Semua Bab The Playboy Attorney & His Arranged Wife: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The day of the wedding arrived with a heat that shimmered over the Texas plains, but inside the Le Brione estate, the air was chilled to a precise, clinical temperature. It was a day that the media had dubbed "The Wedding Of The Century In Texas."Outside the iron gates, news vans with satellite dishes lined the road, while drones hovered at a legal distance, hoping for a glimpse of the billionaire lawyer and his mysterious bride.Garette stood before a floor-to-ceiling mirror in his dressing suite, adjusting his cufflinks. He looked like a man about to walk into the most important closing argument of his life. His tuxedo was a deep midnight blue, so dark it appeared black until the light hit it—much like his mood."The livestream has a million viewers already, Bro," his best man, Atty. Hector, remarked while checking his phone. "The public is obsessed. A billionaire bachelor finally caught by a nurse? It’s a fairy tale.""It’s a contract," Garette snapped, his voice tight. "And I don

The harsh Texas sun pierced through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, casting long, golden spears across the crumpled silk sheets of the Presidential suite. Garette stirred, his arm instinctively tightening around the warm, soft curve of the woman beside him. For a moment, the high-powered lawyer was lost in the haze of a dream—the scent of vanilla and the memory of a surrender that had felt more like a victory than any courtroom verdict.Then, reality crashed back in.He opened his eyes and looked at Dianthe. She was still asleep, her dark hair fanning across his pillow, her lips slightly parted. The "virgin fairy" was now his wife. He looked at the gold band on his finger, then at the corresponding one on hers. The weight of it felt heavier than he expected.Garette slipped out of bed with the silent grace of a predator, pulling on a silk robe. He watched her for a moment longer, a flicker of that newfound tenderness warring with his ingrained cynicism. He had promised to make h

The morning after the city excursion was not filled with the warm, lingering glow of reconciliation. The warmth of the night was gone in haste. Instead, a thick, gray fog rolled over the Texas ranch, matching the sudden coldness that had settled back over Garette Le Brione.He was the first to wake, the silver light of dawn illuminating the tangled sheets. He looked at Dianthe, her face peaceful in sleep, her hand still resting near his heart. For a brief, terrifying second, Garette felt a wave of such intense vulnerability that it made him physically ache. He had let her in. He had whispered things in the dark that he hadn't even admitted to himself.To the the famous cold-hearted Atty. Le Brione, vulnerability was a death sentence. It was a weakness his rivals would exploit, a crack in the armor that had made him a billionaire lawyer.Panicked by his own emotions, Garette’s survival instinct kicked in. He didn't wake her with a kiss. He didn't linger. He stood up, showered in freezi

The drive from the bus stop to the Houston Medical Center was a study in atmospheric pressure. Inside the silver Ferrari, the air was thick, charged with the scent of rain, expensive leather, and the raw, jagged edges of a pride that had been pushed to its limit.Garette drove with a focused intensity, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. He kept glancing at Dianthe in the periphery. She sat rigidly against the passenger door, staring out at the blurred lights of the city. She looked small, shivering slightly in her damp clothes, yet there was a newfound iron in her posture that made him feel like he was the one being scrutinized under a microscope."Stop looking at me like I’m a witness you’re trying to intimidate," Dianthe said, her voice cutting through the hum of the engine."I’m checking to see if you’re going to jump out of a moving vehicle," Garette retorted, his voice raspy. "You’ve already proven you’re reckless enough to walk ten miles in a thunderstorm.""I wasn't bein

The return of the patriarch to the Le Brione estate was a somber, high-stakes affair. Private ambulances and a specialized nursing team arrived at dawn, transforming the west wing into a high-tech recovery suite. Through it all, Dianthe was the calm center of the storm, coordinating the medical staff with a precision that even Garette found himself watching with grudging awe.However, the photograph she had found in the guest wing—the one showing her mother with a man named Leo and a young Raffy Le Brione—felt like a hot coal in the pocket of her scrub suit. Every time she looked at the old man, she didn't see a billionaire employer; she saw a man who had shared a life, and perhaps a tragedy, with her real father."He’s resting now," Dianthe whispered to Garette as they stepped out of the hospice wing late that evening.Garette didn't look at his father. He looked at her. He was leaning against the corridor wall, his eyes dark with a mixture of exhaustion and a restless, simmering fru