Lahat ng Kabanata ng When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Maximilian’s car pulled up to the towering gates of the Rodriguez Manor, and the moment he rolled down his window, every guard and servant within sight stiffened, their eyes widening. The sheer size of the estate was daunting—a 200-year-old masterpiece that sprawled across 25 kilometers of manicured gardens, towering stone walls, and imposing architecture. It screamed of money, power, and legacy in a way that was undeniable.As soon as they recognized him—though he had never set foot here before—they immediately granted him access. The gates parted, and he drove into the heart of the Rodriguez empire, his eyes scanning the grandeur and opulence that unfolded before him. The fountains, the sprawling lawns, the intricate statues—all were carefully crafted symbols of a legacy built on generations of wealth and influence.Alora, sitting quietly beside him, still gripped his hand. She was calmer now, perhaps comforted by the familiar sight of her home. But Maximilian could sense the power

Maximilian met Bjorn’s gaze with a cool, steady look. “Bjorn, you cannot treat your little sister this way,” he said firmly, his voice carrying a note of disapproval. “Family isn’t about power; it’s about protection.”Bjorn’s eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a mocking smile as he crossed his arms. “As if you know better how to treat a sister, Max,” he sneered, his tone full of sarcasm. “You’re such an expert on family dynamics, huh?”Maximilian felt a flash of anger and confusion. “What are you talking about?”Bjorn’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Your sister, Seraphina Holland, okay!” he taunted, his words landing like a blow. “Why don’t you start there?”Maximilian’s body tensed as the mention of Seraphina hung in the air, a challenge he wasn’t prepared for. He felt his composure slip momentarily, but he forced himself to remain calm, knowing that reacting would only play into Bjorn’s hands. “This isn’t about Seraphina,” he said, his voice measured. “This is

Suddenly, Doctor Arisha Holland stepped into the room without knocking.Ivan’s breath caught in his throat the moment the doctor entered the room. His heart pounded, and for a second, it felt like time had stopped. The woman standing in front of him was strikingly familiar, her presence pulling him into a whirlpool of memories long buried. He couldn’t place her face exactly, but something about her—her eyes, her hair—struck him with a force that left him reeling. She looked almost identical to the mysterious woman who had vanished from his life after a single, unforgettable night."Hello," the woman greeted, her smile calm and professional.Alora, sitting beside Ivan, was frozen. Her wide blue eyes filled with terror, her body trembling violently as she stared at the doctor. It was as if she had seen a ghost.Then it hit her."Ghost! Ghost! Ghost!" Alora screamed, her voice rising in raw panic, each cry more frantic than the last. She pointed at the doctor, her whole body shaking u

The tension between them was pierced by a small voice that kept Ivan's grip tight. “Mommy...” came the soft, innocent call. It was like a chime, so pure and out of place in the midst of the storm of emotions.Ivan’s body went rigid, his eyes snapping to the source of the voice. Standing just a few steps away was a tiny girl, no more than two years old. She had one finger tucked in her mouth, her wide, curious eyes—his eyes—fixed on them with confusion. Her orange hair, a perfect match to Arisha’s, caught the light, and her tiny lips formed a hesitant pout. She was like a miniature, innocent reflection of Arisha, but with his piercing blue eyes staring back at him.Ivan’s breath caught, his mind unable to process what he was seeing. Mommy. The word echoed in his mind like a gunshot.Arisha, too, went still, her eyes darting between Ivan and the child. “Sisi...” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of fear, shock, and love. The world around them seemed to freeze, the sterile w

Arisha felt like she was drowning. The sight of Ivan holding Sisi, those blue eyes mirroring his own, was a truth she had fought to hide for so long. Her entire body shook, and she took a step forward, desperation clinging to her voice. “Ivan, you can’t—please, she’s my daughter.”Ivan’s eyes flicked to Arisha, the pain in her voice slicing through him, but he held firm. “If she’s mine, then she’s my daughter, too.” The words were calm, but there was an intensity beneath them, a fierce determination that sent a shiver down Arisha’s spine. “I’m not leaving this question unanswered, not again.”Henry, still standing by the door, seemed to snap out of his shock. He hesitated, glancing between the two, before finally nodding. “I’ll arrange the test immediately,” he said, his voice subdued. He turned and walked away, disappearing down the hall as the tension in the room grew thicker.Arisha’s hands dropped to her sides, defeated, her shoulders slumping as she watched Ivan cradle Sisi. She