Semua Bab Unexpected ties: Arranged Marriage. : Bab 91 - Bab 100

The boardroom was a tomb of silence, the kind that followed an earthquake when the world was still trying to understand what had just struck.Darren stood tall, his fingers still fisted in Harris’s collar, the man’s face flushed and dripping with sweat. Harris’s earlier smug confidence had evaporated like mist under a burning sun.“You dare fabricate evidence against my wife?” Darren’s voice rolled across the table, low but carrying the weight of thunder. His gaze was molten steel, each word slicing into the room like a blade. “Did you think no one would question it? Did you think I wouldn’t be here?”The executives shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their earlier jeers swallowed whole by the revelation of who exactly was standing before them. Brandon Preston. Darren Edwards. The ghost CEO they’d whispered about for years and he was married to Mia, the very woman they had just condemned.Mia sat frozen in her chair, her heart pounding so loudly she thought the entire room must hear

The silence after the boardroom adjourned lingered like smoke after a fire. Mia followed Darren into his private office, her legs weak, her chest so tight she thought she might choke. The door closed behind them with a soft click, but it felt like the lock on a cage.She whirled on him, her eyes glistening. “Who are you?” Her voice cracked, but the demand was clear. “Darren, Brandon, who are you really?”He didn’t flinch. He had prepared himself for this moment, but still, the raw hurt in her voice gutted him.“Mia…” he began softly, stepping closer. “I wanted to tell you everything. I wanted to wait until the right time—”“The right time?” She cut him off, anger piercing through her tears. “The right time to tell me that my husband isn’t just some poor man struggling to get by? That you’re the CEO of Preston Group? That you’ve been lying to me every single day of this marriage?”Her voice rose, echoing against the polished glass walls. She pressed a trembling hand to her chest as tho

The clock ticked softly in Darren’s office, the sound slicing through the tense silence. Mia sat stiffly beside him, her fingers twisted together, her chest rising and falling too quickly. Across from them, the private investigator laid a thick brown folder on the desk with a quiet finality, his eyes heavy with the weight of what he was about to reveal.“This,” he said gravely, sliding the folder closer to Mia, “is everything I’ve uncovered about your past. The full truth. No more shadows.”Mia’s throat tightened. For weeks she had dreaded this moment, but now that it had come, she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear it. Darren reached under the table and pressed her hand gently, his warmth steadying her.“Go on,” Darren said, his voice low, commanding.The investigator opened the file and drew out several documents. “Mia… your biological parents were not ordinary people. They were shareholders in a powerful conglomerate. Their influence made them targets.” He paused, his gaze sympathet

In the Thompson estate, laughter bubbled like champagne. Eva twirled in the center of the living room, her silk dress catching the dim light, while her mother reclined with a satisfied smirk.“It worked,” Eva announced gleefully, her voice laced with triumph. “Mia’s lying in a hospital bed right now. Did you hear, Mother? That truck nearly flattened her. She won’t crawl out of this one so easily.”Mrs. Thompson swirled the red wine in her glass, her expression less animated. “Don’t celebrate too loudly, Eva. Accidents can turn. People survive things they shouldn’t. Don’t underestimate her luck.”Eva scoffed, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Luck runs out eventually. And Mia’s has. By the time she wakes up, if she even does her precious reputation will already be shredded. And Darren?” Her lips curled in disdain. “He’ll have no choice but to watch it all crumble.”Mrs. Thompson set down her glass, her eyes gleaming coldly. “Just remember, Eva… nothing is certain until the body

The hospital room was silent except for the steady beeping of the machines that kept Mia tethered between life and death. Darren sat slumped in the chair beside her bed, his fingers laced tightly through hers. His eyes were bloodshot from sleepless nights, but they never left her face. Her pale cheeks, the faint bruise near her temple, the fragile rise and fall of her chest each detail seared into his heart like a brand.He bent forward, resting his forehead against her hand. His voice was low, cracked with emotion.“You hear me, Mia? You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving us. I’ve lost too much already. I can’t… I won’t lose you.”The memory of the doctor’s words echoed in his skull like a hammer. Pregnant… miscarriage… critical condition. Rage surged through him again, hot and uncontrollable, but he forced it down. Not now. Not here. He couldn’t let her feel his fury when she needed his strength.“Hold on, my love,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her knuckles. “Just a l