Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 112

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.

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