Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 112: Someone who loves her

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.

Trevor surged to his feet, his resolve 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 didn’t even flinch.

With determined strides, he exited the private room, making 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 remained untouched.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Trevor set Vera down carefully. But before she could regain her footing, he cupped her face and captured her lips in a searing kiss—one filled with raw desire and unspoken emotions.

Vera’s arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, her body melting into his. The hunger in her kiss, the quiet desperation in the way she clung to him, set Trevor ablaze.

He had waited too long for this. And now that he had her in his arms, he wasn’t ready to let go.

Vera’s body trembled as sensations overwhelmed her. Her mind screamed warnings, but her body refused to listen. The fire Trevor ignited within her was unlike anything she had felt before.

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

The tearing sound of fabric, muffled moans, and whispered names filled the room.

A wave of chilled air grazed her skin, mingling with Trevor’s electrifying touch, making her shudder.

Tonight, she wasn’t Vera Louis—the daughter of power and privilege.

Tonight, she was just a woman surrendering to the man who had always been waiting for her.

Vera couldn’t quite recall 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 was satisfied.

Even if it was just for tonight, she wanted to be with someone who loved her—not out of obligation, duty, or purpose.

Maybe this would be the last time or maybe it was the beginning of something new.

But none of that mattered right now. Tonight, she was content.

Trevor watched 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 rest.

Just as he was about to settle beside her, a thought crossed his mind—she hadn’t eaten. His brows furrowed in concern. She had been drinking earlier, and exhaustion had taken over.

Without hesitation, he picked 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 that made her meals perfect. But at this moment, a realization struck him like lightning.

I know more about Vera than I do about myself.

His lips curled into a mocking smile. How had it come to this? He had spent years watching over her, waiting in silence, always second to duty and obligations. But tonight, something had changed.

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

Trevor made a firm decision—he would fight for himself, for what he wanted. He would make Vera his woman, no matter what it took.

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

With that thought sealed in his heart, he switched off the lights and lay beside her. As if sensing his presence, Vera instinctively rolled into his arms, her body fitting perfectly against his.

She mumbled something under her breath, the words too faint for him to make out.

Trevor smiled. Holding her close, he pressed a light kiss to her forehead, tightening his grip around her. This time, he won’t let go.

~At the Allen mansion~

Aaron paced the room, his expression dark and contemplative. His hand clenched tightly at his side while the other continuously redialed a number—Vera’s number. Yet, to his frustration, she wasn’t answering.

A glance at the clock told him it was already midnight. "Midnight and yet she is not yet back?" He murmured.

Since the beginning of their marriage, tonight was the first time Vera hadn’t called him, hadn’t demanded he come home. The absence of her usual persistence gnawed at him in an unsettling way.

Throughout the evening, he had kept glancing at his phone, expecting it to ring—even when he was indulging himself with a call girl, her lips working tirelessly to please him. And yet, amidst his pleasure, a part of him had been waiting.

But the call never came.

Now, after satisfying himself, he had rushed home, expecting to find her waiting, perhaps angry or sulking. Instead, he had met nothing but an empty room.

His frustration mounted.

The pressures at the Allen Group had intensified in recent months. With the ongoing power struggle, he and his allies had been working tirelessly to strengthen their position, hoping to convince the board to grant them full control.

But now, standing alone in his empty bedroom, an unfamiliar unease crept over him.

Where was Vera?

And why, for the first time since their marriage, he didn’t feel comfortable with such result.