The truth had made her feel like every loved one of hers had betrayed her, including her parents and him, whom she loved more than her own self.And somehow, he could clearly understand her pain. Afterall, he himself had been betrayed in the worst possible way by his own existence and identity.“How could you all do this to me? How?” She aggressively shook his collar, and was about to hit his chest with her fists, but even in that vulnerable state of her, her mind immediately made her recall his wounds, so Cyra stopped her hands in the middle before they could end up hurting him.She was curious. She was outraged. She was broken. She was completel

“Why did you do all of that before our wedding, Zaiden?” Cyra questioned him, desperate to know if their closeness was the result of that promise which he had given to her father, then where existed that love which he had been claiming to feel for her since the beginning?“If it had always been just your promise then why did you name it love?” She asked him further.Cyra noticed the warmth in his gaze vanishing, hearing her question. But she didn't stop herself from sighing that matter more deeply. She clutched his arm tightly.“I want answers, Zaiden. All this time, I had been believing that whatever you did that night of my birthday party and everything after that to marry me, it was because you love me. I know, the world is going to judge me for believing what you did, it was out of love, but I don't care about the world. I know I love you and I have been believing that you do the same, but now I need to answer my own self,” she attempted to make him understand what had been going i