All Chapters of Forced Marriage of An Arrogant Heir: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

That night, the city was still alive despite the late hour. Afgan stood on the balcony of his room and stared blankly at the sparkling lights around him, he felt the need to escape from the tense situation at home. He left the house without telling Adelia, wanting to find Melinda. He felt that all this time, with Adelia, his head was always spinning and Melinda was the one who could make him feel calm. As Afgan's car drove through the deserted streets, Afgan felt lonely and restless. He tried to distract his mind by thinking of a fun place. Finally, he decided to take Melinda to a cafe with a live band that he knew. Melinda greeted Afgan with a spoiled smile on her face. Afgan was a little surprised because the clothes worn by Melinda were a little open in the front and the woman's skirt was so short that it displayed her thighs. “Uhm, just wear jeans, Melinda,” Afgan pleaded. He was stil

Afgan felt full of pressure and confusion, but he knew that he had to face Adelia and try to repair their relationship which had reached a dead end. He did not want his father to go berserk and withdraw all the facilities and luxuries that he currently had. In his room, Afgan sat on the edge of his bed, thinking about everything that had happened. He felt sad and disappointed, all unplanned by him, but he also felt determined to resolve this issue properly. In his heart, he promised to talk to Adelia honestly about everything, hoping they could find a way out of this mess. There was a fear in Afgan that Adelia would lose her temper and report everything to her father. Then his father, who had a strong character, would definitely take action that he could not predict. Closing his eyes, Afgan tried to gather the courage and strength to face the coming day. He k

The looks of surprise and annoyance on Afgan and Melinda's faces were piercing, making the atmosphere in Edward's car tense. “What are you doing?” Adelia whispered to Edward shakily, feeling anxious about the situation that had suddenly become very complicated. Edward looked at Adelia with an apologetic expression. “I'm sorry, Adelia. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just wanted to show my support. I want to have you, Adelia.” However, Adelia didn't have time to consider Edward's explanation. She felt increasingly sandwiched between two conflicting worlds. On the one hand, she felt connected to Edward and felt comfortable in his presence. On the other hand, she still had a complicated history with Afgan. Meanwhile, Afgan and Melinda were in a state of shock and anger. Afgan looked at Adelia with a mixed look on his face, while Melinda seemed to be revealing a cu

Mrs. Smule immediately returned to her room as soon as she knew Afgan had left the room. Upon re-entering her room, she saw Adelia still crying, with her face covered by her hands on the table. Mrs. Smule felt concerned and decided to approach her. “Adelia, what happened?” asked Mrs. Smule in a gentle tone, trying to calm the young woman in front of her. “Why does the owner of this hotel seem to hate you so much? Is there anything I can do to help?” Adelia raised her head slowly, trying to relax the tension that was in her. She sighed and tried to explain, “We had a big fight, Mrs. Smule. He was very angry with me for something that didn't really happen. It's all so complicated.” Mrs. Smule nodded in understanding even though Adelia didn't tell her clearly, she didn't want to push, instead she felt compassion for the sadness in Adelia's eyes. She sat down nearby and placed a hand gentl

The bus glided slowly along the winding path towards the tourism village. The sun was slowly sinking in the western horizon, creating silhouettes of trees and traditional houses looming on the horizon. When the bus finally arrived at the tourism village location two hours later, the cool and beautiful atmosphere immediately greeted them. From the bus window, Melinda could see the beauty of the village unfolding before her. Green trees and vast expanses of rice fields dot the landscape, creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere. Traditional buildings with thatched roofs and wooden walls gave an authentic feel, while the fragrant scent of flowers floated in the air, refreshing their senses. The bus passengers got off one by one, breathing in the fresh air of the village that was so different from the hustle and bustle of the city. Some of them looked mesmerized by the beauty of the natural surroundings, while others smiled to enjoy the silence t