Semua Bab After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Bab 221 - Bab 230

Amelia’s POVThe moment hung in the air like a storm about to break."Zara—" I started, my voice tight with panic.Her gaze snapped between Luca and me, sharp and searching, as if she were trying to piece together something she desperately didn’t want to understand."Tell me I didn’t just see what I think I saw," she said, her voice dangerously calm—too calm.Luca straightened instantly, like a switch had been flipped. That smooth, charming mask slid right back into place, as if the man who had just leaned into me moments ago didn’t exist."Amore," he said softly, stepping toward her, "you’re misunderstanding—""Don’t."The single word cut through him like a blade.Even the low hum of music in the lounge seemed to dim.Liz appeared behind Zara, her eyes wide, glancing between all of us like she’d just walked into a live grenade. "Oh… this just got very real," she muttered under her breath.Zara didn’t look at her. She didn’t look at anyone but Luca."You promised me," she said, her vo

Amelia’s POVI stared at Gabriel, still half in shock that he was even standing in my doorway."Apologize?" I repeated slowly. "For what exactly?"He shifted his weight slightly, one hand still holding the bouquet of tulips like a shield. "For… a few things," he admitted. "After seeing you in the hospital yesterday, I had some realizations."I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms loosely. "That sounds ominous. Go on…"He exhaled, glancing down briefly before meeting my eyes again. "About how things ended between us. About the assumptions I made. About how I handled… everything.""Everything," I echoed, raising an eyebrow. "That’s very specific.""And very deserved," he said with a faint smile. "I wasn’t exactly at my best.""That’s one way of putting it," I muttered.He huffed out a quiet laugh. "Yeah. I walked into that one."There was a brief pause before he continued, more seriously now. "I also haven’t been there for you. Not as a friend. Not as someone who… cares about

Amelia’s POVThe room went still.I could feel every single pair of eyes on me. Judging. Weighing. Waiting.My pulse roared in my ears as the lawyer’s question lingered in the air, sharp and deliberate, like a blade held just inches from my throat.And then—I saw it.Slowly—so slowly it made my stomach turn—Victoria lifted her hand.Her finger traced across her throat. A slicing motion. Subtle, but unmistakable.My breath hitched.That was a threat. Not implied. Promised.A chill ran down my spine, ice-cold and suffocating.For a split second, the courtroom disappeared. And all I could see was that gesture.That smile tugging at the corner of her lips. That look in her eyes that told me she meant every second of it.My fingers tightened against the wooden edge of the stand. The motorbike accident flashed through my mind. My stomach dropped.Could she—No.No… her own sister… that was insane. Or was it?I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe.Focus. You’re under oath.I took a s

Amelia’s POV"You tried to fucking kill her?!" Rowan said, his voice trembling with barely contained fury.Sienna tilted her head, rolling her eyes as if this were all some tedious misunderstanding. "Oh, don’t be dramatic," she said lightly. "I just wanted to scare her."The words hit me like a physical blow.My stomach twisted violently, bile rising in my throat. Scare me? A motorcycle slamming into us at full speed wasn’t fear—it was death. It had nearly been death."You—" Rowan started, his voice rising dangerously, but the intensity sent a sharp jolt through his injured ribs. He sucked in a harsh breath, his hand flying to his side."Rowan—" I stepped forward instinctively, my hand half-reaching toward him."I’m fine," he bit out through gritted teeth, though the strain was obvious. His dark eyes never left Sienna. Not for a second. "Answer me. Did you or did you not hire that driver?"The courtroom felt like it was holding its breath.Sienna’s lips curved slowly into a smile."L

Tristan’s POV"I don’t care what protocol says," I barked into the phone, pacing slowly across the expansive office. "Just authorize the transfer. It’s already been signed off."I stopped in front of the massive glass window overlooking the city, my reflection staring back at me—sharp suit, controlled expression, a man who belonged here.At the top.Finally."You’re overthinking it," I added smoothly. "It’s a restructuring. Internal movement of assets. Perfectly legal."The man on the other end hesitated.I exhaled impatiently. "Listen carefully. By the time anyone questions this, it’ll already be done. So either you process it now… or I find someone who will.""…Understood, sir," he said finally.A slow smile spread across my face."Good," I said quietly. "Do it."I ended the call and lowered the phone, my gaze drifting across the massive office.Standing here, at the very top of Lancaster Enterprises, I could already feel it—the shift. The power. The inevitability of it all.This em