บททั้งหมดของ I Got Married For Revenge : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

•~•Third Person’s POVDominic drove through the mansion gates and into the circular driveway.The tires crunched softly over the gravel as the car slowed to a stop. He stepped out quickly and walked around to open the door for Melissa.He offered her his hand. “Careful, Ma’am.”“I got it. Don’t worry,” she said, brushing him off gently.She stepped out of the car and breathed in deeply, her gaze lifting to the tall windows and familiar roofline of the house.“It honestly feels so nice to be back home,” she murmured. “And away from all that hospital smell.”She started walking toward the house, and Dominic followed a step behind, his hands stiff at his sides.“Ma’am,” he said cautiously, “I didn’t want to bring this up—especially with your recent health—but…”“You want to talk about Lancaster owning Grant Holdings,” she cut in, her voice quiet, firm.He nodded once. “You’re going to do something about it, right? You can’t just leave Zane in charge as Chairman. Not after everything.”Me

•~•Third Person POVDominic sat in his car, parked right outside the police station. Rain tapped lightly on the windshield, a distant hum behind the voice on the other end of the call.“I don’t feel good about this,” Dominic muttered, eyes fixed on the station doors ahead.“You don’t feel good about what?” his father replied, his tone sharp, dismissive—as always.Dominic exhaled, the kind of breath that came from pressure that had no place to go. “Aziel being framed for a crime Nathaniel committed.”He rubbed his temple, then added, quieter but bitter, “It’s bad enough we kept quiet about Melissa already knowing Irene’s identity after the whole Davian kidnapping mess.”His father didn’t miss a beat. “Yes. But it’s all going according to plan.”Dominic’s hands clenched tighter around the wheel. “Yeah, it is…but that doesn’t make it right. Does it?”A brief pause crackled through the line before his father spoke again, voice low. “You sound like you’ve gotten attached to Aziel… in the s

•~•Solane’s POV The gates slid open and I drove straight in. Tires screeched as I parked. I got out and stormed toward the front door.I didn’t bother knocking, I just threw the doors open and stepped inside.The Grant mansion felt colder than usual. Like it knew I wasn’t here for peace.“Up here,” Melissa’s voice floated down.I looked up sharply.She stood on the landing of the grand staircase, wrapped in a silk robe like this was just another lazy afternoon. A faint smile played on her lips. “I’ll be down in a moment.”And she was. Barely a minute later, she stood in front of me.“Tea, coffee, or wine?” she asked, smooth as ever—like we were just two friends catching up.“None,” I said, my tone flat, my stare colder.“Oh, come on,” she said with a light, mocking lilt. “No need to be so uptight.”“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” I replied coolly. “You had my father set up for money laundering and drug trafficking—through your own ports. Forgive me for thinking you might try slipping s

•~•Solane’s POVThe courtroom was packed. Wood-paneled walls, red velvet seats, and an air of judgment that clung to everything.I slipped into a seat on the right side, not far from the front. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling, so I clasped them tightly in my lap.The judge’s bench sat empty for now, flanked by two flags and a gold-engraved plaque that caught the light every time someone passed by.The jury box was already full. Twelve blank faces…just watching everything.Aziel sat beside his defense lawyer—Attorney Sage Arison. I had barely gotten a few minutes to speak with him before the trial started but he told me she was the best in the state.That she had never lost a case. And I wanted to believe him…I really did, but the doubt wouldn’t leave me alone.Sage was young, barely a year older than me. And while talent mattered, experience did too.So, it was hard to silence the fear constantly crashing into the hope I was trying so hard to hold on to.Melissa entered with Nathanie

•~•Third Person’s POVMelissa sat on a cream-leather couch in the heart of a luxurious penthouse suite, her eyes trailing across the golden accents embedded into the walls, the thick velvet curtains, and the dark mahogany coffee table. Everything about the place screamed wealth, but there was something sterile in the air—something cold.Dominic stood still by her side, silent and alert as ever.The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence. A man in a black suit entered and gave a polite nod. "The boss will be with you shortly."Melissa returned the nod with a faint smile. "Thank you."The man turned and left. Six minutes passed, filled with nothing but the faint hum of an air conditioner.Then, the door opened again, and the shift in atmosphere was instant. It suddenly felt hotter, heavier. Tension slid in with the man who entered next.Luca Herrera.Feared as one of the most ruthless drug lords in the country. Rumor had it he seized power at sixteen—and that he murdered his