Condemned Wife's Compliance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

The mall stretched upward like a cathedral of glass and marble, polished floors gleaming under chandeliers that glittered as though dusted with stars. Every surface shone, from the golden railings that framed the escalators to the endless rows of display windows reflecting wealth and privilege. Designer boutiques lined either side of the wide atrium, their names glowing in elegant lettering. The air was perfumed faintly with expensive colognes drifting out of fragrance counters, mingling with the warm scent of roasted coffee wafting from the café that overlooked the central fountain.It was the kind of place Adrea used to visit only when Rafael’s family needed her to look presentable at an event. Each memory here was tied to expectation: buying gowns she would wear once to a gala, jewellery she was reminded she had to wear, shoes picked less for comfort than for the image they projected. She hadn’t enjoyed those visits; they were duties, not pleasures. But today—walking alongside Aris—

Belinda had her hand in Rafael’s as they left the boutique, but the ghost of Adrea’s face lingered in her mind. The smile that girl had given her companion—soft, almost trembling at first, then bright like sunlight after rain—had assured her that she was happy where she was. She had moved on. Adrea was irrelevant now. She had left Rafael to Belinda. Belinda had what she wanted. She had won.Yet something about the way Rafael had gone quiet, his gaze stuck on Adrea long after she and Aris had disappeared into the crowd, needled her.Belinda knew what she was supposed to feel: triumph.She was holding his hand, not Adrea. She was the one Rafael sought out now, the one he trusted with his easy smiles, his laughter. Still, a tiny crack of guilt gnawed at her. Adrea had once stood where she stood now. And though Belinda had never cared much for the girl, she couldn’t help but wonder how much of Rafael’s warmth was genuine love for her, and how much of it was simply escape from the mess Fel

Felix did not know what he had expected but it was not the news of Adrea flying out with Aris in the coming days. Aris getting a private jet to fly them both to the European Poker tournament. Not only that. The man had personally given her a walk around the floor of his casino. Some people had taken candid photos and they were floating around social media.He had to give it to Aris. He was harder to shake off than Rafael. The same trickery that had worked on Rafael was not working on him.No worries. He could always try again. This was fate’s way of testing his loyalty to her. Well, he would prove that he deserved her. He just needed to work a little harder.“You are taking your holiday leave now?” the head of HR asked incredulously.Felix leaned his hip at the edge of the woman’s desk and nodded at her with a charming smile.“I feel this is the right time for it, don’t you think?” he asked.“But,” she began and then stopped.Felix never took time off unless it was on specific Holidays

Adrea let her cards drop onto the table, her smirk deepening as she leaned back into the leather seat.“Fold already?” Aris asked, voice edged with disbelief.“I was distracted,” she replied smoothly, her eyes flicking to his lips before she lazily reached for her glass of water.Aris caught the glance, and his grin turned wolfish. “Careful. You’re starting to show your hand.”“Or maybe I’m just letting you think you’ve won,” she murmured, her tone threaded with quiet provocation.For a moment, silence stretched between them, filled only by the hum of the jet. Aris leaned closer, bracing an arm on the table, his voice dropping. “That almost sounds like an invitation.”Adrea arched a brow, refusing to lean away even as her pulse spiked. “You’d be disappointed if it wasn’t.”He chuckled low in his chest, his gaze fixed on her mouth. The tension snapped like a wire stretched too thin. He tilted forward, and she met him halfway, their lips colliding in a kiss that was far too eager to be

“No Tiara,” William hissed into his phone as he walked into the dining room, “I do not care about what you think, she is my sister and if you want to kick her off the guest list you will have to cancel the whole thing and forget I exist.”He was already regretting answering the phone. He looked around and found an empty table and tried to keep the scowl off his face.“Yes, I meant every word of that,” he hissed after his fiancée was done squawking her indignation in his ear.“You are right,” he said into the line once more, “I do not care. She is my sister and my family will always come first. Take your time to decide where you stand and then make your choice. You are not tethered to me and I will not stand by as you make my sister cry.”He hung up the call and let out an irritated yet tired breath. Tiara was high maintenance but he had never considered that she could be this self-absorbed. How could she even consider kicking his sister—his baby sister—out of the wedding because she r