Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 112: Someone who loves her

~Back at the club~

Trevor had already braced himself for Vera’s outburst—whether it be a slap, a scolding, or an icy glare. But surprisingly, none of it came. Instead, she responded with the same fervor, her lips moving against his as if she had been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.

Trevor froze momentarily, shocked by her reaction. But before he could pull away, Vera took control, gripping his collar and pulling him back into the kiss.

His heart pounded wildly. He wasn’t sure what this meant, but he wasn’t about to let himself get carried away. Gently, he grasped her wrists and pulled back, his breath uneven.

"Vera, look at me," he said, his voice low but firm.

She arched a brow at him, her expression calm and collected. "What?"

Trevor searched her face, hesitating before he spoke. "Do you recognize who you’re with right now?"

His voice carried a hint of trepidation. He was afraid—afraid she would whisper another man’s name. Davis.

He had been a silent witness to the bond between them, to the way she tolerated Aaron only because it was what her family wanted. But Trevor? He had always been there. Waiting. Watching. Hoping.

Vera held his gaze steadily. The fear in his eyes didn’t escape her notice. She had always known he was waiting, silently, patiently. Maybe one day... maybe someday, he had thought.

But in the Louis family, she had no life of her own. No decisions. No will.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke. "I know, Trevor."

That was all the confirmation he needed.

her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. His grip was firm yet gentle, as one

sure to shield her face from the prying eyes of cameras. Within minutes, they arrived at his exclusive lodge—one he had reserved all year round, though until now, it had

shut behind them, Trevor set Vera down carefully. But before she could regain her footing, he cupped her face and

wrapped around his neck, her body melting into his. The hunger in her kiss, the quiet desperation in

he had her in his arms,

refused to listen. The fire Trevor ignited within her was unlike

her toward the bed, his lips never leaving hers. With ease, he laid her down, his

tearing sound of fabric, muffled moans,

of chilled air grazed her skin, mingling with Trevor’s electrifying

Vera Louis—the

to the man who

how or when she had fallen asleep. All she knew was that, for the first time in a long while, she felt at peace. She was happy. She

just for tonight, she wanted to be with someone who loved her—not out of obligation, duty, or

be the last time or maybe it was the

right now.

sight of her sleeping form. Carefully, he wiped away the last traces of sweat from her

a thought crossed his mind—she hadn’t eaten. His brows furrowed in concern.

He had always known her preferences—her favorite dishes,

Vera than I

He had spent years watching over her, waiting in silence, always second to duty and obligations. But tonight, something had

shifted back to her peaceful face, and a quiet resolve settled within him. "I won’t step aside anymore". He

for himself, for what he wanted. He would make Vera

Aaron? Trevor would ensure that the marriage ended. Vera had already fulfilled her family’s