All Chapters of The Playboy Attorney & His Arranged Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 30: The Sensational Vows

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

Chapter 31: Surrendering On The First Night

The limousine pulled away from the gilded gates of the Le Brione estate, leaving the flashing bulbs and the "Wedding of the Year" behind. Inside the plush, leather-lined limousine, the air was thick with the scent of vanilla and the sharp, electric tension that had been building between Garette and Dianthe all day. Garette’s hand went inside the hem of Dianthe’s dress. He then completely loosened his tie with a sharp tug, tossing it onto the car’s floor. He shifted closer to Dianthe, his eyes dark with a focused, predatory intent. The "Shark" was hungry to claim his formerly forbidden desire."The performance is over, Mrs. Le Brione," he said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hum against her skin. He reached out, his hand sliding up her silk-clad thigh, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles. "No more cameras. No more fake smiles. Just the debt you’ve been avoiding."Dianthe gasped, her back pressing against the car’s backrest. "Garette, the driver...""The glass is sound

Chapter 32: The Morning After the First Night

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

Chapter 33: The Act Of A Doting Husband

The morning sun had barely begun to burn the dew off the Texas plains when the intercom in the master room buzzed with the persistence of a hornet. Garette groaned, untangling himself from the silk sheets and the lingering warmth of Dianthe’s proximity."What?" he barked into the receiver."Garette," his father’s voice came through, sounding suspiciously energetic for a man on his deathbed. "The ranch and the dairy can survive without you for twelve hours. Today, you are taking your wife to the city. My personal accounts have been cleared for a private shopping spree at the Galleria, followed by dinner at Hotel Sienna Vanna. Consider it a mandatory honeymoon phase."Garette ran a hand through his messy hair, glancing at Dianthe, who was propped up on her elbows, looking radiant even in the early light. "Father, I have a merger meeting—""Cancel it. Or I’ll change the executor of the trust by noon," the old man chuckled. "Take the girl out. Buy her the world. And Garette? Try to look l

Chapter 34: Thrown Diamond Ring

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

Chapter 35: And She Left Like That

The silence that followed the slamming of the front door was louder than any of Garette’s outbursts. It was a heavy, suffocating thing that filled the corridors of the mansion, mocking the high ceilings and the expensive art. Garette stood at the window, his breath fogging the glass, watching the small, retreating figure of Dianthe until she was nothing more than a speck against the vast, gray Texas horizon."She’ll be back," he muttered, his voice sounding hollow in the large kitchen. "She’s halfway to the main road. She’ll realize she has no car, no phone—I have her phone—and she’ll come crawling back."He picked up the diamond ring on the floor. It felt cold, unnervingly light. He pocketed it, his jaw set in a grim line. He returned to his coffee, but it had gone bitter. He tried to check his emails, but the words blurred. Every time he closed his eyes, he didn't see a legal brief; he saw the look of absolute, soul-deep exhaustion in Dianthe’s eyes before she walked out.He was int

Chapter 36: Her Terms

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

Chapter 37 - The Old Photo

The return to the Le Brione ranch felt less like a homecoming and more like a tactical retreat. True to her word, Dianthe did not follow Garette into the master suite. Instead, she directed the house staff to move her meager belongings—the ones she had packed in her old, worn suitcase—into the West Guest Wing. It was a beautiful room, airy and filled with natural light, but it was miles away from the heartbeat of the house.Garette stood in the hallway, leaning against the door frame as he watched her arrange her nursing books on a small mahogany shelf. He had shed his suit jacket and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, looking restless and out of sorts."The guest wing is drafty this time of year," he noted, his voice smooth as silk but carrying a hint of a challenge. "The master suite has the heated floors. And a fireplace that actually works."Dianthe didn't look up. "I’m a nurse, Garette. I’ve slept in hospital break rooms and plastic chairs. I think I’ll survive a drafty guest ro

Chapter 38: The Ultimatum

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

Chapter 39: The Terrible Spy

The heavy silence of the library was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock, sounding like the countdown to an explosion. Dianthe slipped out of the shadows, her heart hammering so loudly she feared the house staff might hear it. She had seen enough. The name Leo Thorne was no longer just a scribble on the back of a photograph; it was a link to a past that Garette was trying to keep from her.She made it back to the guest wing, her mind a blurred kaleidoscope of images: her fisherman father’s calloused hands, the old Le Brione’s guilty eyes, and Garette’s ruthless pursuit of the truth.In the study, Garette picked up the envelope from the hall table. His eyes, trained to spot the slightest inconsistency, immediately noticed the seal. It had been tampered with. The adhesive was slightly skewed, a hurried attempt to make it look untouched.A cold, dark realization settled in his gut.He didn't call for her. He didn't shout. He walked slowly, purposefully, toward the

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