Todos los capítulos de MAYBE MEANT TO BE:A bride for Mr Antonio: Capítulo 261 - Capítulo 270

 “Can you believe it, Antonio apologized sincerely to me." Elizabeth cuts into her thoughts and smiled faintly. Her heart swelling with pride and hope.  “What?”Courtney snapped in a whisper. Grandma Elizabeth nodded as they continued down the hall.  The guards bowed when they walked past the hallway. Courtney didn't ignore to notice the new improvement in Antonio's mansion.The walls were adorned with portraits of Angela. “He misses her badly, I never thought Antonio could feel such strong emotions”.Courtney said, reacting to those pictures on the wall. “Angela has no idea what she has done to my little fox, and to me… I really wish I could see her again”.Mama Elizabeth replied. "Of course Grandma she is out there so

“What's happening? Not now grandma please not now”.Courtney said in her mind,as her heart raced faster than ever.They arrived at Grandma Elizabeth’s room.Courtney’s breath hitched in her throat as she hurried to her grandmother’s side.Who was lying there, pale and motionless.She gently shook her hand. “Nonna, please, wake up,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.She didn't move an eye lid.“Come on grandma,please I am begging you,you were perfectly fine last night.. please”.Courtney sobbed but she remained motionless.Courtney turned to the maids, panic rising in her chest with tears flooding her face. “Get Dr Norman here immediately,” she ordered.The maids nodded and quickly left to carry out her instructions. Courtney took Grandma Elizabeth’s cold hand, holding it tightly as she willed her to wake up.“Please, Nonna, please,” she whispered, as tears continued flooding down her face.“Who did you leave Antonio to? What will he do if he gets to hear this…We need you now”.Minut

“I'm so sorry sir,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. “We couldn't save her. She… she passed away a few moments ago, she was poisoned…”.The words hung in the air, heavy, and suffocating. Antonio stood frozen, his mind struggling to process the devastating truth. The room seemed to tilt, the walls closing in around him. The doctor closed his eyes expecting a hit, something, anything, but there was no single sound heard.He slowly opened his eyes to see Antonio walking towards his grandma's bed.The doctors and nurses immediately exit the bedside like a water splash“Poison?”He asked…“Yes…yes sir”.Why will anyone poison Grandma Elizabeth, and what could they aim to achieve with it?“No…”Antonio chuckled slowly.His grandmother, the one person who could calm his storms, who had been his anchor, was gone.“You are joking”.He laughed out loudly.The nurses lowered their heads, crying silently.Suddenly, a loud guttural cry of anguish tore from his throat, a raw, primal

Angela stepped off the plane with a deep breath, feeling the cool air of Japan against her skin. The twins, Liya and Lia, bounded ahead with the energy only ten-year-olds could muster after a long flight. Angela kept a close eye on them as they navigated through the bustling airport.“Stay close, girls,” she called, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. They were here at last.After passing through customs and retrieving their luggage, Angela led the way to the taxi stand. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Doris had assured her that staying with her friend, Yuki, would be a smooth transition, but Angela couldn't get rid of her lingering anxiety.Most especially, she can't stop thinking about her brother each time she sees a random energetic teenage boy “Girls, wait! That's our taxi”.Angela called the twins running around as she saw a man with a board sign with her name written on it.The twins ran towards the man before she could get there.“Hello, I am Angela…sorry I

However before Damon could act, the faint rumble of engines grew louder, cutting through the stillness like a thunderclap on the horizon. Damon’s eyes flickered with shock as he glanced toward the source of the noise.Suddenly, the area was flooded with the roaring sound of power bikes and sleek, black cars. One by one, they emerged from the surrounding woods, forming a circle around the helicopter and Damon’s men. The vehicles skidded to a halt, their engines purring menacingly, and doors swung open in unison. Antonio’s mafia men stepped out, each one a figure of lethal precision, clad in sharp suits and dark shades. The sunlight glinted off the weapons they carried with practiced ease—automatic rifles, handguns, and more. Their presence was a stark contrast to Damon’s men, who were now visibly shaken, their earlier confidence wavering in the face of the overwhelming force that had just arrived.The men on power bikes circled the area like vultures, their engines growling as the