The CEO’s Vengeful Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

The office felt colder than usual. Damien stood by the window, his arms crossed as he stared at the skyline. The morning sun reflected off the Crest Tower’s glass walls, casting jagged shadows across the floor. But nothing about today felt predictable. The woman who confronted Elena yesterday claiming to be the true Montrose heir had dropped more than just a bombshell. She’d detonated something deeper…..Older. Something that now threatened to rip open everything they had built. Elena hadn’t spoken since they returned. Now, curled up on the couch in Damien’s private office, she was still in the same black coat she’d worn the night before. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair tousled, and her knuckles white from gripping the edge of the throw pillow. “I don’t understand,” she whispered for the third time, voice thin. “She looked like me, Damien. Not just similar. She moved like me. She even had our mother’s locket. How is that possible?” Damien remained silent. He had already ordered a p

Elena The air in the Crest penthouse was thick with silence. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that follows shock, dangerous and humming with the weight of truth not yet spoken. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the city blink like it didn’t just fall apart. Like my name wasn’t on the edge of ruin. Like I didn’t just discover I might not be the only Montrose daughter. DNA testing. It sounded clinical, detached. But the moment the samples were couriered off in a secure package with no traceable trail, it became real. Damien had made the arrangements through a private firm used only by those with more to lose than the truth itself.“Under the radar,” he’d said. “No labs tied to Crest. No chance of tampering.”Now, the waiting was agony. I clutched the journal in my hand…..my mother’s. One of many I’d inherited and barely touched. The leather was cracked at the corners, the ink faded in parts. I'd never thought to dissect it. Never thought her soft words hid violence an

Elena, I used to believe the world could end with a bang. Explosions. Betrayal. Fire. But I was wrong. Sometimes, the world ends with “doubt”. And it spreads faster than any flame. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The media didn’t wait. By dawn, Montrose Bloodline Scandal was a trending topic across every platform. Every photo of me and Damien was recast under a new, ruthless lens—"The Heiress and Her Empire: Built on a Lie?" They dissected everything. My childhood. My education. My leadership at Crest. The number of shares I controlled. Even the way I smiled at charity galas. All of it was weaponized. I sat alone in the PR war room, a dozen screens playing a dozen broadcasts, each one more brutal than the last. “Anonymous sources claim Elena Montrose’s entire identity may be based on falsified inheritance...”“If her sister wins in court, we could see the biggest corporate reallocation in a decade...”

The silence in the Crest estate was no longer comfortable….it was oppressive. Elena stood in the marble hallway outside the east wing, staring at the antique double doors that now separated her from Damien. Her fingers trembled around the keycard as she slid it into the panel. A soft beep echoed. This part of the estate had once belonged to Damien's grandparents. It had been empty for years, preserved more out of respect than function. And now, it would be hers. "Ma'am, your belongings have been moved as requested," one of the staff said politely behind her. Elena nodded without looking back. "Thank you." The doors opened, revealing a suite of rooms colder than she remembered. It didn’t matter. At least here, she could breathe without feeling like she was drowning in judgment. Her relationship with Damien had splintered over weeks of pressure, betrayal, and mistrust. After the leaked photo of Sierra dining with Adrian and Maverick, Elena had expected an all-out war from their enem

The morning headlines hit harder than any boardroom ambush.“Montrose International: The Dawn of Ethical Surveillance.”“Sierra Montrose Vows a New Corporate Legacy.”“Crest Technologies on Edge as Sister Rivalry Spills Into Market.”Elena stood frozen in the Crest strategy room, surrounded by plasma screens glowing with Sierra’s smug face. Her sister wore her signature ivory blazer, the one she'd inherited from their mother. A symbolic stab, Elena realized. Everything Sierra did now was curated for attack…measured, polished, personal.And devastating.Sierra’s press statement played again, this time louder."Today, we launch Montrose International with a promise: no more secrets, no more corruption, no more shadows behind corporate walls. We are not just building systems. We are rebuilding trust. Crest Technologies has long operated with impunity. That ends now. A new era begins - transparent, inclusive, and unapologetically clean."Elena’s jaw tightened. “She just declared war.”Isab