All Chapters of After My Wedding Was Stolen, I Married Ex's Uncle: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Victoria’s POVAt first— I’ll admit it, Tristan’s plan didn’t seem entirely idiotic.Risky, yes. Reckless, absolutely. But there was something there. A thread of opportunity buried beneath the chaos. A way to recover, to rebuild, to claw our way back into relevance.Or at least… that’s what I told myself.Because the alternative?Was unthinkable.That is until I stood in the living room a few days later, scrolling through the news on my phone. My stomach tightened with every headline that flashed across the screen."Scandal in Lancaster Enterprise: VP Pembroke Imprisoned for Attempted Takeover.""Tristan Lancaster Removed Permanently from Board Amid Financial Investigation."My grip tightened around the phone."Fuck," I muttered under my breath.The word had barely left my lips when my phone rang.Of course.I didn’t even need to check the name.I already knew.I took a slow breath before answering."…Hello, Dad.""WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, VICTORIA?!"I pulled the phone slightly awa

Tristan’s POVThe drive to Amelia’s house felt longer than it should have. Every red light dragged. Every turn stretched out.And through it all—My mind wouldn’t shut up.One single pill. That’s all it had taken.One tiny, insignificant-looking pill lying on the floor. One Victoria hadn’t noticed in her frantic attempt to gather the rest.At the time, I hadn’t even fully understood why I picked it up. Just… instinct. Suspicion that had been lingering for far too long.The way she’d panicked when I tried to help. The way her so-called illness only seemed to appear when it benefited her.It hadn’t made sense, but I had ignored it. Because it was easier to believe her. Easier than questioning the foundation of my entire marriage.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel."Idiot," I muttered under my breath.I had taken that pill straight to the lab. Demanded immediate testing. Pulled every favor I still had left.And when the results came back—I hadn’t been prepared."These are inert,

Amelia’s POVI didn’t even remember opening the livestream.One moment, my phone buzzed. Next, I was staring at it in horror."...What the hell is this?" I whispered.The viewer count in the corner kept climbing.1.1M…1.2M…Still rising.My stomach twisted.At first, I thought it had to be staged. Some kind of desperate publicity stunt. Something calculated.But then Tristan spoke. And I knew. This wasn’t controlled. This wasn’t planned.This was real."Oh my god…" I breathed, my eyes glued to the screen.I watched as he confronted her. As he tore into her lies. As everything unraveled in real time.And then—It all went wrong.Victoria lunging forward—The kettle tipping—The water. Boiling. Violent. Unforgiving.It poured over her in a single, horrifying instant.Her scream cut straight through me. High-pitched. Raw. Absolutely real.I gasped, my free hand flying to my mouth. "Oh my god!"The phone shook in my grip as I instinctively stepped back, like distance could somehow separa

Rowan’s POVOne moment, the fire was a contained blaze—manageable, distant.The next—It was everywhere.Flames licked up the walls, devouring the carefully designed interiors, crawling along the ceiling like something alive. Smoke thickened rapidly, turning the air heavy, suffocating."Everyone out!" someone shouted."Move! Move!"Panic erupted instantly. People surged toward the exits, shoving, stumbling, shouting over one another.I tightened my grip on my walking stick, scanning the chaos."Amelia," I muttered.I couldn’t see her.Not through the crowd. Not through the smoke."Amelia!" I called out, louder this time.No response.My chest tightened. Maybe she was already out. She had to be.She was smart. Quick. She wouldn’t stay behind.I forced myself to believe it."She’s out," I muttered under my breath. "She’s already out."But something in my gut twisted.No certainty. No relief. Just… doubt."Sir, you need to move!" someone urged, grabbing my arm.Adrenaline surged through

Amelia’s POVThe Lancaster estate looked exactly the same. Massive. Imposing. Untouchable.The iron gates slid open slowly as my taxi approached, revealing the long driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and fountains that probably cost more than most people’s homes.For a moment, I almost told the driver to turn around.But then I thought about Evangeline’s voice on the phone."Please."I still couldn’t fully process hearing that word from her.The woman rarely even blinked at human emotion, let alone expressed it. Yet somehow, she had sounded genuinely afraid.I stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the enormous mansion looming ahead of me."One last thing before I leave," I murmured to myself.Then I walked to the front door and rang the bell.A few moments later, the door opened.Evangeline stood there in an elegant cream-colored outfit, perfectly composed as always.But not entirely. There was something strained beneath the surface. Something tired."Amelia," she said so