บททั้งหมดของ I Got Married For Revenge : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

•~•Solane’s POVThe house was quiet.I hadn’t been back to the Grant mansion in two weeks, but even in its usual cold stillness, the silence that greeted me now felt different—emptier.My heels clicked softly against the marble floor as I stepped inside.I let my eyes sweep across the grand hallway, half-expecting to hear something… maybe a voice, or a staff member peeking down from the stairs.But nothing.Not a single soul.I sighed.My phone had gone missing the day I left, but even so... by the second day in the evening, Melissa had managed to reach me through my parents—just to check if I was with them and doing okay.But not Nathaniel—or rather, Aziel.That was his real name. I should probably start getting used to calling him that… though maybe not to his face just yet.I bit down on the inside of my cheek. He hadn’t even tried to act like he cared about where I’d gone these past two weeks.Not a single call to my parents. Nothing.I let out a breath. Why was I even thinking ab

•~•Nathaniel’s POVFlashes.They came like strobe lights—rapid, relentless, almost blinding.Cameras clicked. Microphones crowded the podium like hungry mouths, desperate to devour my next word.The air was heavy with anticipation—like the whole country was holding its breath, waiting.And standing here again… It felt strangely nostalgic.The media. The lights. The attention.This used to be my world—until it was stolen from me.Until I was left to rot in a hospital bed for five damn years.But now?Now I’m back.And I’m going to take everything from him.———Flashback...———“What?!” Solane’s voice cut through the quiet hallway like a whip crack.I stood still. I’d expected that reaction.“I know it sounds insane—asking you to divorce my brother and marry me—but I promise, you won’t regret it.”She stepped back, eyes wide with irritation. “I’m already regretting staying long enough to hear this…”“Because the way you’re talking…I’m starting to wonder if marijuana is part of your pres

•~•Aziel’s POVDominic parked the car in front of The Whitestone Mediation Center, a quiet, glass-fronted building nestled between an upscale art gallery and a law office.It was the kind of place where people came to resolve their disputes, finalize business, or make decisions that required the formality of lawyers, all done quietly and officially.I stared at the tinted windows for a moment, my reflection blurred and colorless in the glass.As compensation—for letting my brother pin the entire blame on me for impersonating him in front of the press—Dearest Mother had Dominic drive me around.For protection—she said. Because of all the noise online, the threats, the backlash. But I knew better.It wasn’t compensation. It was like a bride cloaked in concern. Her way of keeping me in check—so I wouldn’t lash out like her golden boy Nathaniel and spill the real truth.I scoffed under my breath.“Are you okay?” Dominic’s voice broke the silence.I arched a brow.“You’re about to finalize

•~•Aziel’s POVI sat in the third booth at one of the many restaurants owned by the Bates family, absently staring at the napkin folded neatly on the table.When I finally looked up, Shoshana was watching me. Arms crossed. Eyes narrowed. Suspicion flickered there, but something else softened it—concern, maybe?“You were in a fight,” she said. It wasn’t a question. More like a fact she was waiting for me to confirm.Without thinking, my hand drifted to my cheek, still sore from the punch I hadn’t been fast enough to dodge from Dominic.“I fell down the stairs,” I said, the lie slipping out too smoothly, too quickly.The excuse sounded weak—even to me. And from the look in Shoshana’s eyes, she wasn’t buying a word of it.She leaned in slightly. “And the bruises on your knuckles… those from the fall too?”I had nothing. Every possible answer felt like an even worse lie, more pathetic than the last. So I leaned into the only option I had—diversion.“Did you call me here to inspect my body

•~•Solane’s POVThe soft hum of the restaurant’s ambient music was almost lost in the overwhelming rush of thoughts that crowded my mind. The soft glow of candlelight flickered over the table, casting warm shadows on the perfectly set dishes.Outside, the sky was littered with stars. You don’t get views like that in the city.Yet, despite the calm that surrounded me, my mind and heart were at war with each other.Every time I tried to focus on Nathaniel, my thoughts would slip back to Aziel’s voice—sharp, unyielding, and full of bitterness.He had wished me well, told me to go ahead and enjoy my life with Nathaniel, and I wanted so badly to agree with him. He married me for his mother. For the business deal she wanted with my family. I married him for revenge.That’s all it was supposed to be. But no matter how many times I told myself that, something in my chest still felt... wrong.I glanced down at the food in front of me, untouched. I hadn’t even taken a bite yet. The tightness