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Chapter 22

مؤلف: Alyssa J
We chose a private island in Seychelles for our honeymoon.

There were no annoying media here, no endless paperwork—just pure white beaches and the gentle breeze of the Indian Ocean.

In the afternoon, Ethan went to the kitchen to prepare a fruit platter for me.

I leaned lazily on the sofa and casually turned on the wall-mounted TV.

BBC World News was playing.

The footage was shaky and grainy, with a background of devastated ruins and the continuous sound of gunfire.

"This is a war zone in Central Africa. Although government forces have intervened, the medical situation in the refugee camps remains dire..."

The reporter's voice sounded a bit distorted against the noisy background.

The camera panned over desperate refugees and finally settled on a makeshift field medical tent.

A man wearing a bulletproof vest, covered in dust and blood, was kneeling on the ground, fully focused on bandaging a child whose leg had been blown off.

His hair was long, his stubble messy, and he was so thin he l
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  • Getting Away From Fake Marriage, I Met True Love   Chapter 22

    We chose a private island in Seychelles for our honeymoon.There were no annoying media here, no endless paperwork—just pure white beaches and the gentle breeze of the Indian Ocean.In the afternoon, Ethan went to the kitchen to prepare a fruit platter for me.I leaned lazily on the sofa and casually turned on the wall-mounted TV.BBC World News was playing.The footage was shaky and grainy, with a background of devastated ruins and the continuous sound of gunfire."This is a war zone in Central Africa. Although government forces have intervened, the medical situation in the refugee camps remains dire..."The reporter's voice sounded a bit distorted against the noisy background.The camera panned over desperate refugees and finally settled on a makeshift field medical tent.A man wearing a bulletproof vest, covered in dust and blood, was kneeling on the ground, fully focused on bandaging a child whose leg had been blown off.His hair was long, his stubble messy, and he was so thin he l

  • Getting Away From Fake Marriage, I Met True Love   Chapter 21

    Late at night, after the banquet ended.I thought that "rebellious" declaration would bring down severe punishment on us.But Ethan held my hand, leading me through the long corridor hung with portraits of past patriarchs, to a mahogany door deep in the manor.That was the sitting room of the Rothschild family's true matriarch—Ethan's grandmother."Don't be afraid."Ethan squeezed my cold fingers, his gaze firm."If she doesn't accept you, we'll go back to Bordeaux and never return."The door opened.It wasn't the oppressive inquisition I had imagined.The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly. A silver-haired elderly lady sat in a velvet armchair, flipping through an art book.It was my portfolio.Hearing our footsteps, she slowly raised her head.Those eyes, weathered by time yet still wise and sharp, looked exactly like Ethan's."Grandmother." Ethan bowed slightly, his posture respectful, yet he still guarded me closely.The old lady ignored her grandson, her gaze landing strai

  • Getting Away From Fake Marriage, I Met True Love   Chapter 20

    Although our days in Bordeaux were peaceful and idyllic, as the heir to the Rothschild family, Ethan eventually had to face his responsibilities.At the end of the year, Ethan took me back to the centuries-old estate in London for a family banquet.Every blade of grass and every tree there exuded an air of ancient, austere nobility.Looking at the portraits of past patriarchs hanging on the walls and the predatory gazes of the distant relatives eyeing Ethan, that sensitive nerve in my heart was struck once again.My body had suffered irreversible damage in that wine cellar at five degrees below zero, due to the prolonged hypothermia and that traumatic miscarriage.The doctor had said my uterine lining had become dangerously thin. It would be difficult for me to conceive again in this lifetime, and even if I did, there was a high probability of another miscarriage.On the eve of the banquet, I sat at the vanity, looking at myself in the mirror wearing a luxurious gown, yet I felt incred

  • Getting Away From Fake Marriage, I Met True Love   Chapter 19

    Three years later.Bordeaux, France.September sunshine poured like golden honey over the rolling vineyards.The air was suffused with the aroma of fermenting grapes and the fragrance of the earth.I was wearing mud-stained overalls and a straw hat, squatting under the grape trellis pruning branches."Easy does it, Halen. Don't hurt the vines."A warm voice sounded from behind.Ethan wrapped his arms around me from behind, his broad palm covering the back of my hand, patiently correcting my movements.For the past three years, we had settled in this ancient winery named "Serendipity."Far away from the noise of New York, and far from the schemes and deceit of wealthy families.We were like an ordinary farm couple.We rose with the sun and rested with the moon.We made wine together, watching the purple juice ferment into mellow nectar in oak barrels.We rode horses through the morning mist in the woods to watch the sunrise from the mountaintop.Ethan's gentlemanliness and respect were

  • Getting Away From Fake Marriage, I Met True Love   Chapter 18

    The moment Killian was arrested, he didn’t look at anyone.He simply pulled a silver revolver from his pocket. It was an antique piece, the barrel engraved with vintage patterns."Nobody move."He spoke softly, his tone devoid of any threat, as if he were merely stating a fact.The SWAT team around him instantly tensed, their dark muzzles training on him in unison.Killian, however, seemed oblivious to the guns.Methodically, he emptied the bullets from the cylinder one by one until only the last one remained.Then, he gave it a sharp spin.*Whir—*The cylinder stopped spinning.Gripping the handle, he walked slowly toward me."Stay back!"A SWAT officer shouted the warning, his finger already tightening on the trigger."Let him come."I didn't know why I said that.Perhaps it was because he looked too calm right now—calm like a martyr marching to his death.Killian walked up to me.He placed the cold gun into the palm of my hand."Halen, I owe you this."His voice was incredibly gentl

  • Getting Away From Fake Marriage, I Met True Love   Chapter 17

    When the car stopped at the gate of the manor, I looked through the window and saw Killian standing in the curtain of rain.He had no umbrella and was soaked to the bone. His suit, which used to be impeccably pressed at all times, now clung to his emaciated frame like a heavy shackle.Seeing me step out of the car, his eyes, which had been dead silent, instantly lit up with an eerie glint."Halen..."He wanted to step forward and hug me, but I coldly avoided him."I'm here. Call off your attack."I stood three meters away from him, my voice devoid of any warmth.Killian's hand froze in mid-air, and the corners of his mouth curled into a bitter smile."Do you care about that man that much?""Yes."I answered without hesitation, every word stabbing into his heart like a knife."Because he gave me dignity and a fresh start. You only bring me ruin."The light in Killian's eyes instantly dimmed, as if all his strength had been drained away.But soon, he reverted to that obsessive madness."

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