Lahat ng Kabanata ng When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Karol and Ingrid may not have the wealth or influence of the Suegra family, but they had something far more precious – their love for their daughter, Alysha."We will do everything you suggest. But save my daughter's life, please."Ingrid's words echoed the sentiments of a mother's love, her eyes brimming with tears as she pleaded for Alysha's safety. "It is enough for us that our Alysha stays alive," she implored, her voice choked with emotion. "We don't need her to go into that family and claim her position."Neil's gaze softened as he looked upon the young Princess Alysha, her innocence and vulnerability tugging at his heartstrings. "I will take the responsibility of Alysha," he declared, his voice steady with resolve.The King and Queen were stunned by Neil's offer, their hearts overflowing with gratitude. "You really will do this for us? You will take care of Alysha?" the King asked, his voice filled with hope.Neil nodded solemnly, his commitment unwavering. "I will take her wit

In the opulent suite of the Suegra Hotel, Ivan Anderson Suegra stood seething, his rage filling the room like a dark storm. The expensive whiskey glass he’d been clutching shattered against the wall, the amber liquid splattering down in chaotic streams over the lavish wallpaper. His piercing blue eyes burned with fury as he glared at the men before him, their faces pale and uneasy.“You think I slept with a ghost?” he snarled, his voice low but dangerous, every word laced with fury and disbelief. His tall frame was tense, his fists clenched as he paced, the tension radiating off him like heat. The room, with its dim lighting and heavy silence, seemed to shrink around him as his anger grew.The men before him exchanged nervous glances, shifting uncomfortably under the weight of his glare. They knew the implications of what they were suggesting. They had searched high and low, but there was no trace of the woman who’d been with him last night. The hotel’s CCTV footage was gone, wiped c

In Jarl Palace. Europe.Alysha’s hands shook as she folded the last of her clothes into her bag, her heart a chaotic mess of anger, regret, and longing. Today she would leave with Neil Holland, escaping the nightmare that had become her life. From now on, she would live in the Holland family mansion, far from the twisted web of secrets and betrayals. But as she glanced around the room one last time, her gaze landed on something that stopped her in her tracks—a slip of fabric draped over the edge of the chair.It was her night robe.She froze, a shiver running down her spine as the memory washed over her. That night… she’d been dressed in her wedding gown, hadn’t she? The beautiful, delicate white lace that her mother had spent hours preparing for her. It had been a symbol of innocence, of a new beginning. But it was gone. What had Neil done with it? Had he burned it, destroyed it to erase any trace of the ordeal she’d endured? Or worse, had he discarded it like some cheap disguise, a

Gabriel, Lilian, and Bjorn stepped through the grand gates of the Jarl palace, Bjorn’s eyes wandered curiously around the sprawling estate. The grandeur of the palace was something even he hadn’t expected, but his attention was soon pulled elsewhere.Andrine’s heart pounded as she leaned over the railing, watching the Suegra family stride confidently through the grand gates of the Jarl palace. Gabriel and Lilian moved with an aura of authority, their faces unreadable and cold. But it was Bjorn—her eyes had locked onto him immediately. The wild, untamed Bjorn, who seemed to carry chaos in every step, his presence filling the room with a reckless energy she found irresistible.Bjorn. Her cheeks flushed as she took him in, remembering the way he carried himself on the streets, unafraid, loud, and fierce. She’d seen him from afar many times, watching him shout, fight, and toss the other boys around like they were nothing. Every ounce of him was thrilling, dangerous—and to her, somehow per

“Bjorn,” Gabriel growled, his voice barely containing his rage. “Enough.” The single word cut through the air like a knife, and for once, Bjorn fell silent, looking at his uncle with a half-dazed expression.Lilian’s voice was low, steady, with an edge that could slice through steel. “We didn’t come here for your nonsense, Bjorn. We came for Alysha. And right now, she’s missing.” Her eyes narrowed, piercing him with a look that could have silenced anyone with a shred of common sense.Bjorn looked more puzzled than worried when he realized how serious the situation was.Gabriel’s face twisted with rage, his hands balled into fists at his sides, and for a moment, it looked as though he might strike Bjorn right there. The look in Gabriel’s eyes was murderous, but before he could react, Lilian stepped forward, her voice trembling slightly with fear. Ingrid and Karol exchanged horrified glances, the weight of the situation pressing down on them like a crushing force. They had heard whispe