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Chapter 137

ผู้เขียน: Ranya Vale
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It was late afternoon when Claudia came into my office, her laptop balanced in one hand and a folder tucked under her arm. The light outside had that soft, fading quality, the kind that made the gold lettering on the boutique’s front window glow against the street. She didn’t knock, just leaned her head through the doorway and asked if I had a minute.

Her tone was even, but there was a brightness in her eyes I recognized immediately. Claudia only got that look when she had been thinking about s
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  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Epilogue

    The sunlight spilled into the boutique through the tall windows, catching the fabrics in a golden glow. I paused at the entrance, letting my eyes wander over every corner. The racks, the sketches, the small details everywhere whispered stories of persistence, of struggle, and of choices I had made and owned. Each corner carried a memory, each fold of fabric a reminder of who I had been and who I had become. Julian stood behind me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. He did not need to say anything. His presence alone reminded me that I had not walked this path alone. I breathed in the quiet of the morning, the ordinary noise of the city outside fading to nothing, and for the first time in years, I felt completely still. I moved slowly toward the counter, where Claudia had left a note earlier. She always knew the right words. You have done it. You have carried everything forward and made it yours. The words pressed gently against my chest. I had carried so much in my life—the sh

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Chapter 251

    The room had settled into a calm hush after the final reveal, the quiet almost sacred. I let my eyes wander over the designs, each piece a chapter of my life, stitched with my fears, my triumphs, and my resilience. It felt strange to look at them without the pressure of judgment, without the sharp edges of expectation slicing through my chest. Julian stayed close, his presence grounding me as I walked among the displays. “It’s like a lifetime wrapped up in silk and thread,” he said quietly, letting his words float between us. I nodded, tracing the hem of a gown that had once been ripped during a rehearsal. “Every tear, every late night, every failure—I’ve carried them here,” I said softly. “And now they’re part of something whole.” Simone moved to my side, her eyes scanning the room. “It’s breathtaking,” she said, her voice low, almost reverent. “I can see the little girl who started this, the woman who fought through everything, and the person standing here now. You’ve bridged the

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Chapter 250

    The first guests settled into their seats, small wooden chairs arranged in a semicircle around the central display. I stood quietly at the back, letting my eyes linger on the designs one last time. Each piece told a story I had lived: the folded sketches of sleepless nights, the flowing dresses that had been stitched with hope and tears, and the sharp-edged jackets that had been forged in defiance. Julian slipped in beside me, offering a calm smile. “You’re trembling,” he whispered softly. “I’m not,” I said quickly, though my chest tightened. “I’m… aware. That’s all.” Claudia shifted in her seat, glancing at the first sketchbook I handed around. “These… these are incredible,” she said. “I can see every version of you, every moment you’ve lived through.” Simone reached for the sketchbook, her fingers brushing mine briefly. “It’s like stepping into a memory,” she murmured. “I feel every struggle, every victory… every loss.” I nodded, keeping my voice soft. “That’s what I hoped. Not

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Chapter 249

    The morning light spilled lazily through the boutique windows, falling in warm pools across the worn wooden floors. Dust floated in the beams, catching in a way that made the air itself feel alive. I walked slowly among the tables, smoothing fabrics, arranging sketches, and adjusting mannequins, as though every careful movement stitched me back into the person I had always been meant to become. Noelle followed quietly, her fingers brushing the silk and cotton as if testing for its memory. “This one feels like your old self,” she said softly, “but stronger. More certain. More… you.” I nodded, letting my hand linger on a skirt I had designed ten years ago, a piece that had survived countless failures and rejections. “It’s what this show is for,” I murmured. “To see the journey, from the girl I was to the woman I am now.” Claudia arrived next, carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers she had chosen from a nearby market. “I thought you might like something living in here,” she said with

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Chapter 248

    By mid-afternoon, the designers had settled into a rhythm. Noelle moved among them, offering pointers, encouragement, and the occasional gentle correction. I watched, a quiet pride swelling in my chest. One young designer, shy and hesitant, held up a finished sketch. “I… I wasn’t sure about this part,” she admitted. “The sleeve, the cut, the fabric… I wasn’t confident.” I leaned closer, studying the lines carefully. “It’s beautiful,” I said, smiling. “The sleeve gives movement, and the fabric choice brings out the elegance of the design. Confidence comes from knowing you’re listening to both your heart and your hands.” She blinked, relief washing over her face. “Really?” she asked. “Really,” I confirmed. “You’ve got the instincts. Trust them. We’ll refine together, but this is yours first.” Claudia came up behind her, nodding approvingly. “See? It’s already coming to life,” she said softly. “You just needed someone to remind you it was okay to try.” Simone was crouched beside an

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Chapter 247

    The evening fell gently outside the boutique, the sun painting the street in muted golds and soft shadows. Inside, the designers were packing their tools and sketchbooks, their faces glowing with satisfaction and exhaustion. I watched them, a quiet pride swelling in my chest, realizing the boutique had finally shifted from being mine alone to something living, breathing, and collective. Noelle stayed behind a moment longer, running her fingers over the fabrics still stacked on the worktable. “I didn’t realize how much weight this would carry,” she said softly, almost to herself. “But it feels… right. Like it was meant to be shared.” I smiled, walking over and placing a hand on her shoulder. “It was always meant to be shared,” I said. “The boutique isn’t a single person. It’s all the people who care enough to create something true.” Julian came up quietly behind me, his hand brushing mine. “They’re lucky to have you guiding them,” he said gently. “And lucky to have Noelle learnin

  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Twenty six

    The morning after the proposal felt different, not because anything had visibly changed, but because I had. The loft was quiet, but no longer still in the way it had been. Stillness had once been silence, almost numb. Now it was choice. There was movement beneath every moment, the kind that came fr

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  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Thirty

    I arrived early, stepping into the studio just as the morning light poured in through the tall windows. The scent of fabric, steam, and polished wood greeted me, familiar and grounding. The entire space felt suspended, holding its breath just like I was.Today was about more than a presentation. It

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  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Twenty

    The morning light filtered in like smoke. It crept across the floor of the loft in long streaks, soft but restless. I stood at the drafting table, fingertips pressed lightly to the edge of the wood, eyes fixed on a bolt of fabric that refused to quiet my mind. Something in the air felt different. N

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  • He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge   Nineteen

    The city felt heavy with expectation that morning. Dawn broke in muted greys; no sun, only the promise of light filtering through dense clouds. I woke alone in the loft, Julian having left early to meet with one of our distributors before store openings. Simone and Marcus would arrive soon. I wrap

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