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159. The Prisoner
Date de publication:
2026-06-29 08:21:02
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The Tyrant's Bride Vow 164. Letting Go
Neither of them spoke for a long while.The vineyard below continued its quiet rhythm. Workers moved from one row to another, baskets slowly filling with freshly harvested grapes beneath the bright summer sun.Life went on.As if it had been waiting for this moment.Clarine lowered her gaze, her fingers still gripping the wooden railing."I lost."The words came out barely above a whisper."I've been losing for a very long time."A quiet laugh escaped her lips."I just refused to admit it."Enola remained silent.She wasn't waiting for an apology.She wasn't expecting one either.Clarine finally turned to face her.There was no anger left in her eyes.Only exhaustion."I kept blaming you."She smiled bitterly."It was easier than admitting that none of this was your fault."Her shoulders slowly relaxed."My father spoiled me.""He kept telling me I deserved everything.""He convinced me that if I kept reaching...""...one day Spark Winery would belong to me."She shook her head."But
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 163. The Woman the Vineyard Chose
The midsummer sun hung high above Spark Winery, casting a warm golden glow across the endless vineyards. Gentle winds swept through the rows of grapevines, carrying the familiar scent of earth, leaves, and ripening fruit.It was the kind of afternoon Enola had always loved.Long before board meetings.Before contracts.Before betrayals.Before she became President of Spark Winery.She had simply been a little girl running barefoot between these very vines.The second floor of the old vineyard lodge overlooked almost the entire estate. Built decades ago, the wooden structure served as a storage area for farming equipment on the ground floor, while the upper level offered an open resting space where workers often took breaks during harvest season.Today, it was quiet.Only the occasional rustle of leaves and distant laughter from vineyard workers drifted through the warm air.Enola sat near the wooden railing in her wheelchair, a cup of warm tea resting in her hands.She didn't drink it
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 162. The Last Invitation
Once. Twice. The call connected. A few seconds of silence passed before a familiar voice answered. "What do you want this time, Enola?" Clarine's voice was cold. Guarded. There wasn't the slightest trace of warmth. Enola didn't seem surprised. She rested the phone comfortably against her ear while her gaze remained fixed on the vineyards beyond the window. "Meet me at Spark Winery's vineyard." A brief pause. "Two days from now." "Just before lunch." Her tone was calm. Matter-of-fact. As though she were arranging another business meeting. On the other end of the line, Clarine let out a short, humorless laugh. "You actually think I'll do what you say?" A faint smile curved Enola's lips. "No." She answered softly. "I think you understand your situation." Silence. Then Enola continued. "This isn't a request." "It's an order." The words landed with quiet authority. For several seconds, neither woman spoke. Outside, a warm summer breeze rustled through the viney
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 161. Back to Where I Belong
A week had passed. Summer had settled gently over the valley, bathing Spark Winery in warm golden sunlight. Endless rows of vineyards stretched across the hills beneath a brilliant blue sky, while a soft breeze carried the sweet scent of ripening grapes through the estate. A black luxury sedan rolled through the wrought-iron gates before stopping in front of the winery's main building. The driver stepped out first. A moment later, Damian opened the rear door himself. Today, he wasn't wearing his usual charcoal suit. Instead, he was dressed in a tailored dark navy suit that complemented his broad shoulders perfectly. The crisp white shirt beneath it and a navy silk tie gave him an elegant, refined appearance—the unmistakable presence of the CEO of Cassel Group. Then he reached inside the car. Enola accepted his hand with an easy smile. She looked radiant. An ivory sleeveless jumpsuit hugged her figure with understated elegance, while a matching cropped blazer rested
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 160. The Final Confession
The room fell into a heavy silence.No one interrupted.Outside, the summer sun continued to shine through the reinforced glass, casting warm light across the floor. It was strangely peaceful, a sharp contrast to the decades of tragedy being unearthed inside the room.Aldric let out a slow breath."I suppose...""...I should start from the beginning."His eyes drifted toward the window.Not really looking outside.Looking somewhere much farther away."More than twenty years ago, Moreau Medical Group wasn't drowning in scandals.""It was respected.""We worked closely with Spark Winery."Enola frowned."My family invested in Moreau Medical?"Aldric nodded."Not only invested.""Your father believed medicine and agriculture could support each other.""He wanted Spark Winery to expand beyond wine production.""He planned to establish vineyards dedicated to medical and botanical research."Enola had never heard any of this before.Her father had died when she was still too young to unders
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 159. The Prisoner
Two days later.A warm midsummer sun hung high above the city, washing the streets in brilliant light. Outside Moreau Medical Center, the flowerbeds lining the entrance were in full bloom, their colors vivid beneath the clear blue sky. It was the kind of beautiful morning that made it difficult to believe so many lives had been shattered by the truth waiting inside.The VIP ward on the hospital's top floor was unusually quiet.Two armed police officers stood guard outside a single room, their expressions stern as they monitored every movement in the hallway. Security cameras overlooked every corner, and access to the floor had been restricted since Aldric Moreau was brought here under police custody.His hospital room had become a prison.The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.Damian stepped out first.Instead of the tailored suits he usually wore to the office, he had chosen a fitted black long-sleeved shirt. The sleeves were rolled neatly to his elbows, exposing his strong
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 99. Fracture Lines
The video ended.The room didn’t.Silence pressed in from every corner, heavy and suffocating, as if the walls themselves had watched it too.Damian’s grip tightened around the phone in his hand.Once.Twice.Then he lowered it slowly, his expression settling into something far colder than anger.“
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 79. Shadows of Blood That Never Existed
The snow fell heavily that night, covering the entire city sky with a silent but eerie white. Behind the glass window of Adrian’s private office, the city lights glowed dimly like dying stars. Adrian stood with his back to the city, his hand clutching a glass of whiskey as if weighing whether to dr
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 72. The Last Night Before the Storm
The snow fell heavily that night, forming a white blanket that engulfed the entire city. Street lights glowed dimly behind the low-hanging cold fog. Winter had reached its peak, and the atmosphere felt heavy... as if something was waiting to break.In Damian’s office on the top floor of Cassel Towe
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 66. Two Devils in Winter
The first snow fell earlier than expected this year.Outside the windows of Cassel Mansion, soft white flakes began to cover the walkway and the tops of the pine trees lining the main gate. The north wind brought a bone-chilling cold, making the entire estate seem frozen in the evening mist.Winter
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