All Chapters of Forced to Marry My Bully: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I enjoyed my time in the bathroom because it meant I didn’t have to face him, nor would I be reminded of certain terrifying memories. But as I stared blankly at the foggy mirror above the sink, even the hazy steam couldn’t obscure the glaring marks on my body. My eyes reddened as I stared at my reflection in the mirror until the slow, deliberate sound of knocking came from the door. "You’ve been in there a while. If you don’t come out soon, I’ll go in." I was speechless.It wasn’t the first time Ethan had walked into the bathroom unannounced. Panicked, I quickly turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around myself.…Breakfast was neatly laid out on the table as usual, though Ethan likely didn’t have time to eat. The morning news droned on in the background as he effortlessly adjusted his tie with practiced precision.Noticing me staring at him, he leaned down and tapped my nose with a smirk. "Like what you see? Next time, you can tie it for me." I turned my face away

Milk used to be my favorite drink. Back in school, my mom would always make sure I left the house with a bottle of it every morning.But one day, when I got to class, Ethan was sitting on the desk in front of me. He was already quite tall back then. As he leaned down to look at me, his shadow completely engulfed me. I heard someone sneer, followed by a voice saying, "Come on, Ethan, have some fun." Then he smiled at me, stretching out his hand. I handed him the milk bottle. The moment he twisted off the cap, the scent of milk hadn’t even reached my nose before the white liquid poured down over my head. My nose, collarbone, neckline, the hem of my skirt—everywhere was soaked with that smell. But while I was crying, everyone else was laughing. "Hey, look at her. Who’s she trying to seduce?" "I swear, Ethan, your twisted sense of humor..." Suddenly, a thumb brushed against my cheek. Ethan rested his chin on his hand, sitting in front of me. He grabbed my chin, stud

"She’s Miss Quinn, Mr. Chambers’ fiancée." "What? She’s so rude, though." "He spoils her." "Why? I’ve never even seen her before, and she’s supposed to be the future lady of the house?" "It’s just a rumor that I’ve heard. They said he found her a few weeks ago." "Because she looks exactly like Mr. Chambers’ first love." "He couldn’t have the real thing, so he settled for the next best option…" …When I woke again, the sky outside was awash with fiery red clouds, their glow spilling into the room. The soft rustle of pages turning wasn’t loud, but the moment I stirred, he heard me. The back of his hand brushed against my forehead. "You have a fever. Why didn’t you drink the milk this morning?" I opened my mouth but found it hard to make a sound. My throat burned and my whole body was dry and weak. All I could do was shake my head. Ethan let out a quiet chuckle before lifting me into his arms. He had changed into fresh clothes, and there was no trace of smoke

I hadn’t had my period in months.… With Ethan’s lack of restraint and the fact that he never gave me any birth control, this outcome seemed inevitable. I was pregnant. Ethan probably didn’t know yet. I stared blankly at my flat stomach, lost in thought. The sad part was, did I even have a say in whether to keep this child or not? Lately, Ethan had been coming home early. And the moment he walked through the door, he would pull me into his arms. Sometimes, I struggled to reconcile this man with the one who used to kick me to the ground the moment he got bored. At some point, his bottom line had shifted—lowered to an extent I never thought possible. Sometimes, I overheard his phone calls with his friends. It was probably one of them inviting him out for a game of cards. He let out a low chuckle, his gaze dropping to where I was curled up on the couch."I’m keeping my wife company." A burst of exaggerated groans and jeers erupted from the other end, loud enough f

Lying in a hospital bed, the only thing I seemed to hear was the endless hum of cicadas outside. White window frames stretched endlessly. A ceiling so clean that there was not a speck of dust in sight. IV fluid dripped steadily from the bag above, while the catheter in my wrist pressed deep, like a thorn buried in bone.I had lost track of how many days I had been here and had no idea how many people came and went. Doctors, nurses, men, and women, hovering near the window. At some point, it felt like I couldn't hear them at all. Memories shattered like waves crashing in a storm and kept playing on a loop in my dreams. Ethan. His sister. Their cruelty. I relived it again and again.I had forgotten that I was already at the bottom of the abyss. Yet I still foolishly hoped that a demon could set me free. I had let myself be deceived by Ethan’s so-called tenderness. For a fleeting moment, I even believed he was different. The pain in my abdomen had lasted for days. Th