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.

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

of cameras. Within minutes, they arrived

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

into his. The hunger in her kiss, the quiet

now that he had her in his arms, he wasn’t ready to

but her body refused to

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

of fabric, muffled moans,

wave of chilled air grazed her skin, mingling

wasn’t Vera Louis—the daughter of power

just a woman surrendering to the man

fallen asleep. All she knew was that, for the first

wanted to be with

or maybe

that mattered right now. Tonight, she was

her in silence, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of her sleeping form. Carefully, he wiped away the last traces of sweat from her skin, ensuring that she was comfortable. She deserved a peaceful

crossed his mind—she hadn’t eaten. His

phone and called for room service, ordering an exquisite meal tailored to her tastes. He had always known

more about Vera

to this? He had spent years watching

face, and a quiet resolve settled

he wanted. He would make Vera his woman, no

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