All Chapters of Forced to Marry the cruel Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Edward.The scene of Gregory causing trouble at the company on the day of the board meeting made my blood boil. I ordered security to go after him, but they came back empty-handed. That memory kept coming and going as the meeting went on, and I couldn’t think of anything else except whether Gregory would take Emma to lunch.My initial plan was to have Grandpa’s inheritance in my hands. I knew the old man would die soon, so I returned to my parents’ hometown. That was when I saw Emma.I had hired a private investigator to look into Gregory’s life as soon as I found out he was married. No one in the media knew the woman’s face, and that sparked a giant curiosity in me. When I first saw Emma’s face, I thought Gregory had good taste. She was beautiful, but she didn’t look happy by his side at all.I knew the entire story—at least I believed I did. I knew Gregory needed to have an heir to secure the inheritance. Not only that, but I knew Emma had been trying to get pregnant for years. And

Emma.I kept looking at Gregory for a long time, simulating his question and the answer I should give. My throat went dry, and the words simply wouldn’t come out of my lips.“Why are you asking this question?” My thoughts suddenly came to life.“Just answer what I asked.”Now, he was looking at me with that icy stare, and there wasn’t a trace of emotion on his face. I became even more confused.“There has to be a reason for the question.” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him firmly.Gregory lowered his head and remained silent. A few days ago, I noticed that he seemed as if he wanted to tell me something. He had been restless; sometimes, I would catch him looking at me so intensely that I even thought Gregory was about to strip my soul bare. I noticed something different about him, but I refused to believe this change concerned me.This question only fueled my doubts even more. I had never hated anyone, so why would Gregory think I hated him?“I already told you my reason

Emma.I was standing, leaning against the bed, looking at the closed door through which Gregory had just passed? I kept hearing his voice in my head all the time as he repeated the words, “I love you.”My defensive system was on high alert now, and my messy thoughts told me that Gregory was lying. I had lived beside him for two and a half years, and that man had never shown any affection for me—only disdain. And now he was saying he loved me? What were the odds of me believing that?I saw Lia enter the room, and something forced me to erase my worried expression. She came toward me smiling, as if she knew something I didn’t. Her gaze remained fixed on me until I lay down and closed my eyes.“Don’t pretend you’re sleeping,” she pressed her mouth to my ear and whispered, “Why do you act like this every time you see your husband?”I jumped out of bed, my heart racing, and looked into her eyes. The aroma of coffee filled my nostrils as she sipped the liquid.“What did Gregory say to you?”

GregoryHelena had gone to visit Emma. She asked me to stay outside and wait because she had something important to tell me. I did as she asked, even though I felt like an idiot for not going into that room and making sure Emma was okay.Lia said she was fine, but she seemed moody. It was certainly because of me. I had spent the last few hours dedicated to researching the best hospitals and specialists who could save Emma’s life, using that as a perfect excuse not to have to see her.“Cancer treatment is the same all over the world, Mr. Gregory,” the doctor from Spain told me via video call. “There is not much to be done in these cases other than surgery and treatment.”There was no one who could guarantee Emma’s survival, and that was killing me. I wouldn’t give up so easily. I didn’t want to lose Emma now that I had realized how much I wanted her by my side.Not only that, but I glued my eyes to the laptop screen, and I sat on that hard bench for hours, so I didn’t see my grandmothe

Gregory.A trip for me and Emma.I didn’t understand why I was excited, but I started packing my clothes to leave. I could hear Emma’s voice coming from the living room—she sounded happy, and her laughter filled my ears.When my phone rang, I didn’t feel like answering. I just wanted to keep listening to her voice, but the name on the screen made me stop everything and pick up the call.“What do you want?”“I’m at your doorstep waiting for you,” Mason’s voice was threatening. “And if you don’t come out, I’ll break into your house. I’m sure that Emma won’t like to see me.”I dropped the phone on the bed and rushed down the stairs, slipping out the door. It had been days since I last saw Mason—I had even thought he had forgotten his threats—but there he was again, making my life a little more difficult. There was no security around; I had dismissed all the staff, so I had to deal with Mason alone this time.My urgency in leaving the house caught Emma’s attention—not just hers, but also