บททั้งหมดของ Condemned Wife's Compliance: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

The cards had been dealt, and the table was silent except for the faint hum of the audience beyond the cameras. Adrea could feel the tension pressing against her skin. Her fingers toyed with her chips. Her eyes were locked on the pot even as she considered her pocket cards. A pair of Aces. The strongest starting hand. Her pulse quickened, but she forced her face into composure. This was not the time to get carried away.Sanne and the rest of the table had already folded early, leaving the tension squarely between Adrea and Moreau. The man’s expression was, as always, unreadable. That cool, faintly disinterested mask of his made her itch.The dealer laid out the flop: Ten of Diamonds, Seven of Clubs, and Four of Spades.Not terrible. Her Aces were still sitting strong. She met Moreau’s gaze across the table. Nothing. Just that faint arch of his brow as though this were all routine.The next card turned: a four of hearts.Adrea narrowed her eyes. Three of a kind was possible now, but unl

She looked radiant. His eyes took in everything about her. She was wearing a lilac dress that brought out the colour of her eyes. Those eyes shone with easy confidence and joy. How long had it been since he had seen her like that in the flesh? How had he not realised when that faded? It felt like every time he saw her. He was realising the good that had been sucked out of her and he had failed to notice. It felt like every time he laid his eyes on her, he questioned everything about their marriage.He had thought he had been providing for her… Why did he feel like he was the one who had been wrong in the marriage when she had been the one to step out? Even now, he felt like it was his fault she had gotten close with Felix. He should have tried harder to explain to her that his brother was not a grand influence. He should have done more to keep his brother away from his wife. But it was too late.He had just got the message from his lawyer that the divorce hearing date was set. Adrea wo

The storm had passed as suddenly as it had come. The boat, moments ago a wild beast beneath them, settled into a restless but calmer rhythm. Rain still trickled down the portholes in thin silver streams, and thunder rolled away into the distance like a defeated army retreating across the horizon. The air was damp, carrying the tang of salt and ozone, the scent of a sea that had momentarily shown its might.Sofia still clung to Adrea like a frightened child. Her fingers were curled tightly into the fabric of Adrea’s top, her knuckles pale, her breaths coming quick and uneven. She buried her face against Adrea’s shoulder as though she could hide from the ocean itself if she pressed hard enough. Adrea stroked her back in slow, calming circles, murmuring reassurances that she herself had once been given during her first storms at sea.“It’s over,” Adrea whispered softly, tilting her head so her lips almost brushed against Sofia’s temple. “The worst has passed. You’re safe.”Aris, who had

The room was humming with tension. Chips clattered, cards snapped against the felt, and the air carried the sharp tang of nerves mixed with ambition. By now, the poker tournament had whittled down to just ten tables.Adrea leaned back in her chair, her eyes hooded, her fingers drumming lightly against her remaining stack of chips. She was in a comfortable position, steady yet dangerous. She could afford to bide her time.The dealer slid out the flop: two eights and a king.Across the table, one of the more aggressive players, a man in a sharp navy blazer who had already made a name for himself with wild plays, pushed forward a large stack of chips. His expression was carefully neutral, but Adrea caught the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. He wanted her to believe he had the king.Adrea glanced down at her hand again, though she didn’t need to. Twin eights nestled in her palm, warm with possibility. Four of a kind.Her lips curved.The woman to her left folded immediately. An

The lobby was quiet when Sofia crossed it, her heels clicking faintly against the marble. Most of the guests had either gone out for late dinners or were tucked away in their rooms, leaving the echo of the fountain in the centre to dominate the space. She pressed the elevator button and folded her arms, still faintly amused by the sight of Aris and Adrea disappearing hand in hand toward the beach.Amused, but also something else.She wasn’t blind. She had seen the way her brother looked at Adrea, how much weight he carried in his eyes when he thought no one was watching. It wasn’t a casual fling, no matter how much he teased and flirted. Sofia had wondered—worried, even—what it would mean for both of them if they ever got caught and it became another tabloid bid. But she supposed that was Aris’s problem to handle, not hers.The elevator dinged. She stepped inside, leaned against the mirrored wall, and pressed the button for her floor. The doors were just about to slide shut when a hand