My stunning bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The ever heavily dressed Mrs Young stood at the grand entrance of her home, welcoming guests with a shiny, overly rehearsed smile. She was glammed to the nines, sparkling from head to toe like someone who had just been plucked out of a reality show and placed on a red carpet. Her gown was layered with sequins that shimmered under the chandelier lights spilling through the open doorway, and her jewelry clinked with every gesture, announcing her presence before she even spoke. She wanted to be seen, admired, and talked about.Yet beneath all that glamorous effort, her smile was beginning to falter. It had taken every ounce of self-control she possessed to hold back irritation after receiving the news that Arianna had refused to enter the car she personally sent to bring her to the party. That small act of defiance had nearly ruined her day. Still, Mrs Young swallowed the rising anger, straightened her spine, and continued her charming hostess performance as though nothing had gone wrong

Stepping into the hall where the party was taking place, Arianna felt her breath hitch. Chloe’s mother held her arm firmly, guiding her forward with a warm, practiced smile, waving gently at familiar faces. Her grip was not forceful—just steady enough to anchor Arianna as they moved deeper into the crowd. With every step, Mrs. Mickelson was intentionally ushering her into high society, making a bold, unmistakable declaration of the Mickelson family's support.Arianna couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips. The turn-up was unbelievable—far more extravagant than she had imagined. The décor alone seemed like something pulled out of a royal gala: silver drapes cascading from the ceiling, chandeliers sparkling like frozen constellations, and hundreds of candles flickering along the walls, painting the room in a soft golden haze.The lights were almost blinding. Again, she was reminded of her stepmother’s vanity—always doing things in excess, always trying to impress the crowd r

Arianna paid no attention to their glares and judgment.About his gift, she felt certain it could never outshine the dress she wore, a radiant creation that clung to her curves and shimmered like molten gold under the chandeliers’ glow. The party itself, although extravagantly tailored to impress, was clearly crafted to flatter her stepmother’s vanity, a fact that bored her senseless. Still, she maintained her composure, knowing the evening’s true significance lay elsewhere.Immediately after the brief exchange of polite nods and smiles, the guests began approaching her, presenting their gifts with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Some greeted her warmly, others awkwardly, but most directed their attention toward Aiden, speaking to him as though he were the celebrant himself.“Young master Aiden, it’s a pleasure to meet you,”Her father said, bowing slightly. “You could have informed us of your arrival; my wife and I would have welcomed you at the door.” The words were polite, but the ea

The slap shut the entire hall up.For a moment, the grand ballroom froze as if someone had sliced the air clean in half. Conversation died mid-sentence, champagne flutes hovered suspended in stunned hands, and even the overly dramatic orchestral music faltered into irrelevance. What was supposed to be a glamorous eighteenth birthday celebration had spiraled into something far more sensational. The atmosphere crackled with disbelief, tension, and unfiltered entertainment. At this point, the event resembled the filming of a chaotic reality show more than a birthday party.The media, scattered discreetly among the guests, perked up instantly. Their cameras clicked to life like insects drawn to fresh sugar. They had been more than grateful for the anonymous tip earlier—someone had promised them a story tonight. A scandal. A confrontation. Drama.Little did they know, they were getting several storylines woven into one glorious disaster.Hilarious.Arianna almost burst into laughter the mo

The crowd was thrown into yet another round of shock, and at this point, it was becoming almost impossible to keep up with the rapidly unfolding chaos. What was meant to be a glamorous birthday celebration had spiraled into something far more scandalous, far more unforgettable. Keeping their mouths shut was now nothing but a mirage; the guests gasped so loudly and so collectively that one would have thought they were all drawing their final breaths at once.This was no longer just a confrontation.This was a full-blown slapping spree.Seconds after delivering the slap, the previously furious Mrs. Mickelson beamed faintly, the corners of her lips lifting in a restrained but unmistakable smile. Finally, that evil woman was getting what she deserved, she muttered inwardly. For the first time since the accusations were hurled so carelessly, she felt vindicated. She couldn’t have been happier, not even if she tried.The silence that followed her husband striking her echoed louder than nois