All Chapters of My stunning bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

AriannaThe morning after the news broke, Arianna had expected things to be worse.She had prepared herself for whispers, for judgmental stares, maybe even avoidance. What she hadn’t prepared for was the opposite.Attention.Too much of it.As soon as she stepped into the school compound, she noticed it immediately. Students who once walked past her without a second glance were now waiting near the corridors, almost as if they had been stationed there. Some held phones, others small paper bags, and a few even stood awkwardly holding neatly wrapped flowers.Arianna slowed her steps slightly, unsure of what she was walking into.Chloe, walking beside her, muttered under her breath, “This is not normal.”“It’s fine,” Arianna replied softly, though she wasn’t entirely convinced.Before she could take another step, a group of boys from her year stepped forward. They looked nervous, but determined. One of them, taller than the rest, cleared his throat.“Arianna…” he began.She blinked, slig

Arianna knew Principal Fitzgerald was many things.Polished. Deceptive.Careful.Selective with his tone depending on who stood before him.But she had never seen him like this.Not until now.The moment his eyes landed on Aiden, something in his entire demeanor shifted so abruptly it almost felt unnatural. His posture straightened, his expression stretched into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and even the way he adjusted his tie carried a strange urgency.“Mr. Smith… what an honor,” he said, stepping forward quickly.Arianna stood beside Aiden, suddenly aware of how different the atmosphere had become. The same man who had once brushed off student complaints with vague reassurances was now practically radiating politeness.Aiden didn’t return the smile.He didn’t move forward either.He simply looked at the principal.And that alone seemed to make the older man hesitate.“I… I was just about to call Miss Arianna to my office,” Principal Fitzgerald continued, his voice smoot

The afternoon felt unusually calm.I sat on the balcony with my books spread all over the table, pages flipped open, notes scribbled in the margins, yet none of it seemed to stay in my head for long. My mind kept drifting—to the exams, to the rumors, to everything I was trying so hard not to think about.Across from me, Aiden sat with his laptop, his posture straight, his expression unreadable as usual. Even when he wasn’t speaking, his presence filled the space effortlessly.“Are you nervous about your upcoming exams?” he asked.I looked up at him, studying his face for any hint of what he was thinking, but as expected, there was nothing.“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “I’ll know if I should be when my results come out.”He nodded once, like that was enough.For the first time in a while, things felt… quieter between us. Not perfect, not comfortable, but at least the tension that used to hang in the air had softened. The awkwardness was still there, lingering in the spaces bet

Aiden The moment I stepped into the building, I could already feel it. Tension. Not the kind that builds slowly, but the kind that arrives fully formed—thick, uncomfortable, and desperate. Waiting for me. The senior members of the Yates family stood in a semi-circle near the entrance of my office floor, their expressions tightly controlled but visibly strained. Some looked angry. Others looked anxious. A few simply looked exhausted, like they hadn’t slept after reading the email I sent earlier. I didn’t slow my steps. “You’re blocking the entrance,” I said flatly as I approached. No greeting. No acknowledgment beyond that. One of them stepped forward immediately, his face red with irritation. “Aiden, your father and I have been in business for over two decades. What is the meaning of this nonsense?” I finally stopped. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to him. “You call it nonsense,” I said calmly, “because I haven’t involved the authorities yet.” A pause. My ton

The corridor had finally emptied. Silence returned to my floor, the kind that only followed after authority had been firmly asserted. The echoes of hurried footsteps faded, leaving behind nothing but stillness and intention. Elder Yates remained where he stood. Waiting. He was not a man who needed things explained twice. “Now,” he said calmly, adjusting his grip on his cane, “you mentioned another matter.” I studied him for a brief second. Then I turned. “Inside,” I said. We stepped back into my office, the door closing behind us with a soft but final click. The air in the room was still —private, contained, deliberate. I didn’t sit this time. Neither did he. “This isn’t something I intended to bring up today,” I began, walking toward my desk. “But considering your family’s… current situation, it has become necessary.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “You have my attention.” I picked up a thin black folder from the far edge of the desk. Unlike the previous on