When Betray Brings Mr. Right

The morning light filtered through the curtains, Alysha slowly opened her eyes, her body still nestled against her new husband's chest. His arm held her securely, his breathing deep and steady, lost in the depths of sleep. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her, the warmth of his body surrounding her like a protective cocoon.Carefully, she shifted to look up at him, taking in his features for the first time in the soft morning glow. Her heart swelled with unexpected happiness. She had never anticipated her husband would be this handsome. His strong jawline, the soft waves of his hair, and the faint lines that etched his face gave him an air of mystery and maturity that she hadn’t expected. Alysha smiled, feeling a strange warmth blossom in her chest. But as her eyes lingered on him, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. He looked much older than she had imagined. She was only 18, and her husband, Armin Rodriguez, was supposed to be just five years older than h

Neil guided Alysha through the dim hotel corridor, moving quickly but quietly, his grip on her arm firm as he pulled her along. The opulent halls of the Suegra Hotel seemed to close in on them, every shadow a potential threat, every distant sound setting their nerves on edge. The urgency in his movements told Alysha everything she needed to know—danger was closing in fast.They reached a back stairwell, and Neil pushed the door open, leading her down several flights of stairs at a near-run. Alysha’s heart raced in time with their hurried steps, her pulse a fierce drumbeat in her ears. She glanced back over her shoulder, paranoia creeping in, every thought plagued by fear that someone might already be coming for her.Once they finally burst through a side exit, cold morning air hit her face, sharp and bracing. The city was barely awake, the street eerily silent as they dashed across it, disappearing into the maze of alleys and side roads. Neil didn’t stop or slow, his grip unyielding a

Ivan Anderson's eyes weren’t fully open yet, he searched the space beside him for the beautiful woman who had captivated his senses the night before. But to his dismay, the bed lay empty.Ivan’s eyes fluttered open, the remnants of last night’s haze clinging to him. His hand instinctively reached across the bed, searching for the warmth of the woman from last night—the mysterious woman who had ignited him with a fire he hadn’t felt in years. But his hand fell on cold, empty sheets. He bolted upright, his head pounding from the aftermath of too much whiskey, his body still humming from the intensity of their night together.“Damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his tousled blond hair, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room. The bed was empty, untouched on the side where she should have been. He racked his memory, fragments of her laughter, her warmth, the feel of her skin slipping in and out of focus, but her face was maddeningly unclear. He had been drunk—too drunk to even

Seraphina, with a satisfied smile playing on her lips, climbed back onto the bed, straddling Armin's chest as her hair cascaded down like a silken curtain around them. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer, her body warm against his. Armin, still basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, grinned and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down onto his chest."Did you like it, Armin?" she asked softly, her voice laced with playful confidence. Her fingers traced gentle patterns on his skin, her lips hovering just above his.Armin chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound rumbling in his chest. "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed, his hand slipping into her hair as he looked into her eyes, full of desire and affection. "You know exactly how to make me happy, Seraphina." His voice softened as he spoke her name, savoring the way it sounded in the intimate quiet between them. "Finally… you are completely mine."Seraphina's smile widened, her heart swelling at his words. She

Lilian took a slow, measured breath, steadying her thoughts as she studied Gabriel’s face. She knew her son’s temper all too well—Armin was unpredictable, stubborn, and more than willing to tear down anything in his path when he felt cornered. If they confronted him with the truth about this marriage now, before knowing Alysha’s whereabouts, it would ignite his fury and force him into a decision they couldn't control. For now, silence was her only weapon.“We can’t tell him yet,” Lilian murmured, her gaze locked onto Gabriel’s. “Not until we know exactly where Alysha is. If we inform him now, he’ll demand to see her immediately—and if we have nothing to show him…”Gabriel’s jaw tightened, the weight of her words sinking in. “You’re right,” he replied, a bitter edge to his tone. “He’ll see it as a trap, a manipulation. And if Armin thinks we’re controlling him, there’s no telling what he’ll do.”Lilian nodded slowly, her mind already churning through the possibilities. “Our first prior