All Chapters of My Forced Husband Is A Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ava's POVThe house felt both familiar and foreign, as if I were moving through someone else’s life while mine was stuck in another place. The usual warmth I always enjoyed at home seemed absent today. My father’s funeral was still fresh in my mind, and even though we were back from the service, I couldn't bring myself to accept it. My dad was really gone.“Go on,” Liam said, breaking me from my thoughts. “Take a hot shower, and I’ll get dinner started.” His tone was firm but gentle, as if he knew I'd try to argue.I hesitated, my fingers clenching the fabric of my dress. “Liam, you don’t have to—”“No arguing, Ava.” He gave me a small, reassuring smile. “It’s my duty to take care of you now, remember? You're my woman” His fingers brushed against mine, and I nodded, letting him lead me to our room.As the shower steamed up the bathroom, I stood there, motionless, but thoughts racing. I kept seeing my father’s face, not from the hospital bed where he breathed his last, but from my chil

Ava's POVToday at work, I was barely holding it together. The investors seemed pleased enough with the blueprint I presented, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t my best work—it had Liam’s last-minute touches all over it. I was thankful he’d saved the day, but an undercurrent of frustration gnawed at me.As I trudged back to my office, Mrs. Blackwell’s voice called out. “Ava, do you have a moment?”I turned to find her watching me with that familiar, concerned gaze. “You didn’t seem quite yourself today. You looked... distracted during the presentation. I’m surprised the investors didn’t notice.”I forced a laugh, trying to mask my exhaustion. “I’m fine, just a bit worn out, that’s all.”Mrs. Blackwell raised an eyebrow, her lips tightening in a skeptical line. “You did well with the blueprint, but I can tell something’s on your mind. Want to talk about it?”I tried to brush it off, giving her a vague smile. “Oh, it’s nothing, really. Just feeling a bit off.”“Ava, you can talk to me. Wh

Ava's POVI stared at the card in my hand. "Liam Ross B" was the only thing written in front. What did the "B" mean?The "B" was written in a strange, almost artistic curve—like someone who practiced their signature too many times until it got perfect. Something tugged at the back of my memory. I had seen this exact style before. But where?I flipped the card over, hoping for more clues. Nothing. Just a phone number scribbled in black ink on the back. I pulled out my phone and typed the number into the search bar. I hit search.Nothing.I stared at the empty search results, a knot tightening in my chest. A private line, maybe? Or just an old number he forgot to delete? That didn't make sense, though. Why would he keep an outdated card in his wallet? My thumb hovered over the call button, but then I thought better of it. Calling would be too risky.If it was Liam’s number, or even someone who knew him, what would I even say? "Hey baby or stranger, I was snooping around and decided to c

Third Person's POVLiam stood frozen in the police station as Ava's words rang in his ears. “What?” His voice trembled as he turned to face Ava, who stood a few feet away, her gaze fixed on the ground.“Yes, you heard me,” Ava replied, her voice steady as she raised her eyes to look at him. His heart clenched at the coldness in those orbs. “We’re soon going to be an ex-couple. I’m getting a divorce, Liam. I can’t continue like this.”The words cut through the air like a knife, and Liam’s heart sank. He took a step closer, reaching for her hand, but she pulled away. “Ava, please,” he pleaded, his voice desperate. “Let’s not do this here. I’ll explain everything—just give me a chance.”“Explain?” She let out a bitter laugh, her eyes flashing with hurt. “What is there to explain, Liam? The secrets, the lies—they’ve been choking me for months. You think a few words can undo all that?”“Ava, I swear, it isn’t what you think—”“I don’t care what you swear!” she snapped, her voice rising. “I

Ava's POVI paced up and down in my new room at the elegant Blackwell mansion—a tall, glass, castle-like structure on the edge of the city. My mind was racing with thoughts about how they controlled my life. The conversation in the taxi hadn’t gone well. I had told the driver to drop me off immediately, but he refused. “Sorry, ma'am, I can’t do that,” he had said. “You see that man? He’s very powerful and he's related to the Blackwells. The Blackwells... they are very important people. I can’t disobey them. They say you’re their child, and you’re too stubborn. I’m taking you to their house.”Disbelief had etched itself on my face. How did it come to this? Now they wanted me to live with them, and I had no choice. This was basically kidnapping.The drive had taken roughly an hour, and soon we reached a private area. My legs trembled as I thought about the possibility that they might want to kill me now that I knew their secret—or something equally sinister. Surely, they had paid off t