When Betray Brings Mr. Right のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

Andrine’s eyes, filled with a glimmer of hope and desperation, met Alysha’s. She stepped closer, her voice softer but urgent. “You might not remember me,” she began, her tone almost pleading, “but you know I’m your sister, right?”Alysha offered a small, reassuring smile and nodded. “Of course, Andrine,” she replied gently. “I know you’re my sister.”For a brief moment, the tension in the room seemed to ease, but then Andrine’s expression shifted. The vulnerability in her eyes hardened, replaced by a quiet determination. “I need money,” she said, the words direct and unflinching.Alysha’s smile faltered, and she blinked, taken aback. “Money?” she echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion.Andrine’s face tightened as she continued, her voice laced with frustration. “Maximilian’s been making my life hell. He’s stopped paying for my medical school fees.” She looked down, as if trying to hide the anger and hurt simmering beneath her composed exterior. “I need the money to continue.”Alysha’

Alysha hesitated as she stood outside the imposing gates of Armin’s villa, her fingers curling into the strap of her bag. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her decision pressing down on her. She hadn’t wanted to come here, but she had no other choice. The divorce had left her with nothing, and with the judge giving them a year to reconsider their marriage, she was still technically tied to Armin. But money was what she needed right now, not the complicated tangle of emotions she felt.The villa loomed before her, larger than she had imagined. She had never been here before, despite everything they’d shared, or rather, everything they hadn’t. As she walked through the grand entryway, the space felt cold and distant, the air heavy with an uncomfortable stillness. She moved forward, her footsteps echoing off the marble floors, unsure where to go.Each hallway she passed seemed more elegant and refined than the last, but it was all unfamiliar, like she was walking through a st

Seraphina, hidden just beyond the doorway, watched the entire scene unfold with a gleeful glint in her eyes. She had seen Alysha’s desperation, the way she had tried to plead for money, only to be met with Armin’s anger and harsh words. And when Alysha had fled, her panic and fear palpable, Seraphina could hardly contain her delight.A smile tugged at her lips, and she reached into her designer purse, pulling out her phone. She stepped back further into the shadows, her fingers moving quickly as she dialed a familiar number. The phone rang twice before her brother’s deep voice answered.“Maximilian,” she whispered, her tone dripping with satisfaction, “you’ll never believe what I just witnessed.” She paused for dramatic effect, savoring the power she felt. “Our dear Alysha came crawling to Armin for money. Begging, practically. And you know what happened?”Maximilian’s voice was cold, but there was a hint of curiosity. “What did he do?”Seraphina’s smile widened, her eyes glinting wit

Alysha nodded, feeling both relieved and wary as she let him take her hand. She needed to be careful—she knew better than to think there were no strings attached when it came to Charles Sternly.The shrill ring of Alysha’s phone broke the tense silence between her and Charles. Her eyes widened as she glanced at the screen—Armin. Her heart sank, and she hesitated, knowing this would only complicate things further.Charles’s eyes narrowed as he noticed her reaction. “Why is he calling you?” he demanded, suspicion dripping from his voice.Alysha quickly shook her head. “I don’t know,” she replied, but she could feel the tension between them escalate.Charles, clearly not convinced, grabbed the phone before she could react. Without hesitation, he answered the call and switched it to speaker, his eyes locked onto hers, challenging her to react.Alysha’s face flushed with shock, her heart pounding as Armin’s voice echoed through the room. “Alysha… I’m sorry for tonight.”Charles’s gaze shif

Seraphina’s eyes widened, a look of utter shock and disbelief frozen on her face. She stood rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what had just happened. This little girl—Andrine—had humiliated her in front of everyone. The sting of Andrine’s words was worse than the slaps she had endured. Seraphina’s body shook with anger, but the fear in her eyes betrayed her.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Seraphina hissed, her voice filled with barely restrained rage. She could hardly believe that Andrine, this seemingly naive girl, was threatening her so openly and in front of a crowd.Andrine crossed her arms, her posture bold and unyielding. “Seraphina Holland,” she said, her voice loud enough for those still lingering to hear, “I’ll go to the media and sell the story if I have to.”Seraphina’s eyes widened, panic creeping into her expression. “What?” she whispered, her voice breaking. The thought of a scandal, of her name being dragged through the mud, sent a shiver down her sp