บททั้งหมดของ Condemned Wife's Compliance: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Belinda walked into the Nikolaidis home with the same amount of apprehension as she had when she had first walked in. She did not come from a poor family. Her father, his father, and those before them made a long list of doctors. Her family never had to suffer. They had the best of everything… or so she had thought until she had come to this country. The Nikolaidis family had shown her what real wealth looked like. They did not just have the respect of the people, but they had the funds to back that up.Sure, they worked hard to get what they wanted, but Belinda’s family had worked harder and longer and never gotten where the Nikolaidis Family was. She looked around at the tall walls and ceilings. Everything screamed wealth. Corners impossible to reach were impossibly pristine, with servants making sure everything ran smoothly.Irene turned around and smiled at the younger woman. Yes. The expression on her face was what she had been aiming for when she had put her home together.“I am

Aris knew about the dress drama from earlier that day. He decided not to get into it. Adrea knew how to take care of herself, and he would not step in until he thought she was incapable of handling what came her way. However, this did not mean that he would step aside and watch others attack her. He would keep close and be there, at her disposal, should she need him.He watched her as she walked into the apartment with her purchases. She glanced up at him, flushed, but did not falter in her steps even as something flickered in her eyes.“How was your trip?” he asked her, crossing his leg and stretching his arms into a T across the headrest of the couch so that his chest puffed out and the muscles in his shoulders and biceps were defined.‘Is he doing it on purpose?’ she asked herself.He most likely was. It would be just like him to find a way to get under her skin and make an incurable itch. Well, she was not going to show discomfort. She wasn’t brave enough now, but she had half a mi

Rafael walked into his family home and the butler greeted him at the door. He shooed away the man as he made his way to the living room.He could hear his mother talking and she was furious. His eyes rolled upwards as he sent a prayer to the heavens. He needed divine help. She was already upset… He considered turning around and leaving, but as he took that one step back…“Rafe?” Belinda’s voice halted him.She was coming in from the staircase.He was aware of his mother’s voice halting.“Is Rafael here?!” she asked.There was no exit here.“Sounds like it,” Rafael heard the relief in his father’s voice.A part of him wanted to feel sorry for the man, but another part of him resented that he was feeding him to the barracuda he married so that he could momentarily be free of her relentless ranting.He saw Belinda mouth, “I’m sorry,” even as he let out a tired sigh and turned back towards the living room. He kept his face carefully blank and shoulders straight as he walked into the living

The world would see the charity gala when it began. They would not know what had happened before it began. No one would think of the sadness it held. The people that had died to make it happen. Adrea’s family would know, though. This day was especially tough for her. She walked on the soft grass lawn as she headed to where she was sure her family would meet her later. The bodyguards Aris had given her were a respectful distance away. There was no one who would hurt her here. There were people here, and all of them were focused on mourning the bodies six feet beneath the dirt.She stopped in front of a headstone and knelt down. She laid the flowers on top of the marble and then looked at the name written on it. She traced the name inscribed. She had never seen this man in her entire life, but she had grown up hearing about him. Her grandfather. The man who had been born with more wealth than he could spend, and he had taken that as a challenge. One that he had met. He had drained every

Most of the guests were already in when Adrea walked into the grand ballroom with her family. Her heels clicked softly against the polished marble floors as murmurs swept through the crowd. She could feel their eyes deviating to her as she moved gracefully through the space, her grandmother on one side, her uncles, aunts, and Gabriella in a loose formation around them.The lights overhead glittered against the chandeliers, casting elegant shadows over the tables covered in ivory cloth and soft gold accents. She took in the glamour, the polished charitable nobility that occupied the room.Adrea lifted her chin and nodded at the familiar faces — politicians, business magnates, celebrities whose names had become as constant as headlines. She acknowledged with the careful courtesy expected of her. She was her father’s daughter, after all, and tonight was as much about his and his father’s legacy as it was about the future.Then her eyes moved across the room and landed on Rafael and his pa