Forced To Marry A Billionaire CEO

Forced To Marry A Billionaire CEO

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When the affair is revealed, Alisa is forced to face the breakdown of her marriage, while Zayyan is caught in doubt between his deep love for Vania and his responsibilities as a husband and father. Meanwhile, Vania feels trapped in a cycle of desire and regret. In the midst of a battle of hearts and loyalties, they must all face the consequences of their choices, and find a way to find peace and happiness in the decisions they make.

Forced To Marry A Billionaire CEO Chapter 1 Zayyan Ardhani

Zayyan Ardhani sat at his magnificent desk, while Vania, his secretary, sat on his lap with a sweet smile that made his heart beat faster. They engage in intense conversation, unaware that Alisa, Zayyan's wife, has come to the office to visit him.

Alisa enters the office with careful steps, planning to surprise Zayyan by bringing lunch. However, the scene he found in the room made his heart break. Zayyan, her husband whom she loves, sat with Vania on her lap, sharing a passionate gaze.

Alisa: (in a tone full of surprise and disappointment) "Zayyan! What's going on here?"

Zayyan and Vania look at Alisa in surprise, realizing that they have been caught in a very inappropriate situation.

Zayyan: (trying to explain haltingly) "Alisa, it's not what you think. Ini... this is just a misunderstanding."

Alisa: (with a sharp gaze) "Misunderstanding? Really? Then what is your secretary doing on your lap, Zayyan?"

Vania: (anxious) "Ms. Alisa, I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

Alisa: "Don't you say that. My husband should also be responsible for his actions."

Alisa's face was pale with disappointment and anger. She felt like her heart was broken into pieces. However, in the midst of that pain, he felt anger burning within him.

Alisa: (looking intently at Zayyan) "How can you do this to me, Zayyan? I have been loyal to you, but you chose to have an affair with your own secretary!"

Zayyan: (getting angry) "Alisa, don't pretend like you're a victim here. You don't pay enough attention to me, and I need someone who can understand me!"

Alisa: "What? So it's all my fault? You blame me for your affairs? You really have no shame!"

Zayyan: "That's enough! I'm tired of your complaints. You don't know anything!"

Alisa felt stabbed by Zayyan's scathing words. She was devastated by her husband's betrayal, but also hurt by his defensive and blaming attitude. However, amidst all that chaos, he felt a new power emerge within him.

Alisa: (in a firm voice) "Alright, Zayyan. If that's what you want, we should talk about this further. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine."

Zayyan was silent, feeling shocked by Alisa's courage. He realizes that he has lost more than just the relationship, but also Alisa's trust in him. However, among all the pain and destruction, there may be hope of repairing what has been broken, even though the journey will be difficult and full of obstacles.

Alisa fell silent, devastated by Zayyan's onslaught of scathing words. However, Zayyan didn't want to stop there. With anger burning within him, he continued his attack.

Zayyan: "You have to realize, Alisa! Your shabby appearance and indifferent attitude make me feel neglected. I need someone who can make me feel alive again, not someone who is constantly immersed in family matters!"

Alisa: (in a voice full of sadness) "Zayyan, I have tried my best for our family. You know how difficult it is for me to carry out the responsibilities of a wife and mother."

Zayyan: "Oh, don't pretend! You care more about our children than me. And now, when I'm trying to find happiness elsewhere, you just want to blame me!"

Alisa felt pain fill every fiber of her being. He tried hard to stay tough amid Zayyan's bouts of anger, but the pain couldn't be concealed.

Alisa: "I can't believe that you blame me for your affair. I did the best I could, Zayyan. And if you can't appreciate that, maybe we should separate."

Zayyan: "Split? Oh, don't pretend it's drama, Alisa. You know how important my reputation is. I won't let you ruin everything."

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