When Betray Brings Mr. Right のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Ivan drove fast, the intensity in his eyes focused straight ahead, his grip tight on the wheel. But then, as if something snapped inside him, he swerved the car off the road and parked on the gravel shoulder, the engine rumbling softly as they came to a stop.Alysha’s breath was still shallow, her chest heaving as she turned to look at him. “Ivan, what—”But before she could finish, Ivan reached for her, his hands warm as they cupped her face. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger and longing that spoke of all the years he’d spent missing her, waiting for her, fighting for her. “I can’t hold back anymore,” he murmured, his voice rough, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “I missed you, Alysha. I missed you so damn much.”He closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was urgent, almost desperate. The intensity of it sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her body melt against him. His hands held her face with a gentle but possessive grip, like he

The next day, the atmosphere in Armin's office was heavy with tension. The large, glass windows offered a sweeping view of the city, but the pristine, professional setting felt more like a battlefield. Armin sat behind his desk, his expression cold, eyes fixed on the door as he waited for Ivan and Alysha to arrive. The papers lay neatly on the desk, a silent promise of the game they were about to play.When the door finally opened, Ivan strode in first, his posture confident and unyielding. Alysha followed close behind, her eyes scanning the room, every step measured and cautious. She wore a mask of composure, but there was a quiet determination in her eyes—a sign that she was ready to face whatever came next.Armin’s gaze locked onto them as they entered, his expression unreadable. “Welcome,” he said, his voice calm but with an edge that hinted at the brewing tension. “I trust you both know why we’re here.”Ivan smirked, leaning back slightly as he eyed Armin. “Of course. You’re a ma

Alysha’s body trembled with fury, her eyes blazing as she faced the room. She was done being pulled in every direction, used as a pawn by the Hollands and the Suegras alike. First, they controlled her, and now they tried to manipulate her through her daughter. Enough was enough.“Armin,” she said, her voice loud and clear, cutting through the tense atmosphere. “I want you to draft a new contract for me—on behalf of the Jarl family.”The room went silent, every face turning toward her, stunned. Even Armin looked taken aback, the usual confidence slipping from his eyes as he tried to understand what she was planning. “What do you want to do, Alysha?”She stood tall, her shoulders squared as she made her declaration. “I’m going to transfer the entire Jarl project to my sister, Andrine Jarl’s name.”Gasps filled the room, the air charged with disbelief. The shock rippled through everyone—what?Neil’s face turned red with rage, his eyes blazing as he took a step forward, his voice booming.

Ivan’s grip tightened as he pulled Alysha close, his eyes filled with urgency and determination. “You don’t trust me, Alysha?” he asked, his voice low and intense, the words laced with both frustration and desperation. Alysha’s eyes met his, but she was torn—caught between the chaos of everything happening around her. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She was at a loss.Sensing her hesitation, Ivan’s expression softened for a moment, his voice turning almost pleading. “We’ll get married now, Alysha. Make it official.” His gaze flicked to Neil, a look of challenge burning in his eyes. “And then I’ll search for our daughter. Let’s see what Neil will do then.”Neil’s face twisted with fury, his composure shattering as he pointed a finger at Alysha. “If you sign that marriage with him, Alysha,” he hissed, his voice dripping with venom, “your daughter will be gone forever. For good.” His eyes were wild, the desperation of a man losing control. “This is your last warning—I’m warn

Alysha’s military boots crunched against the gravel path as she walked through the gates of her old villa, the air thick with the scent of earth and pine from the surrounding military camp. She paused, taking in the sight of her former home—a fortress of stone and iron, surrounded by layers of security and patrolling soldiers. It had been a while, but she felt the familiar hum of power and security vibrating through the air. She was back.As she pushed open the heavy door, the echo of her footsteps filled the hall, but it wasn’t long before a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. Charles Sternly’s eyes narrowed when he saw her, his posture rigid, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice sharp, the surprise flickering across his face.Alysha tilted her head slightly, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Isn’t this my home, Charles?” she asked, her tone smooth and calm. “Why shouldn’t I come back?”Charles’s jaw clenched as he to