Semua Bab Forced to Marry My Stepbrother: Bab 111 - Bab 120

**Raven**The weight of the situation pressed heavily on my mind. Rosie’s decision to sell her shares had far-reaching implications, even if it only left her with a mere one percent stake in the company. I couldn’t help but wonder what Samuel would think of his daughter’s actions. Would he be disappointed? Concerned? Or would he understand the desperation that might have driven her to such a decision? Now, the Ruby Empire’s sudden interest in the Dawson company added another layer of complexity. Why would they want to involve themselves in our affairs? Was it because of Hyacinth’s connection to them, or perhaps because Regina had once saved the Ruby Empire from ruin? I knew Rosie was vulnerable in the cutthroat world of business—easily swayed, easily tricked. It was no wonder the company had nearly collapsed under her watch. “It seems the Hekkinen family is determined to get closer to you,” I remarked, turning to my wife. Her expression was unreadable, as always. “Speaking of Hekkin

***Hyacinth***Tears welled up in my eyes as Raven knelt before me, sliding the ring onto my finger. The cool metal felt familiar, as though time had stood still. It fit snugly, a reminder of how little I had changed over the years—perhaps I had been heavier back then, and now, after shedding some weight, it clung to me just as tightly. My heart swelled with a mix of emotions: joy, nostalgia, and an undercurrent of guilt I couldn’t quite shake.“It’s so beautiful, Raven,” I whispered, my voice trembling.“Of course, it is,” he replied, his voice warm and proud. “I told you, no other ring I’ve made for you compares to this one. This is my masterpiece.” He brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently. “Though it’s a bit tight. I’ll make some adjustments. Hurry, pull it off. It’s bad luck if I do it myself.”“Okay,” I murmured, sniffling as I struggled to remove the ring. It resisted at first, as if reluctant to leave my finger.“Just a tiny adjustment,” Raven assured me, his

***Hyacinth*** The words on the business textbook blurred together, meaningless shapes on a page. I tapped my pen against my notebook, leaving behind a trail of spirals and half-formed story ideas instead of notes. This wasn’t me. Numbers, strategies, corporate jargon—it all felt like a language I’d never be fluent in. But Raven had insisted, and so here I was, trapped in a role I never wanted. A sigh escaped me, heavy with frustration. “It’s interesting.” Patricia’s voice snapped me back to reality. Of course she found it fascinating. She thrived on structure, on logic, while my mind lived in the spaces between words, in the emotions that couldn’t be quantified. I slumped further in my seat, my pout deepening. “Hyacinth.” A book landed with a sharp thud in front of me. Zian loomed over the table, arms crossed, his usual calm demeanor fraying at the edges. “Are you even listening?” I blinked up at him, deliberately slow. “Can’t Patricia just handle this?” “Hey,” Patri

***Raven***Anthony’s demeanor was sincere, almost too much so. I had already had my men comb through his files before he even mentioned the alleged stalking. It seemed his ex-girlfriend was indeed intent on destroying his career. Her actions were calculated, deliberate, and venomous.Anthony’s family wielded considerable power, a status they had achieved largely thanks to their influential clients—Georgina and Eevi, the formidable Af Forselles mother-daughter duo. Georgina’s trust in the firm, and her decision to pass it on to Anthony despite his scandal, spoke volumes. The scandal itself was a tangled web: Anthony’s ex-girlfriend was now engaged to his college rival, a man who had competed with him not only academically but professionally, in several high-stakes cases. Despite the rivalry, Anthony had always excelled in defending his clients, even when the odds were stacked against him.The accusations against Anthony were damning—rape, leveled by the very woman he had once loved. Y

**Hyacinth**I gulped down another glass of cold water, willing myself to sober up. Having the Sinclairs on my yacht made me both nervous and excited. Two weeks wasn’t much time before we had to return to the US, but I was determined to make every moment count. Returning to the marina dock, I greeted Lian and Margarette with a warm smile. “Wow,” Lian gasped, her eyes widening as she pointed to the sleek black-and-platinum yacht. “Is that yours?” “Yes,” I said, pride lacing my voice. “A wedding gift from my husband.” I pulled Margarette into a gentle hug. “Oh, my little Regina,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “My mother-in-law and a few friends are already abroad,” I said, guiding Margarette by the arm as the staff assisted us onto the dock. She tilted her head up, her face softening. “The sky is so clear tonight,” she mused. “Full of stars.” I followed her gaze and nodded. “Just wait—the view only gets better from the water.” Inside, my mother-in-law, Darcy