All Chapters of Forced To Marry The Crippled Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Selene's POV. I sat on my bed scrolling through my Instagram feed, checking up on what had been going on in the past few weeks because I realized that a lot had been happening that I had not paid attention to. Such as the marriage between Gina Hayes and Richard Knowles. I scanned their feed for the wedding video. Everything was looking so crisp and clean, and I imagine how it would seem if I was truly getting married again to the real love of my life and not something that my parents pushed me into because I practically had no choice. 'did you have no choice?' my conscience spiked. I refuse to answer the obvious question because that was going to lead me down the memory lane which I would rather not indulge myself into. I wanted to be as objective as possible so that I didn't find myself resenting anyone. Since it had happened, I guess I had to live with the consequences. As long as it didn't warrant me to get pregnant for Jakob, I guess I was good with just living in as flatmate

Selene's POV. In the dimly lit bar in the VIP section, I reached for my drink, sipping softly as I basked in the soft music playing in the background. "Can you believe what he said to me? I don't think your plan is working I just believe that he is a narcissist who believes that the whole world should revolve around him simply because he says so." I complained bitterly to Julie, who had taken time off work to be able to talk to me. She ignored me and instead reached for her glass of Merlot wine again, licking her lips afterward. "I think both of you are the most stubborn pair I have ever tried to link up together. You are as hellish as a bull. I don't even know why I put up with you." She responded, before relaxing her left arm on the armrest I rolled my eyes at her defensive change in judgment. "You are supposed to be on my side and not on his. Do you have feelings for this guy?" I said, a little bit loud, because a few people turned to stare at me, making my cheeks grow hotter.

Selene's pov. At the Mansion. I walked in with a swagger when entered, only to find Jacob sitting alone at the dining table. A few days ago, I would have been moved to talk to him, but right now, I think he was in a state of dilemma and didn't want to accommodate any form of friendship, which I understood. I wasn't also looking for any friendship of any sort and would love to also be on my own. "Are you just going to walk past me that way?" He inquired from me, making me smile. I guess I was getting his attention right away and he couldn't help himself from commenting. I refused to turn; doing that was only going to reduce what I had planned all along. If he wanted to speak to me, then he had to have some respect for that and not just try to beat around the bush. "I didn't know that I was supposed to get permission from you before leaving," I responded. "You've been drinking," he mentioned. I smiled at his pathetic attempt at striking up a conversation with me because this wasn

Selene's POV. "Martha, why is Jakob laughing so hard downstairs?" I asked softly, as she placed the tray on the table. "He has a visitor."I raised an eyebrow. "One of those airhead bimbos right?" I asked, knowing fully well that there was something different "Never mind, just drop the tea and leave. If he asks after me, kindly tell him that I'm busy."Martha nodded and turned, staring at me tentatively, "I don't think he is going to ask after you but if he does, I would surely let him know that." It was weird that she had a little smirk on her face which irritated me to the core. "What exactly is your problem Martha?" I demanded from her so that she realized that I could see through her nonsense. She looked away for a minute before returning her gaze to mine. "I'm sorry to announce to you but this lady is very important so he would be busy discussing business. I hear that she is one of the brightest students New York University has ever produced."I didn't like the smirk on her

Selene's POV. The next morning I was downstairs before he could arrive for breakfast. Now that I had a competition in the house she was going to slow down my pace and wasn't going to give me what I wanted. Funnily enough,, the stranger was downstairs and smiling at me, making me feel more uncomfortable. I didn't want to brush her off so that I didn't look rude. "You are so beautiful, good morning to you, ma'am." She greeted kindly. I couldn't even find a fault in the hardwood thing, and that made me angrier. There was nothing worse than fighting against someone who didn't care about you. "I'm sorry if it seems like I budged into your home without informing you specially. I came from college because I have this business idea I want to share with your husband." She explained genuinely. I took a deep breath, refusing to show how annoyed I was with the fact that she was not even fighting with me. Doing anything against her was just plain stupid. "I don't really understand what it is