All Chapters of Black Card: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As the night deepened, the guests had fully witnessed just how deeply Ethan and Belle loved each other. The couple was practically inseparable the entire evening. Ethan constantly found reasons to keep Belle close—his arm wrapped securely around her waist, his fingers intertwined with hers, or his lips occasionally brushing against her temple whenever he thought no one was paying attention. But everyone noticed. How could they not? The cold and imposing Ethan DelValle looked completely captivated by the woman beside him. “Hello, Sylvia,” Ethan greeted when they finally had the chance to approach the model after being occupied by countless guests following their dance. “Hello, Ethan,” Sylvia replied with a graceful smile filled with admiration. “You look exceptionally dashing tonight.” Belle quietly remained beside Ethan, listening silently. “And you too, Belle,” Sylvia added before turning toward her with a sweet smile. “You look very beautiful tonight.” “Thank you, Miss S

Belle walked calmly back toward the grand hall, her steps steady and composed. Cassey, who had followed her earlier, quickly moved to her side. “Belle…” Cassey called cautiously. Belle turned to Ethan’s sister and offered a small, polite smile. “Cassey.” Without lingering, she continued toward the hall where Ethan’s family was gathered, all of them quietly watching her approach. “Where’s Ethan?” Meryl asked carefully, though unease was already creeping into her voice. Something about Belle felt… different. Unnaturally composed. “He’s still with Sylvia and Pete,” Belle replied softly, meeting Meryl’s eyes with a gentle, almost timid smile. Cassey and Meryl exchanged a brief, meaningful look. Belle stood beside them in silence, her posture calm but closed off, giving the unmistakable impression that she had no intention of engaging in conversation. The family respected it without question, though concern lingered in the air. Guests soon began to take their leave, and the househo

After hearing his father’s words, Ethan simply held Lucas’s gaze—silent, unmoving, as if searching for something behind that calm expression. His mother’s face remained unreadable, while Cassey and Park continued to stare at him with open disapproval. Without another word, he turned away. He walked up the stairs and headed straight for his room. The moment the door closed behind him, the daze he had been in earlier was gone. What replaced it was something sharper—clarity mixed with exhaustion. Lucas’s words kept echoing in his mind, repeating like a sentence he couldn’t escape. He moved mechanically. A long, deliberate shower—exactly as Cassey had ordered. He scrubbed until his skin felt raw. He brushed his teeth three times, until his gums ached, rinsing with mouthwash twice more as if he could erase something invisible that clung to him. When he finally stepped out, he didn’t hesitate. He discarded his clothes into the bin without a second glance, dressed in a simple set of ca

“Belle…” Ethan called softly again, his voice careful, almost afraid to disturb her. “Hmm,” came her quiet reply from beside him. She was already facing away, her back turned to him beneath the sheets, as if settling in for sleep. It was already dawn. They had only just come upstairs after the long, exhausting talk downstairs. His parents and siblings had stayed over as well—though by now it was more accurate to say they were waiting out the early morning before heading home. The room was finally quiet. Too quiet for Ethan. “Can I… at least hug you while we sleep?” he asked after a pause, his voice low and hesitant. “Please…” He knew himself well enough to admit it—he wouldn’t be able to sleep like this. Not without her. Not with the space between them feeling like a punishment he couldn’t escape. Belle didn’t answer. For a moment, Ethan thought she had drifted off. He exhaled slowly, defeated, and tried to settle back against the pillow, eyes closing as he silently wished sle

Belle smiled to herself as she slipped into the vehicle, Ethan following close behind. She hadn’t expected they’d run into Sylvia so soon after last night’s awkward encounter—but she was quietly pleased with how Ethan had handled the situation. “What’s on your mind?” Ethan asked softly once they were settled inside. “You chose me over Sylvia,” Belle replied in a gentle voice. Ethan stared at her as though she’d said something absurd. “Belle, I love you. You’re going to be my wife soon—there was never a choice to make. It’s always been you. Only you.” “But I’m no one… I have nothing,” she whispered, her fingers nervously twisting together. “I knew that from the moment we met,” Ethan said, his tone firm yet tender. “And it hasn’t changed a thing. I love you. I want to spend my life with you. Don’t let those old doubts touch what we have.” He reached for her hand. “No one else could ever take your place. Not the richest woman in the world, not the most beautiful. There’s only