Lahat ng Kabanata ng When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

After returning from Jarl palace. Ivan leaned back, taking a deep breath as he watched his nephew fuming beside him, Bjorn’s fists clenched in frustration. The boy was only seventeen, but already he was obsessed with finding "his woman," convinced she was somehow hidden away by Neil Holland. Ivan felt a strange mix of amusement and exhaustion. Bjorn, barely out of his teens, dreaming of marriage, while Ivan himself—thirty years old, unbound by anything resembling commitment—remained single and indifferent to the thought.“There are twenty-one girls in the Jarl family,” Ivan muttered, still in disbelief. “And every one of them looks nearly the same. Same long orange hair, same pale skin, same willowy figure.” His brows knitted in frustration as he ran through each encounter in his mind. “But none of them looked like her. She was… different.” The memory of that night flashed through his mind, the girl’s features burned into his memory in ways that haunted him, tugging at something he d

Ivan drained the last of his drink, the realization settling over him like a sudden flash of light. That wild, reckless boy had more depth than he’d given him credit for. Bjorn’s erratic behavior, his constant talk of bringing his “woman” to Suegra state—it all made sense now. Bjorn wasn’t just infatuated; he was driven by a primal fear. A fear that someone might take her before he could claim her properly, before he could bring her under the Suegra name and secure her place in his life.Ivan finished his drink and stood up, finally understanding the real reason for Bjorn’s obsession. Bjorn wasn’t just chasing after some random girl. He was driven by something more serious—fear. Bjorn wanted to make sure no one else would go near the 13-year-old girl he’d set his eyes on, worried that if anyone else touches her, the family would never accept her as his future wife.Ivan realized Bjorn’s desperation wasn’t about being impulsive; it was about protecting someone he cared about. Bjorn wa

Bjorn’s face turned red with fury, his hands shaking violently as he glared at Karol. "How dare you!!!" Bjorn roared, his voice breaking with rage. His eyes flicked around the room, his mind clouded with vengeance. "I will crush your entire palace!"Without warning, Bjorn lunged forward, his hands grabbing whatever he could reach. The sound of glass shattering filled the air as he hurled a vase across the room, its pieces scattering like jagged stars. His rampage was just beginning. He stormed toward a nearby cabinet, his powerful hands gripping the wood before he tore it apart with a loud, splintering crack. Karol and Ingrid stood frozen, watching in helpless horror as their palace descended into chaos. Each item Bjorn destroyed felt like a piece of their world being ripped away. The chandelier above them swayed violently as Bjorn slammed into a table, sending it crashing to the floor. The sound of splintering wood and breaking glass mixed with the heavy, frantic breathing of the en

Neil's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin as Andrine stood her ground with defiant sharpness. "I will send you to the USA alone, Andrine," he said coldly, his words laced with frustration.Andrine, however, was not fazed. Her eyes met his with equal intensity, refusing to back down. "I’m a kid," she responded, her voice steady. "How can I go alone there? I need a guardian."Neil blinked, momentarily taken aback by her quick thinking. The girl was far too clever for her age, and it was clear she wasn’t going to let him have his way without a fight."I have people there for you," Neil said, his tone sharpening as he tried to regain control of the conversation.Andrine's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Your servants will raise me? Do you think I’m an orphan?" Her words stung like a whip, and Alysha, watching from beside her, felt her heart skip a beat. The tension in the room thickened, and she could see the storm brewing in Neil’s eyes.Neil clenched his jaw, the muscles in h

Bjorn’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as he floored the gas pedal of his Bugatti. The engine roared, the sleek car tearing down the road like a bullet, its speed pushing the limits of control. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, filled with a mixture of fury and excitement. Every ounce of his being was focused on one destination—Holland Mansion.Beside him, Ivan sat rigid, his normally composed demeanor shaken. His wide eyes flicked between Bjorn’s intense expression and the blur of the world rushing past them. The speed at which they were driving was reckless, even for someone like Bjorn, who lived for chaos."Slow down, Bjorn!" Ivan finally managed to shout over the roaring engine, his voice laced with shock. His fingers dug into the seat, bracing against the wild turns and the sheer velocity of the car. The tension between them was palpable, a shared understanding that whatever awaited them at Holland Mansion was no small matter.But Bjorn ignored h