Semua Bab CEO's Hidden Marriage: Bab 381 - Bab 390

Writer’s POV:-His lips curled into a wry smile as he observed the outside scenery. Nathan couldn’t help but comment on the countryside’s serenity. “The man surely had some soft spots for owning places at random outskirts,” he remarked a hint of amusement in his voice. Memories of Mr. Moore’s idiosyncrasies danced in his mind. “Old habits die hard!”Dash, seated in the driver’s seat, nodded in agreement as he expertly maneuvered the car along the winding roads. “It’s advantageous in its own way,” Dash remarked. “We’ve been spared the ordeal of battling through the chaotic traffic.” His eyes flicked between the road ahead and Nathan, his tone casual yet respectful.The cloudy sun hung mid in the sky as Nathan and Dash navigated the winding roads that led to Mr. Moore’s secluded farmhouse on the outskirts of Elegant City. The lush American countryside stretched as far as the eye could see, a tranquil setting for their highly confidential meeting.Feeling the fresh air splashing through

Moore’s private farmhouse:-Nathan exchanged a brief look with Dash, building up to the real reason for their private meeting. “Or more like request something crucial from you!”Intrigued, Mr. Moore leaned in, his curiosity piqued. He looked at the two and voiced out his curiosity.“What?” he inquired, sensing a shift in the atmosphere.“Something that is very precious to you, but you can’t keep it anymore!” His tone was laced with a mysterious vibe, causing the old man to frown in bewilderment.“What request do you have?” He couldn’t help but address the exchanged glances between the two men in front of him. “Mr. Kingston, please be clear about what you’re asking.”Nathan met Mr. Moore’s gaze with determination, ready to broach the topic that brought him back to his hometown all the way from London.“Paradis d’Amour!” An exclamation perking up the ears of the old man.In an instant a scowl etched on his face. Mr. Moore’s brow furrowed deeply as Nathan mentioned his prized property. T

Courtroom:-“I see. So when you came to know about it, why didn’t you leave the company already given your press conference revelation that you are the wife of Mr. Viaan Adams?” Daniel asked the question that was the crux of the entire case, and the one that Dave made prepare Kiara well.Kiara gulped the lump in her throat, glancing at Viaan. The man nodded at her, asking her to answer the question honestly. Then her eyes caught Dave’s eyes and the attorney signaled her the same.Taking a deep breath, she started. “When I first knew about their rivalry, I didn’t have much hope in my marriage. In the press conference, I revealed that my marriage was in conflict initially. And when I joined GRACE, my marital equation was the same. So, I didn’t give it much thought because I thought we’d get divorced soon and then their rivalry was not my lookout.”Daniel’s frown deepened, and he adjusted his microphone before pressing further. His accusatory tone remained, causing Kiara to steel herself

‘First Hunter, now Natasha… one by one, both my children left me. The more I loved my family… tried to keep it close, the more it broke and scatted like beads.’ she mourned, her voice quivering with grief. She hugged her knees even closer to her chest, as if trying to shield herself from the pain that had engulfed her. For the last two hours, she sat on the tiled floor with her knees to her chest and her arms securing them in place as tightly as they could. Her shoulders trembling with the waves of sobs. Her doe eyes glistened with warm tears that didn’t let them dry even for a second in the last couple of hours. Hair messy and the dress wrinkled, not quite suited to the status of Mrs. Brown, the wife of Charles Brown. Yet, she cared less. Less of people, less of society and its standards, and definitely less of her husband whose matrimony provided her with a hefty title. The mother couldn’t do anything back then when Hunter had suffered at the hands of injustice by his own father.

Viaan’s POV:-Taking a step towards her, I felt my eyes burning with the tears. My vision blurred as I walked until a choked sob erupted without me realizing it. “Maa…” I hear myself whisper, my voice trembling with emotions that had been bottled up for days.My breathing became shallow. My eyes, filled with tears I’d held back for far too long, couldn’t tear away from her. I felt a trembling in my hands, a mix of anxiety and hope coursing through me. The world around me seemed to blur, leaving only my mother in focus.“Viaan…” Her eyes shone upon seeing me. Her lips twitched on corners until they curled up in a heartwarming smile at me. Although her face contorted with pain, she smiled through it for me.My lips quivered as I fought back another sob, biting down hard on them to regain my composure. My throat felt constricted, and I stood there for a moment, frozen in disbelief. After agonizing days of helplessly craving to see those closed eyes open once again, my mother was finally