บททั้งหมดของ The CEO’s Vengeful Bride: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The night was heavy with the weight of inevitability. I could feel the tension in the air as we stepped into the sleek, glittering hall of the Montrose estate…..a place that had once symbolized power and influence. Now, it felt like a tomb, a dead thing awaiting its final breath. The grand gala, the so-called celebration of the fall of the Montrose empire, was nothing more than a spectacle designed to crush the remnants of our legacy. Damien’s hand was firmly around mine, his grip tight but not comforting. His gaze was fixed forward, his jaw clenched. We had been through hell to get here, but this final confrontation with Viper……it was everything. She had set the stage for a massacre, a complete and utter destruction of everything we’d worked to rebuild. It wasn’t just about business or power. It was personal. I could already see the whispers, the curious stares from the high society crowd, the vultures circling. The air was thick with suspicion and calculated smiles, all pretending

The air was thick with the tension of impending change. Elena and I stood side by side in the heart of Montrose Tower, our world shifting beneath our feet. What had once been a corporate fortress, built from lies and manipulation, was now crumbling. And we were the ones tearing it down. Viper's empire, carefully constructed over years of deception, was unraveling piece by piece. Elena had delivered the Intel….the truth…..and it had been devastating. With each document, and each piece of evidence she provided, the walls of her empire began to collapse. It started with legal action. The lawsuits had come flooding in, one after another, as her closest allies turned on her, now that they saw the truth about her corrupt dealings. Investors pulled out, realizing that her empire was built on the sand of lies, and the stock prices of her companies plummeted. The media, once her loyal ally, had now turned their backs on her as they uncovered the full extent of her betrayal. Every move she had

The walls of Montrose Tower had never felt more suffocating. With every passing moment, it seemed like the weight of the empire we had fought so hard to build and reclaim was pressing down on us. Our victory over Viper had been a hollow one; it hadn’t been a final one. Not until Adrian’s betrayal was dealt with. The once-sure foundation beneath our feet had cracked, and I knew we were walking a dangerous tightrope. Adrian’s treachery was a snake coiled beneath our every step, ready to strike and destroy everything we had worked for. Elena and I stood in the shadow of Montrose’s headquarters, the place that had once been our fortress, now turned into an emotional battlefield. The sleek glass walls reflected the storm brewing within. It wasn’t just the storm outside that shook the building…….it was the storm within. We had been pushed to the brink. Viper’s defeat had only been a temporary reprieve, a momentary illusion of safety. The real battle had always been with Adrian, the one wh

The storm had passed…..but in its wake, the air still crackled with unresolved tension. Viper had been taken away, her empire shattered, and her lies exposed to the world. And yet, as Damien and I stood in the aftermath of it all, I knew in my bones the story wasn’t finished. Not yet. We were sitting in Damien’s private study at Montrose headquarters. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting shadows along the stone walls and over Damien’s face. He hadn't spoken in a while, lost in his thoughts, his jaw tight and his hands curled into fists. The name haunted him.A son - A brother. Viper’s last words echoed in my mind: “I did it all… for him.” Now that “him” had a face. “There’s someone here to see you,” Silas announced, his voice as controlled as ever….but I noticed the flicker in his eyes. Even he was shaken. Damien stood slowly. “Who?” Silas hesitated. “He says his name is Marcus.” The name hit Damien like a blow. I rose with him. “Marcus? As in……” “My brother.” Dam

The world didn’t stop for us…..not when Viper fell, not when the towers bearing our family names trembled under the weight of their sins. But for the first time, Damien and I had stopped chasing shadows. We weren’t reacting to war anymore.We were building something new.Rebirth didn’t happen overnight. It happened in boardrooms, behind locked doors, with late-night negotiations and whispered plans over black coffee and white wine. It happened in the small choices…..the name on a document, the color of a logo, the decision to retire a legacy that once felt invincible.The Montrose-Crest Holdings that once ruled this city was no more.In its place stood something we had built from its ruins….. Eira Holdings. Named for the Norse word for mercy and healing. It was my idea, and Damien had agreed without hesitation.“We’re not just cutting ties with our past,” he’d said, running his fingers through my hair one night. “We’re redefining what power means.”And we were.We refused to take seats