Todos os capítulos de The Chosen Bride: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

"How is it that...?" "Those men have to report to me, especially if it involves your security. You're my fiancée, so you should be more than safe... no one, not even I, no matter how archaic and stringent the traditions may be, has the right to touch you. Never, so don't forget it."That reminder was good for me, more than excellent, because to some extent, it told me I could feel safe with him. But from there to it being a tangible reality, there was a long way to go."Thank you for the clarification," I told him, “But I resolved the situation completely, and by now, the boy should have faced disciplinary measures, problems to deal with.""He probably does...""Well, I...," I didn't even know what to say, honestly. We had no conversational topics, which made me furrow my brow, imagining what our interactions would be like."Rest, Amaya, I'll fall asleep with one of the readings you mentioned," he informed me, and I stopped him, curiosity piqued."You recommended Delta of Venus by Ana

I had something to do in Berkeley. You could say I was there to see my fiancée, but after the unusual phone call we had, I was also there for another good reason: I had to give someone a good thrashing, one that would send a message.I walked calmly to my target's room, knocked, and smiled because there was no one in the hallway, and my men had taken care of the cameras, giving me some time before the head prefect showed up for rounds. When the guy opened the door, he was surprised to see a man with a golden mask and a custom-made suit."I'm sorry, I don't know you. Are you lost?""No, I'm exactly where I should be, ready to break your bones," I replied with a sinister smile.Before he could react, I grabbed him by the neck, pushed him into the room, and took his hand, twisting it with pleasure."This is for touching what you're not allowed to touch," I told him, and then I sent him crashing to the floor with brutal speed. "And this is for messing with my fiancée, harassing her, and d

The day of departure had arrived. I looked one last time at the university and wiped away the tears to contain the intense pain of leaving everything I truly loved to spend a few days at my father's house before traveling to Las Vegas with his family to resolve everything regarding the ceremony. It was so overwhelmingly depressing that I didn't utter a word. I just felt like I had to keep going, like I had to walk and let autopilot take over. I never imagined that upon landing in Los Angeles, I would encounter a different kind of hell, one I was truly unprepared for, one I had never been educated for, one for which I became the perfect target for a trio of women who found pleasure in humiliating the vulnerable. It was that bad. Starting with the first day, the day my father made the wrong decision to settle me in the main house, where dinner was held, in a guest room next to Ima's room. That wasn't the smartest move, because when I arrived and unpacked, the family's model looked a

Contrary to common belief that I was a terrible control freak, I came to pay a visit as a partner to my future father-in-law. A visit that had been planned since before the engagement but conveniently fit with the arrival of my fiancée and the events that unfolded with her. The fact that my men called me to tell me what had happened with Amaya, the way Ima confronted her, humiliated her, and ridiculed her, spoke volumes of their annoyance. They normally didn't get involved in women's fights, not after understanding that those were issues, they could handle themselves. However, I knew it was a delicate matter when they made her cry. "I don't want to sound arrogant, but Miss Amaya just wanted some peace because she was sad, but the fact that her sister pushed so hard was the last straw," Octavio explained after giving me a brief summary of my fiancée's capacity to reduce people. "She tore her books apart, in addition to attacking her directly. That's not only serious but also wrong."

Hiroshi was on the verge of having some kind of apoplexy; he looked extremely displeased that Hiro had decided to be honest. Because what was expected of him was to remain silent, so the fact that he was honest and gave it a deep analysis brought the situation to the forefront. "I'll make this easier for you," I said to my fiancée's father. "Check the security cameras; they will be your best judge." "I will," he said, and I saw Ima becoming restless. "We'll resolve this mess as soon as possible." "We have to, no doubt," I replied. "Dad, I think it's not necessary. Everything is based on the trust we have, as well as what we say and..." She herself seemed conflicted, and Dai looked at her sternly. Then she frowned as if she understood for the first time that her plan had gone awry, worse than she expected. She distanced herself from Ima, creating some space, making her father believe that she would agree with the punishment, if it were applied. It was convenient considering what