All Chapters of I Got Married For Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

•~•Third Person’s POV The sun bathed Celeste Lancaster’s garden in a golden glow.The air was thick with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and well-trimmed hedges carved perfect pathways, guiding the eye to distant fountains and statues that radiated opulence.It felt like stepping into a paradise, and Melissa couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place, overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of it all.As they walked side by side, Celeste moved with the effortless grace of someone entirely at ease in her surroundings.Meanwhile, Melissa’s gaze flitted nervously from one perfectly arranged plant to the sweeping vistas of the estate, her discomfort growing with each step, though she masked it with forced small talk.They stopped by a koi pond, the calm water mirroring the bright sky above.Melissa’s eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sheer number of koi swimming beneath the surface.“Wow,” she breathed, her voice tinged with awe. “There are so many! You must have been

•~•Solane POVI hadn’t been able to sleep. Not since the call.Even now, a full day later, no matter how hard I tried, the memory of that voice—cold, mechanical, and disturbingly calm—stuck in my head like a splinter I couldn't dig out.I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, my mind racing with questions I couldn’t silence.———I had just stepped out of the bathroom, towel snug around me, damp hair clinging to my shoulders, when my phone rang.It was lying on the bed, screen glowing with an unfamiliar number.Still drying my hair, I picked it up. "Hello?"A mechanical voice answered, distorted like it’d been run through some kind of voice changer."Hello… It's nice to finally speak with you."My frown deepened, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. "Who is this?""Who I am doesn't really matter," the voice replied smoothly, a calmness that only made me more uneasy.I gripped the phone tighter. "Is this some kind of prank? How did you get my number?"There was a long pause

•~•Solane’s POVI sat curled into the corner of the living room couch, the remote resting loosely in my hand as the television filled the silence.A female news anchor in a crisp red suit sat behind the broadcast desk, her voice calm but enthusiastic.“In a move that might have raised some eyebrows but wasn’t entirely unexpected, Grant Holdings has named Nathaniel Grant as its new CEO…”“…The twenty-seven-year-old—who recently married Solane Blackwood, niece of business mogul Zane Lancaster—steps into full leadership of the company he’s represented as its public face for the past seven years.”I leaned forward, eyes narrowing as the screen flickered with footage of Nathaniel at various press events—his wheelchair rolling through the crowd, his composure steady, his faint smile for the cameras.The anchor continued, her voice steady. “The announcement has sparked widespread attention, especially following the revelation of the attack Mr. Grant suffered a few months ago, which left him

•~•Solane’s POVI jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my chest rising and falling as I sucked in air like I had been drowning.My heart thudded violently as my eyes flew to my side. Nathaniel was still there, though asleep now, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.I sat up quickly, scanning the room. Melissa wasn’t here.A breath rushed out of me. Just a dream.It was just a dream, I repeated in my head like it was some sort of reassurance.I placed a hand over my racing heart, trying to calm the pounding. There’s no way Melissa knows. She couldn’t have figured it out… not yet.I slipped out of bed, my feet sinking into the plush carpet, and moved toward the standing garment rack beside the walk-in closet.I grabbed the soft, velvet robe hanging on it and quickly wrapped it around myself.Afterward, I went back to pick up my phone from the nightstand, its screen lighting up my palm, and then slipped quietly out of the room.The hallway was dim, silent—everyone else was asleep.

•~•Third Person POVMelissa didn’t wait.The car hadn’t even come to a complete stop before she flung the door open, ignoring the driver’s startled shout behind her.Her heels struck the pavement in quick, urgent clicks as she stormed toward the hospital entrance, her designer coat whipping around her ankles, heart thudding against her ribs.She had no time for formalities. Not today.Just as she walked through the automatic sliding doors, a familiar figure stepped into view—Dr. Alfred, a man in his mid-fifties with a neatly trimmed beard and the calm presence she’d grown used to over the years.“Mrs. Grant,” he said, falling into step beside her. “I didn’t expect you so soon.”“My team’s running a full assessment—brain activity, muscle coordination, vitals…”“...We’re keeping stimulation low—minimizing noise and light, to give his mind space to orient itself—”But Melissa wasn’t really listening. His words blurred into background static.All she could think about was getting to the w