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88. The Silent Ruins Among Us

ผู้เขียน: Monica Wild
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Damian’s situation.

At the hotel.

Spring was slowly stirring outside the window of the hotel where Damian was staying. Rain had been falling since dawn, wetting the glass balcony that opened onto the city. Damian had just finished a meeting with Moreau-Europe investors when he returned to his office.

His cell phone was not on his desk.

Damian’s eyebrows tightened. “Where’s my phone?”

Viona stood up too quickly—too nervously. “I just... took it because it kept vibrating. I was afraid it would d
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    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   6. Dance and Scandal

    The orchestra played, accompanying Enola and Damian’s dance, which was the centre of attention for the guests at tonight’s party. Some people were still talking about what had just happened. Tonight was supposed to be Clarine Reginald’s happy night. Still, Enola Spark came with a well-thought-out p

  • The Tyrant's Bride Vow   5. The Stolen Match

    Orchestral music played softly as Clarine and Damian’s engagement requirements were fulfilled. The big news began to spread among business colleagues and upper-class social circles. Spark Winery’s high-quality champagne and wine were the main sponsors of this engagement party, and the Royal Cassel

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    The upper-class social gathering was not over yet; on the contrary, as the night grew late, it became the focus of attention for the guests who came and went. Enola chose to stay at the party to get Damian’s attention again. She stood behind the sturdy iron railing of the sky lounge balcony.The t

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    Jazz music sounded soft to the partygoers at the Royal Cassel Hotel’s Sky Lounge tonight. The luxurious bar with an elegant atmosphere at the top of the flagship hotel offered a breathtaking view of the city from above. The clinking of wine glasses could be heard from several guests who were toasti

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