All Chapters of The Playboy Attorney & His Arranged Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The ambiance of the five-star restaurant at the Savoy was designed for discretion—dim lighting, thick velvet booths, and the soft clinking of silver against bone china. But despite the luxury, the air at the table was sharp enough to draw blood.Atty. Garette sat with his back to the wall, the quintessential executive in a charcoal-grey suit that screamed power and precision. Beside him, Dianthe felt the weight of the room’s gaze. She was no longer just the woman from the garden party; she was the wife of the most formidable legal mind in the country. However, the woman sitting across from them didn’t seem to care about titles.Sandra Belosh was a vision of calculated, high-fashion aggression. Clad in a scarlet Dior suit that mirrored the deep red of the vintage Bordeaux she was currently swirling, she looked like a female hawk waiting for the right moment to strike. Her father, the late Josh Belosh, had been a titan of industry, leaving behind a retail empire consisting of eight mass

After doing the necessary actions related to the Sandra Belosh case, Garette and Dianthe were on the O’ Le Briene’s private jet, before the sun rise the next morning, going back to Texas.The private jet touched down on the ranch’s landing strip just as the Texas sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in aggressive shades of violet and gold. The transition from the foggy, ancient streets of Cambridge and the luxury of London to the raw, dusty air of the ranch felt like waking up from a dream.The ride from the hangar to the main house was silent. Garette sat in the back of the SUV, his eyes fixed on the flickering shadows of the fence lines. He was no longer just the "Lawyer Shark" or the "Husband." He was a man sitting on a secret that could dismantle the very empire they were driving toward.When the car pulled up to the grand entrance, the staff were lined up as usual, but the atmosphere was different. The news of the Cambridge "garden battle" had traveled fast; the

He pulled her closer and whispered to her right ear, “Let us go to the bed. It is time to enjoy each other again.” There was a certain tease on his tone and Dianthe could not help to giggle.She turned around and faced him, her expression was filled tease too. “What kind of enjoyment you have in mind at this time, Atty. Garette?” she retorted with a slight grin on her lips.“I will show you,” he replied, then lifted her up. He carried her on his shoulder as if he was a caveman carrying his easy prey.Garette didn't let her go as they crossed the threshold. He closed the door with a soft click that sounded final, a seal against the rest of the world and the secrets hiding in the floorboards below. When he turned to her, his eyes weren't those of the calculating businessman or the grieving son. They were dark, hungry, and pleading.For a moment, they stood in the center of the room, the silence between them no longer sharp with suspicion, but heavy with a different kind of gravity. Gare

The heavy steel-reinforced door groaned as the silver weaver key turned. It was a sound of ancient machinery waking up, a mechanical sigh that echoed through the cold, damp stone of the basement. Dianthe pushed the door open, the hinges screaming in protest, revealing a small, windowless chamber lit only by a single, dim bulb that flickered to life.This wasn't a room filled with gold bars or stacks of cash. It was a room filled with paper—the true currency of the Le Brione empire.In the center of the room sat a black lacquered chest. Dianthe approached it with trembling knees. She knew that inside this box lay the reason for her marriage, the reason for Garette’s obsession, and the truth about the man named Leo Thorne.She lifted the lid. On top lay a thick legal document, bound in blue leather. The title was embossed in gold: The Thorne-Le Brione Testamentary Trust.As Dianthe scanned the pages, the world seemed to tilt. It wasn't just a business partnership. Leo Thorne had been th

The executive suite at Le Brione Holdings was a masterpiece of glass and steel, but to Dianthe, it felt like a high-altitude interrogation room. Outside the heavy oak doors, she could hear the muffled chaos of the communications team. They were frantic, preparing for the 3:00 PM press conference where Garette would have to officially introduce his "nurse bride" as his new Executive Vice President.Inside the private bathroom, the air was still and smelled of Garette’s expensive cologne. Dianthe sat on the edge of the marble vanity, her hands shaking so violently she had to grip the counter.A small plastic stick sat on a white paper towel."Patterns," she whispered, echoing Garette’s word from the boardroom.She looked at the digital clock on the wall. Three minutes. In the legal world, three minutes was enough time to lose a motion. In her world, it was enough time for her entire plan of independence to go up in flames.She didn't want to look. If she is pregnant, the 51% leverage sh