When Betray Brings Mr. Right のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Ivan's fist slammed into the wall, over and over, each punch landing with a sickening thud. Cracks spiderwebbed across the surface, dust and bits of plaster falling to the floor. His knuckles were bloodied, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even feel the pain—just the boiling rage coursing through him.“Enough!” Henry, his loyal assistant, grabbed his arm and yanked him back. “You’re going to break your damn hand!”Ivan struggled against him for a moment, his body trembling violently with suppressed fury. His chest heaved, his breath ragged and shallow, as though he couldn’t get enough air.“They took her,” he growled through clenched teeth, his voice low and guttural. “They fucking took her. Right in front of me. My woman. My Alysha.”Henry’s grip on his arm tightened. “I know, sir. But this isn’t going to fix anything. You need to think.”Ivan glared at him, his icy blue eyes blazing with anger. “Think? How the hell am I supposed to think when they’ve taken everything from me? Alysha. S

At that moment, the sound of heavy boots echoed through the grand hall, and Henry stepped inside. His sharp gaze swept across the room before landing on Alysha.A flicker of recognition passed between them. Alysha knew Henry—he was Ivan’s right-hand man, always by his side. Reliable, calculating, and fiercely loyal.From across the room, Lilian’s eyes narrowed into a piercing glare, her disapproval palpable. She folded her arms, her expression cold and unwelcoming. But Henry didn’t even flinch. If anything, he looked more defiant, his jaw set as though daring her to speak.Alysha didn’t hesitate. She walked toward Henry, her heart pounding in her chest. “Henry,” she said, her voice urgent, her eyes searching his face. “Where is Ivan?”Henry gave her a measured look, the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “This is the Rodriguez Manor, ma’am,” he said smoothly, his tone respectful but firm. “Sir doesn’t reside here.”Alysha’s brow furrowed, her confusion deepen

The doors of the mansion swung open, and the air seemed to freeze as Seraphina Holland strode in, her heels echoing off the marble floor. Every head turned, and the room, charged with tension already, became a powder keg ready to explode. Seraphina stood there, poised and elegant, her eyes flicking over each face with an amused smirk as if she had planned her entrance perfectly.Gabriel and Lilian stiffened, their faces flushing with anger. Lilian gripped Gabriel’s arm, her eyes blazing with fury. “What are you doing here?” Gabriel seethed, his voice low and dangerous. “You dare come to our home after everything?”Seraphina raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unbothered by the storm she had walked into. Her eyes met Armin’s, her lips curving into a smile that was almost taunting. “Why, Armin?” she asked, feigning innocence. “Why this attitude? What exactly have I done to deserve it?”Armin stepped forward, his expression a mixture of rage and betrayal. “You know what you’ve done, Ser

Seraphina’s eyes softened, her lips curving into a sad smile as she stepped closer to Armin, reaching out to touch his arm, her fingers delicate and persuasive. “Armin…” she whispered, her voice filled with an intimacy meant for only him.Armin’s gaze flicked toward Alysha, the conflict clear in his eyes. For a brief moment, he seemed caught, the emotions twisting his expression, but then his face hardened. With a swift, almost harsh movement, he shook off Seraphina’s hand. “Don’t touch me, Seraphina. My wife is here.”Seraphina’s eyes widened, and a visible tremor passed through her as she pulled her hand back, hurt flashing in her expression. “Armin!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I thought you loved only me! You promised to make me your wife!” Her voice rose, desperate, and her eyes bore into his, searching for any hint of the man she thought she knew. “You even knew she was dead. Didn’t you?”Armin’s jaw tightened, his eyes darting away, and for a split second, his silence spoke

The lawyer’s office, with its floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with volumes of law, seemed to swallow the small group within it. Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Seated behind it, the lawyer, a composed figure in a dark suit, adjusted his glasses and leaned forward. Alysha, her expression tense but resolute, sat across from him, hands folded in her lap. Her eyes were sharp, carrying a mixture of anger and desperation. Next to her was Ivan Anderson, her lover, a tall and stoic man with an air of quiet strength. He had one arm draped protectively around her shoulders, his gaze fixed on the lawyer. Alysha’s voice broke the silence, steady but full of emotion. “I need a divorce. I want to be free from my husband, Armin Rodriguez. But he doesn’t want to let me go.”The lawyer raised an eyebrow, his eyes calculating as he carefully considered the situation. “When you say he doesn’t want to let you go, what do you mean