Semua Bab Captured By The Powerful Mr. Moore: His Forbidden Claim : Bab 41 - Bab 50

In the warmth of the quiet kitchen, Aurora moved carefully, checking the oven with a soft smile as the faint aroma of vanilla and peaches filled the air. With the chef’s guidance and Edith’s encouragement, she had managed to make a small, heartfelt birthday cake for Grayson—nothing extravagant, just something personal. Something she hoped would touch even a small part of him.The long dining table had been modestly decorated under her direction. A few soft candles flickered, radiating a softer ambience over the space, and the dishes she had carefully prepared were arranged neatly. She had even chosen to wear a simple, light pink-colored dress—soft and feminine. It wasn’t to impress, but to offer something sincere.Grayson didn’t know about any of this. He had never mentioned his birthday at all. And according to Edith, he hadn’t celebrated it since his parents died. But something in her heart simply wanted to do this.However, the clock on the wall ticked past 6 p.m.Then 7.Then 8.A

Natalie paced all over her bedroom with anxiousness. The clock on the wall struck eight, but the silence in her penthouse was deafening.It was Grayson’s birthday. But he was gone—and nowhere to be found. He hadn’t left a single call. Not even a message.She had driven to his private villa earlier in the day, only to be met by Louis, the ever-loyal butler, who informed her that Grayson had left on a business trip for a month. There was no further explanation. Not even a note Grayson left behind for her.Her jaw tightened at the thought.Grayson Moore was many things—private, unpredictable, emotionally distant. But this? Disappearing on his birthday without informing her? It wasn’t just out of character. It was an indirect humiliation on her. She was his fiancée, to begin with!Natalie had tried to stay calm. She’d even called Steven, his assistant, hoping to get something—or anything—from someone who wasn’t paid to give her empty smiles a

A subtle vibration stirred in Grayson’s palm, dragging him from the depths of his thoughts.He glanced at the screen. Steven. Again.He promptly accepted the call and brought the phone to his ear, his voice low and composed. “Yes?”“Sir,” Steven spoke with his usual calm, respectful tone. “I just gathered some information... One of the servants at the old estate reported seeing Ms. Natalie last night. She was there. Briefly.”Grayson’s back straightened slightly. His expression remained unchanged, but a shift had occurred—an internal tightening, like a wire pulled taut.“She encountered Hunter in the hallway,” Steven continued. “The staff didn’t hear everything, but... it’s very likely he’s the one who told her about you in Sunnydale.”For a beat, silence hung in the air. Then, a single word slipped from his mouth—cold and clipped.“I see.”Steven paused, then added carefully, “Should I handle it, sir?”Grayson didn’t answer immediately. His gaze shifted to the figure lying on the bed

Moments after arriving at the estate, Natalie stood by the full-length mirror, slowly removing her earrings—her fingers steady despite the storm quietly brewing behind her perfectly curated calm. Her keen eyes surveyed the room. She had already settled into the space Grayson had chosen for her—spacious, elegant, and decorated in cool, impersonal tones that made it impossible to tell if anyone had ever truly lived there.Grayson was just about to leave the room when she spoke—deliberately casual, as though the thought had only just occurred to her.“She’s very beautiful… that girl.”Grayson didn’t turn around immediately, but his expression stiffened. For a moment, there was nothing heard in the room, only pin-drop silence. Then, with his hand on the door, he finally responded.“What’s that supposed to mean?” His deep voice resonated in the bedroom.Natalie didn’t retort right away. Instead, she walked up to him and took his hand, grinning playfully.“You don’t need to get angry… I was

Aurora lingered in the kitchen for quite a while, trying to ease the heaviness pressing on her chest. When she finally calmed herself, she took a deep breath and steadied her shaky breaths. Then, slowly, she stepped out of the kitchen.The large living room was dimly lit, bathed only in the warm orange glow of the wall lamps. As she was about to climb the stairs, a large hand suddenly grasped her wrist. The shock jolted her—fear spiked through her chest—but the familiar scent that followed calmed her nerves.She didn’t turn to look. She already knew who it was.Grayson said nothing as he led her to a quiet corner, his grip firm, unyielding. She followed him silently, not resisting. Only when they stopped did he release her. The silence between them was thick, almost suffocating. His eyes bore into her—sharp, burning."Why didn’t you come down for dinner?" he asked, voice low and tight, as if he were holding something back—anger, maybe... or something more.Aurora lowered her head, una