Todos os capítulos de Condemned Wife's Compliance: Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

The Galanis household was quiet and still. For days it had felt like everyone was on edge, like they were waiting for the axe to drop. So, when there were visitors driving up to their house, they were very alert.Two men got out of their car and walked up to the door where the housekeeper greeted them. They introduced themselves as Detectives Collins and Harris.They were polite. As they accepted being moved to the living room and asked to wait for the man they were after, Gianis Gallanis, to come and meet with them.Gianis Galanis had been in the second sitting room with his wife and fully aware he had guests before the housekeeper came to him. He nodded at her before dismissing her. He knew who they were. Had been half expecting them and hoping that they did not show up. News of Felix being arrested earlier in the day was the buzz of the day.Another knock followed.Gianis scowled wondering who it was this time. The door opened. Whoever was on the other side had no intention of watin

Rafael had known she would come.That was the thing about his mother. She never allowed wounds to fester quietly. She arrived at them, loud and demanding that things be the way she wants them.So, when there was a knock on his door just after nine, sharp and insistent, Rafael was not too surprised.He had been sitting in the living room with the lights low, a glass of untouched water on the table in front of him, his jacket draped over the back of a chair. His phone lay face down beside it. Silent. It had been silent all evening, not because Irene had not called, but because he had made the deliberate choice not to answer.He rose slowly, as if answering the door were an obligation rather than a reaction, and crossed the room. Through the peephole, he saw exactly who he expected to see.Irene stood rigid on the doorstep, coat immaculate, hair perfect, fury barely contained beneath her carefully composed exterior. Her lips were pressed together in a thin, bloodless line. One manicured h

It had rained earlier that day. The ground still held onto its dampness, the asphalt dark and slick beneath the muted afternoon light. The parking lot behind Adrea’s company building was unusually quiet for the time of day. Most of the senior staff had already left for off-site meetings, and the lower levels were still buried in deadlines upstairs.Adrea welcomed the quiet.She exited through the glass doors at the side of the building, jacket draped neatly over one arm, laptop bag secure on her shoulder. Her heels clicked in a steady, purposeful rhythm as she walked toward her car. Her head was bend downward and eyes on the ground in an attempt to avoid the puddles.She was not quite what but something in the air changed. She stopped mid-step and Hunter moved before she consciously registered why.His hand came out, palm open, cutting gently but firmly across her path. Not touching her, not restraining her, just there. A barrier. His posture shifted, shoulders squaring, his attention

The car slowed in front of the Zervas estate, the soft glow of garden lights illuminating a pristine driveway, Adrea felt a familiar flutter of anticipation. She had met Aris’ family before, casually, but it did not ease the nerves now. She straightened her jacket, brushing off an imaginary wrinkle, before stepping out of the car with Aris. The cool moist air hit her and she fought the urge to shiver. She did, however, shrink into her coat in pursuit of warmth.The moment she stepped into the foyer, she was greeted by the rich scent of cedarwood mingled with faint spices from the kitchen. Copper-toned hair framed a familiar face with sharp green eyes that were equal parts warmth and mischief. Anna Zervas stood in the foyer with a smile that resembled that her son liked to wear.“Aris!” Anna’s hands flew to her hips as soon as her sun shut the door behind himself and his girl, “Why have you been hiding this fair lady from me after you introduced us?”Aris groaned, shoulders slumping jus

Irene walked away from the room as though the ground beneath her feet were unsteady.Her heels clicked against the marble floors, but the sound felt distant, as if she were underwater, or drifting far from her own body. She did not look back at Felix. She did not look back at Rafael. She did not look back at Alexandros.She just put one foot in front of the other and walked away.Her steps were measured, but her mind was anything but.Felix assaulted Adrea.The words replayed in her head, over and over, like a record that refused to stop spinning.She had been so sure he was innocent. Sure enough that she had defended him. She had insisted he would never. She had laughed at the accusation, had dismissed it as Rafael’s gullibility, Adrea’s manipulation… She was not completely discounting the later.But the look on Felix’s face as he had not denied what he had done. It put something cold in her chest. She wrapped her arms around herself.A part of her wanted to believe that Adrea had se