Marriage of Deceit のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Rylan POVRed continues with a huge smile on her face. “My son is the new Director, and it was signed by Lucian Blackwood to bring my son in. My son signed this contract with a Chinese company for a whooping 3 billion.” Then the doors burst open again. A familiar silhouette stepped inside. And the room froze. Not only the room but also me, I had no idea what was happening.The room was already drowning in tension. At first, no one spoke. No one even breathed.The man that walked in, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a sharp black suit that screamed Blackwood authority. His steps were measured, confident, like he knew exactly where he belonged. The resemblance hit me like a fist to the chest.My heart skipped.The board members murmured in shock. Chairs scraped. Someone whispered, "Wasn't he Rylan's PA? How did he become Red's son? What is going on?”I stood abruptly. “Red,” I said, my voice rough, unfamiliar even to myself. “What are you saying?”As I spoke for the time to the boar

Silver raised the knife slowly.Aurora was still chained to the bed, wrists cuffed, her head lolling to the side, lashes fluttering as the struggle to pull her hands off the cuffs. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. She had no strength to fight, not yet.Silver’s hands trembled, but her eyes were steady. Cold and Burning with something far older than anger.“You see this knife. I kept it for you all this time. I bought it at an auction in London. Specifically for slitting your throat.”The blade glinted as she lifted it closer to her neck.Then….“STOP!”The door burst open, Dylan stormed in.Before Silver could react, he kicked her hard.The knife flew from her hand, skidding across the concrete floor with a sharp metallic screech.Silver spun around. “Why are you here? What are you doing?!” she screamed.Dylan didn’t answer.He crossed the room in two strides and grabbed her by the neck, slamming her against the wall. His fingers tightened mercilessly as he lifted her off the grou

NICKY POVI slammed my palm on the desk.“Are you out of your mind?” I snapped. “You brought them back into the company like nothing happened? Dad, I chased them and I have reasons. Why can't you listen?”My father, Alberto, stood by the window, his back to me, hands clasped behind him like a man who believed silence could still control a storm.Fiona sat comfortably on the sofa.Laden stood beside her.And Orla-Orla was crying. She was always crying like the clueless Victim.“She slapped me,” Orla sobbed, pressing her hand to her cheek. “Onika slapped me without fear… without even thinking of you, Uncle.”I turned sharply. “Don’t call me that, who are you to call me by my name?” I said coldly. “And don’t lie. You did bad…”Alberto finally turned. His eyes were tired, heavy with memories he refused to release.“Onika,” he said, using my real name the way he always did when he wanted authority. “You should try to be kind to Orla. Please Onika..”I laughed bitterly. “Kind? After everyth

AURORA POV He spoke, his voice calm yet commanding, filling the room with authority. “I, Rylan Blackwood, stand in full support of my wife, Aurora Grey, as the President of Grey Group. When I thought the heavens were never in support of me. They sent my Angel for me. How can such a perfect man be mine? I was still standing in the middle of the boardroom, my pulse loud in my ears, my hands clenched tight at my sides -trying not to let anyone see how close I was to breaking down in tears seeing him. His strong arms wrapped around me.I gasped as his familiar warmth pulled me in, solid and real, making me overcome the loneliness. “Hey…” his voice murmured near my ear. “I’m sorry I’m late.” Rylan! I whispered. I buried my face in his chest without thinking. The scent of him was clean, and familiar that it hit me so hard my eyes burned. “I’m proud of you,” he said softly, one hand patting my back, slow and reassuring. “You stood up for yourself.” My heart swelled so painfully I

RyLan POVI knocked once but slowly.There was no answer.I knocked again, softer this time, my knuckles hovering against the door longer than necessary, as if I was afraid of what waited on the other side.Still no response from her.A nurse stepped out from the neighboring ward, her expression cautious when she recognized me. “You can go in,” she said gently. “She is awake. She requested for you.”I nodded, my throat tight, and I heaved a sigh of relief before I pushed the door open.The room was quiet as it should be. Raine lay on the hospital bed, but “lay” wasn’t the right word. She looked… folded in on herself. Smaller and Frail which was not like her. She wasn't like the woman who once ruled rooms with her presence but she had been reduced to a shadow wearing her skin.Her hair was uncombed. Her eyes were hollow.For a split second, I felt something twist in my chest. I was terribly hurt seeing her like that. I knew her misfortune started from my family. It was all my fault s