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Chapter 112—When the Past Walks In (Part I)
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2026-03-19 21:32:00
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BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE. Chapter 117—Beneath Watchful Eyes
THIRD PERSON POVThe afternoon sun stretched long across the stone corridors of the estate, spilling warmth into spaces that still felt emotionally cold. Rebecca had not left her room since Rowan’s earlier visit, though the tray of food he had brought now sat half-empty on the table—proof that, at the very least, she had tried.A soft knock sounded again.This time, it wasn't hesitant or uncertain.But steady.“My lady,” Rowan’s voice came from the other side. “May I come in?”Rebecca paused where she sat, her fingers resting lightly on the edge of the table.“Come in,” she said.The door opened, and Rowan stepped inside, closing it gently behind him.This time, his presence carried something different.It was less formal and more intentional.He studied her for a moment, noting the slight improvement in her demeanor, the faint color that had returned to her face.“I see you ate something,” he said.Rebecca gave a small, almost shy smile.“Only because you insisted.”Rowan nodded slig
BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE. Chapter 116—Behind Closed Doors
THIRD PERSON POVThe estate had settled into a quieter rhythm by midday, the earlier bustle of Donald’s departure giving way to a more controlled, watchful calm. Servants moved with careful precision, guards stood at their posts with heightened awareness, and beneath it all lingered an unspoken tension that none dared to voice aloud.Rebecca had not stepped out of her room since Donald left.The first knock came gently.“My lady,” one of the maids called softly from the other side of the door. “Breakfast is ready. Would you like it served in the dining hall or brought up here?”There was a brief pause before Rebecca replied in a calm but distant voice. “I’m not hungry.”The maid hesitated. “My lady, perhaps just a little—”“I said I’m not hungry,” Rebecca repeated, her tone still polite but firmer now.The maid exchanged a glance with the others standing nearby before bowing slightly toward the closed door.“As you wish, my lady.” And they left quietly.Downstairs, the dining hall was
BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE. Chapter 115— Everything Feels Wrong.
THIRD PERSON POVMorning came very quickly.The night before still lingered in the air like a whisper that refused to fade, heavy with unspoken truths and carefully buried tension. The estate, which had once pulsed with music and laughter, now felt quieter—calmer on the surface, yet underneath, something restless stirred.Donald stood by the tall windows of their chamber, already dressed, his posture straight, his expression thoughtful as he stared out at the vast lands of the Black Moon Territory. The early light spilled across his face, highlighting the calm authority he carried so effortlessly.Behind him, Rebecca stirred.She blinked awake slowly, her mind taking a moment to catch up with reality.Then, without warning, everything rushed back.From Damon to her aunt.The tension.Her heart tightened instantly.“Donald?” she called softly, sitting up.He turned immediately, his expression softening the moment his eyes met hers.“You’re awake.”Rebecca nodded, pushing the covers asi
BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE. Chapter 114— The Cost of Silence
Third Person POVFor a long second after Damon’s words fell into the night air, everything seemed to still.The torches flickered.The wind shifted faintly.But Donald—Donald did not react the way anyone would expect.Instead, he stared at Damon… and then, suddenly, he laughed.Not a small, uncertain laugh.But a deep, full one that rolled out of him with surprising ease, as though he had just been told something mildly amusing rather than something deeply provocative.Damon blinked.That was not the reaction he had anticipated.“You were the one who gave her to me?” Donald repeated, amusement still laced in his tone. “Is that how you’ve chosen to introduce yourself?”Damon tilted his head slightly, studying him.“I thought honesty would be the best approach,” he said smoothly.Donald’s lips curved into a faint smile.“Honesty is refreshing,” he admitted. “Though I must say, I expected something more… dramatic.”Damon narrowed his eyes just slightly.“You don’t seem surprised.”Donal
BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE. Chapter 113—The Price of the Past
Third Person POVThe music still echoed faintly from the festival grounds, though it had softened into a distant hum by the time Donald led Rebecca and her aunt into one of the quieter lounges within the estate. The room was warm, lit by soft golden chandeliers, and furnished with elegant chairs that seemed almost too refined for the tension that followed them inside.Rebecca remained standing at first, her body rigid, her eyes flickering between Donald and her aunt, as though silently begging him not to leave her alone.Donald, however, seemed unaware of the storm building beneath her calm exterior.He gestured lightly toward the seating area. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. There’s no need to stand like strangers when we are supposed to be family.”Her aunt let out a small, pleased hum as she lowered herself into one of the chairs, her fingers brushing over the armrest as though testing its worth.“Family,” she repeated softly, her lips curling in quiet amusement. “It sounds s
BRIDE FOR RENT IS MY FATED MATE. Chapter 112—When the Past Walks In (Part I)
Third Person POVAfter the main parts of the festival that involved Donald and Rebecca had ended and people were talking and gisting and laughing and doing other things, Rebecca’s aunt took a slow step forward, her eyes sweeping over Rebecca from head to toe, taking in every detail as though she were studying a stranger rather than greeting family.Then she smiled.Not warmly.Not kindly.But with a quiet, unsettling satisfaction.“Oh, Rebecca…” she began, her voice stretching her name as if savoring it. “You have changed. Truly… you have changed so much that if I hadn’t been told it was you, I might have walked right past you without even recognizing the little girl I used to know.”Her gaze lingered on Rebecca’s dress, the delicate ornaments in her hair, the way she stood beside Donald with a kind of quiet confidence.“It’s remarkable,” she continued slowly. “The way life can transform someone. The way a person who once had nothing… absolutely nothing… can suddenly stand here, shin
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