All Chapters of Forced To Marry The Crippled Billionaire : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

As soon as I got to my friend's bar, she climbed down from the stool, coming closer to me and hugging me tightly. "I am such a bad friend for not coming to visit you since your ordeal. I'm so sorry about everything that has happened and I believe that one way or the other will be able to fix it." She said, Wasn't that pretty much hilarious to think that when I needed her the most when she didn't show up? I was not even in the mood to engage in blame games and name calling. "I guess that's the beauty of life. As time goes on we get to see how people act even when there is no reason for them to be nice." I responded stylishly, hitting her below the belt. She disengaged from the hug and looked at me weirdly. "I am aware that this is pretty much directly at me but isn't it too harsh for someone you call a friend? I mean I only made one mistake and now I have to suffer throughout my lifetime for it? That is even worse than you would like to admit. I know that I have probably pissed you

Jakob's POV. I woke up with a start also scanning the perimeter to see what was going on. I was in a hospital. When did I get here? The events of the previous night came rushing into my mind like a barrage and I placed my hands on my forehead to massage my temple. Mia walked in with a paper bag looking furious. Her countenance only changed when she saw me. "I didn't think you were going to wake up anytime soon so I ordered some clothes. I hope you do not mind." I believe twice trying to figure out what exactly the situation was that made her think that shopping was even more important to me than anything else in the world "You ordered clothes for yourself?" I raised a brow to get the full scope of the gist. She shook her head before taking a seat closer to me. "I know how this must look and everything but this is just you being paranoid. What I actually meant was that I had a meeting I wanted to represent you in so I ordered some clothes since you would not be present physically.

Author's POV. The courtroom air? Stale. Stiff. Like a morgue with better lighting. Dr. Fisher sits slumped. Tailored suit. Empty eyes. His lawyer, a slick weasel in pinstripes, adjusts his tie. 'Nervous'. Prosecutor Amelia Voss strides forward. Heels 'click-clack' like a ticking bomb. She slaps a file on the jury’s rail. Papers flutter. “Ladies. Gentlemen. This man”—she whirls, points at Fisher—“is no healer. He’s a 'chemist of death'.” The jury leans in. Fisher’s pen trembles. “Forged prescriptions. Falsified records. 'Profit over pulse'.” Voss tosses photos—bottles with smudged labels, scribbled dosages. “He didn’t 'mistreat' patients. He 'weaponized' them.” A juror gasps. Fisher’s lawyer stands. “Objection! Speculative—” “Overruled.” Judge Calloway’s voice grinds. Granite face. Ice-chip eyes. “Proceed, Ms. Voss.” She smiles. Feral. “Gladly.” ''' The witnesses come. A parade of ghosts. First: Mrs. Eliza Trent. Apron stained. Hands raw. “My husband… his arthritis

Coming from someone who had waited so long to get answers I guess the taste of victory still lingard in my mouth as I tried to figure out what exactly the problem would be if I went on with my idea. Absolutely no one to support me besides myself and my persistent belief that I could do this. I didn't even bother about going on and on above the usual. I just waited and sealed deals from my office. Julie was my greatest supporter as she didn't miss a day to gas me up and tell me how amazing I was. This was the kind of person I wanted in my life who was going to always prove that there was a reason for me to always have sufficient people around. It wasn't going to change the fact that I was going to suffer to bring my vision to limelight even though I had a few agencies who wanted to mingle with me. I had to turn most of them down when I realized that their visions didn't tally with what they wanted me to do. It was always prohibited to mingle with such people as long as t

Selene's POV It felt like I was floating on my air, the world around me felt like it was spinning. I had never felt this type of hangover in a while, it must have been a crazy night… I thought as I tried to steady myself gripping the sheets of my bed wondering how I had been so careless when muffled voices reached my ears. Slowly I tried to focus on the voices when I heard a slight beeping machine, slowly my eyelids fluttered open and I was faced with a ceiling that was certainly strange making it clear I was not in my room. "You should have been here earlier." A soft feminine voice uttered, making me incline my head in the direction ignoring the throb in my head. I tried to focus on who was speaking. "Annie, don’t start." A familiar voice shot back laced with frustration. "Don’t start?" Annie retorted, scoffing. "He was bleeding out, Josh! Where were you?" Blood. The word sent a slow, crawling heat through my chest. My fingers twitched against stiff sheets, memories flickeri