Todos os capítulos de The Playboy Attorney & His Arranged Wife: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 87

The Texas sun was unforgivingly bright as the black Cadillac Escalade pulled through the ornate gates of the Thorne-Le Brione Manor. Inside the library, Greg stood as still as a statue, his hands clasped behind his back so tightly his knuckles were white. Beside him, Amber was a vision of professional poise in a cream-colored silk suit, though the slight tremor in her fingers as she adjusted her glasses betrayed the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior.The arrival of Greg’s past wasn't just a meeting; it was a collision of two worlds. When the car door opened, it wasn't just two children who stepped out, but the pillars of Greg’s foundation—his mother, Elena, and his father, Arthur.The two boys, six-year-old Mateo and four-year-old Lucas, looked like smaller, unpolished versions of Greg. Mateo had the same sharp, inquisitive eyes, while little Lucas possessed the mischievous smirk that Greg often used to disarm his opponents in the boardroom. They clung to the hands of their gran

The Texas morning broke with a clarity that felt almost cinematic, the sky a vast, unblemished blue that stretched toward the horizon. Inside the Thorne-Le Brione Manor, the atmosphere had shifted. The heavy, suffocating weight of secrets had been replaced by a quiet, rhythmic hum of a life being rebuilt.In the master suite, Garette and Dianthe were enjoying a rare moment of undisturbed peace. Baby Leo was sound asleep in his cradle, a tiny anchor of hope in the center of their world. Garette sat at the edge of the bed, watching Dianthe brush her hair, the sunlight catching the gold highlights in the dark strands."You’re staring," she said, catching his eye in the mirror with a playful smirk."I’m observing," Garette corrected, his voice low and warm. "There’s a difference. One is passive; the other is the strategic appreciation of my wife."Dianthe laughed, setting the brush down and turning to face him. "Is that the ‘Shark’ talking, or the man who spent three hours last night rese

The sun dipped below the Texas horizon, bleeding into shades of bruised purple and molten gold, as if the sky itself was acknowledging the gravity of the union about to take place. The Thorne-Le Brione Manor had been transformed. Thousands of white lilies and orchids lined the perimeter, their fragrance thick and sweet in the evening air, competing with the crisp, metallic scent of the nearby plains. High above the manicured lawns, crystal chandeliers hung from invisible armatures within massive white silk tents, their light refracting against the champagne flutes of the global elite.This was more than a wedding; it was a summit. The "Sharks" were no longer just a legal team; they were becoming a dynasty.Garette stood at the altar as Best Man, a silent sentinel of power. His presence alone was enough to quell any lingering whispers regarding Greg’s past. Beside him, Dianthe stood with a radiant, soft strength, cradling baby Leo. The child, swaddled in silk, represented the new era o