All Chapters of I Got Married For Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 108

•~•Third Person’s POVThe courtroom was silent, heavy with the tension of what was to come. Reporters filled the back rows, pens poised, eyes fixed on the front.The jury sat like carved statues, and the judge, Marcus Ellery adjusted his glasses as he called the court to order for the final hearing of Aziel Grant’s trial.Melissa sat stiffly in the front row, hands knotted in her lap.Beside her, Nathaniel exhaled shakily and shifted in his seat.Her eyes drifted to the defendant’s box. Aziel sat there, hands cuffed, dressed in a plain gray suit. Calm. Composed.A strange pressure pulled tight in her chest.She lifted a hand, massaging the spot, trying to make sense of it. Guilt? Was that what this was?Framing one son for murder to save the other—That wasn’t something a mother should do.No. She couldn’t afford to think like that. She wasn’t the one to blame.This was Aziel’s doing. He chose his path the moment he allied himself with the Lancasters, turning his back on blood.What ch

•~•Third Person’s POVMelissa Grant sat in the sterile holding room of the federal detention center, handcuffed, stripped of everything that once gave her presence its edge.No designer suit, no signature red lipstick, no diamonds winking from her ears. Her hair was pulled into a limp ponytail, the strands frizzed with stress and sleeplessness.But her eyes, hollowed by the past seventy-two hours, still held the steel of someone who refused to believe the walls were closing in.Across from her sat her attorney, James Lennon, a man in his mid-forties, tie loosened, suit wrinkled from what looked like too many hours without rest.His gaze was calm, but the fatigue behind it told its own story.“Ma’am,” he started, voice low but firm, “you need to hear me on this.”“The charges against you—five counts of first-degree murder, embezzlement, drug trafficking, money laundering… and Zane Lancaster’s lawsuit for defamation and false reporting about using Grant Holdings ports to move drugs…”“.

•~•Solane’s POVI pulled into the cemetery, my fingers tightening around the wheel before letting go.The engine went quiet, but the thudding in my chest didn’t.I sat still for a second, watching how the early morning sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the neat rows of tombstones.“Just breathe.”I reminded myself.I reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the flowers I had placed there before leaving the house.White lilies. His favorite flowers.I pushed the door open and stepped out, letting the cool air settle over me.The walk wasn’t long. It never is when you don’t want to get there.And then I was standing in front of him.The headstone hadn’t changed. Nothing had.I knelt slowly, holding the flowers tight against my chest. I stared at the name carved in stone. “It’s been a year already,” I whispered.My throat felt tight. “I still see that day. I dream about it some night.” I swallowed hard, forcing the words out like I was begging the wind to

•~•Solane’s POVThe wedding gown clung to me like it had been poured onto my skin—white, with the softest undertone of ivory.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the tiniest wrinkle near my hip when I heard a knock on the door. I turned.Shoshanna stood at the entrance, head tilted slightly. “Hi.”I blinked. “Hi?”“Can I come in?” she asked, the corners of her lips lifting into a smile that, surprisingly, seemed real.“Sure,” I said softly.She stepped in, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You look beautiful.”“Thank you.”Silence. The kind that stretches just a second too long. I wasn’t sure what this was.My mind reeled. Why is she here?To throw jabs because I was marrying Aziel? Because I was the reason they ended things a year ago?Shoshanna let out a quiet breath. “I’ll be honest with you.”I crossed my arms. “Honest about what?”She let out a short, dry laugh and motioned between us. “From ex-fiancée to almost-wife… You’re one lucky girl, Solane. Especially for someone