All Chapters of Forced To be Mrs. Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Standing in front of the large mirror, dressed in a simple wedding gown with a small veil atop my head, all I can think is: I'm really getting married. But I am not happy.This is the worst day of my life.I am marrying a man I don't like—someone I've despised my whole life. I want to run away, but I know that if I do, my family will be furious. And Yohan... he will find me and make me pay for the rest of my life."Setta?"I blink, pulled from my thoughts as Geneva steps into the room. Yohan and I are getting married at home, with only our families in attendance—no one else. That’s fine with me because, honestly, I don’t care about this wedding. I haven’t even told Franklyn, yet. When he finds out, I know he’ll be shocked and upset. But I believe he will understand why I didn’t invite him—because I don’t want this wedding at all.Maybe I’ll make it up to him when he gets married. I’ll be there, no matter what."Setta, are you okay with this?"Geneva’s serious gaze meets mine. She know

I woke up to a loud noise, as if there were cheers and some sort of competition happening. What’s going on?Rubbing my eyes, I glanced to my side, but Yohan was nowhere to be seen. There wasn’t even a trace of him. Hasn’t he come back yet?After swimming in the pool last night to clear my mind, I had gone straight to bed in the villa. I didn’t bother thinking about Yohan anymore, assuming he would take a while outside. But maybe he never came back at all. Where could he have spent the night?Shrugging off the thought, I headed to the shower to freshen up. I wanted to step out of the villa and see what all the commotion was about. Could it be a concert?I hurried through my routine, and since it was a beach resort and I was on vacation, I opted for a two-piece swimsuit. To complete my look, I put on a white crochet cover-up, let my hair down, wore a beach hat and sunglasses, and applied sunscreen before heading out.The moment I stepped outside, I noticed a large crowd gathered near th

Yohan pressed me against the wall, his kisses trailing down to my neck. I found myself gripping his hair, tilting my head back as a wave of unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed me. One of his hands was busy slipping off my top, while the other held my waist firmly, keeping me steady."Oh, Yohan!" I gasped, a soft moan escaping my lips when I felt his tongue teasing my chest.At some point, he had already removed my top, his hands moving swiftly to claim my breasts. He cupped one, kneading it gently, while his mouth and warm tongue played with the other."F*ck," I whispered when he lightly bit my nipple.I glanced down at Yohan, watching as he continued to lavish attention on me, his lips and tongue working their magic. He looked almost like a baby nursing, but the sheer pleasure of it made my thoughts scatter. Running my fingers through his hair, I shuddered when his tongue flicked rapidly against my nipple, making me arch my back in response.He lowered me again, and my legs nearly gave o

We arrived at a nearby restaurant, and once we sat at a table for two, a waitress came over to take our orders. I stayed quiet while Yohan focused on his phone, his expression serious.I didn’t want to disturb him. Yohan managed far more businesses than I did, and he was always busy. My father had allowed me to take a break for our honeymoon, handling my work in my absence. Despite my initial anger at Yohan, I was grateful for this chance to experience a proper vacation after our wedding.When our food finally arrived, I kept my focus on eating, avoiding Yohan’s gaze. But even so, I felt hyper-aware of his presence across from me. I suddenly became self-conscious about how I looked while eating. Even though I wanted to eat more, I held back, trying to maintain a modest demeanor.After finishing our meal, we walked back to the villa. Yohan stayed ahead of me, still engrossed in his phone, seemingly monitoring something important. I didn’t ask—he might get annoyed, and besides, it wasn’

"You took so long to reach out to me, huh? Where have you been? And it seems like you've suddenly changed in my eyes," Franklyn asked, furrowing his brow.I had decided to meet up with Franklyn. News about my marriage to Yohan had already spread throughout our company, and I didn’t want him to hear about it from someone else. Franklyn was my only friend—he deserved to hear the truth from me first.I went to his company, knowing how busy he was. Besides, I didn’t want to stay at my own company for now, especially since I would soon be transferring to Yohan’s. What was the point of lingering there? It felt suffocating, and I wasn’t ready to face Dad just yet."I have something to tell you, Frank," I said seriously.He raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in my demeanor. "O... kay? What is it, Princess?"Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze and told him the truth."I'm already married to Zion Yohan Warren, Frank.""W-What?!" His eyes widened as he shot up from his swivel chair, placing h