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.

solidifying. In one swift movement, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. His grip was firm yet gentle, as one holding onto his most precious article. Vera didn’t protest. She

room, making sure to shield her face from the prying eyes of cameras. Within minutes, they arrived at his exclusive lodge—one

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

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

he had her in his arms, he wasn’t ready

mind screamed warnings, but her body refused to listen. The fire Trevor ignited

leaving hers. With ease, he laid her down, his hands exploring her curves with

muffled moans, and whispered names

air grazed her skin, mingling

Louis—the daughter of power and

a woman surrendering to the

All she knew was that, for the first time in a long while, she

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

the last time or maybe it was the beginning of something

mattered right now. Tonight, she was

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

was about to settle beside her, a thought crossed his mind—she hadn’t eaten. His brows furrowed in concern. She had

up the phone and called for room service, ordering an exquisite meal tailored to her tastes. He had always known her preferences—her favorite dishes, the little details

know more about Vera than

curled into a mocking smile. How had it come to this? He had spent years watching

peaceful face, and a quiet

for himself, for what he wanted. He would make Vera his woman, no matter

that the marriage ended. Vera