บททั้งหมดของ Forced to Marry My Stepbrother: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

***Hyacinth***My heart was a storm, each beat a thunderclap of dread. Every time my eyes caught a glimpse of a bouquet of flowers, my pulse quickened, and a cold sweat broke out on my skin. The world felt like it was closing in, my thoughts a tangled mess. My stomach churned, and my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t breathe. My body trembled uncontrollably, as if the ground beneath me was shaking.“So, do we still have to pick up that coffee or what?” Patricia’s voice broke through my haze, her tone laced with concern. “You know, you can just stay here. I’ll pick it up.”“No, we go. They need coffee and food too,” I insisted, my voice barely steady. I pulled my hood over my head, shielding myself from the world as I followed Patricia into the café. Two bodyguards trailed behind us, their presence both comforting and a stark reminder of the danger that seemed to lurk around every corner. Seth waited in the car, his watchful eyes scanning the surr

**Hyacinth**After four grueling hours of self-defense training, I had envisioned a quiet evening of rest and relaxation. I knew my body would be sore tomorrow, and the thought of Raven’s amorous intentions for the night made me wince. But, as fate would have it, our plans changed. Raven received an invitation to dinner from a friend who lived on the same penthouse floor.As I soaked in a long, luxurious bath, Raven filled me in on our hosts, Mrs. Rachel Vanderbilt and her husband. They owned the entire building and had taken a liking to Raven. He explained how they had invested in his company early on, helping him build his empire alongside his father’s legacy. The Vanderbilts were old-money billionaires, a stark contrast to Raven’s self-made success.With Irene’s assistance, I blow-dried my hair and applied a touch of makeup—something I rarely did on my own. Raven presented me with a sleek black dress that complemented his casual yet elegant outfit. I sighed, longing to lounge in com

**Hyacinth** The party in the building was a whirlwind of excitement and exhaustion. The constant social interactions left me drained, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was playing the role of a housewife for Raven. Yet, amidst the chaos, I couldn’t shake the thought of diving deeper into the business world. Was there still room in my packed schedule to learn and grow? “You look stunning,” Raven said, his voice warm as I turned to show him my gown for the Gala. The crimson red dress hugged my curves perfectly, its mermaid cut flowing elegantly to the floor with a subtle slit for ease of movement. The off-shoulder design featured cape sleeves adorned with intricate embroidered spirals and shimmering gems that caught the light with every step. It was breathtaking—and undoubtedly expensive. “Are these real?” I asked, gesturing to the gems that sparkled like stars against the fabric. “Of course, darling,” Raven replied, his grin widening. “Your husband *is* from a mining and jew

***Raven***Hyacinth was the flower of the night—the only bloom that thrived in the moonlight. She was radiant, captivating, and effortlessly enchanting, much like the woman who had raised her, Margarette Sinclair. Though I hadn’t yet formally met the Sinclairs, it was clear that Hyacinth had brought a sense of joy and peace to Margarette’s family. Watching her interact with Margarette’s eldest son, I could see how her honesty and authenticity had won them over. It was impossible not to fall under her spell. She was introverted, yet she had a way of connecting with people, especially those with old souls. She was extraordinary, and I was endlessly proud to call her mine.After the event, I finally collapsed onto the bed beside her, my body aching from the long evening. Gently, I began massaging her feet, which were undoubtedly sore from hours of standing and walking in those impossibly high heels. I regretted letting the stylist choose such impractical shoes. Next time, I’d make sure

**Raven**Understanding the immense influence Hyacinth’s mother held in the business world only fueled my determination to provide for Hyacinth in every way possible. Her mother’s wealth was hers, not mine, and I respected that boundary. But every penny I earned, every success I achieved, was for Hyacinth. She was my purpose, my driving force. I built my empire not for glory or power, but to ensure she lived a life free from worry, surrounded by the luxury she deserved. Yet, no amount of wealth could erase the pain etched on her face when she spoke of her mother. The emotional scars from her family ran deep, and it pained me to see her cry. Her mother, a brilliant mind who had saved countless companies, had left behind a legacy—and a final message to secure her daughter’s future. It wasn’t just the Charles Law Firm searching for Hyacinth; Sinclair was also in the mix. The weight of it all was overwhelming, but I would shoulder it for her.We left the mansion late that night, after Hy