Semua Bab The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Bab 111 - Bab 120

The sun was going down, painting the streets in shades of orange and shadow, as Denovon’s black car cut smoothly through the quiet roads. His hands were steady on the steering wheel, but his jaw was tight. He hadn’t wanted to leave Emily’s side. Not after what had happened. But the picture of her trembling, blood on her forehead burned deep in his mind. There were men who thought they could get away with it. Not tonight. A few turns later, he reached a tall apartment building tucked behind high walls. As soon as he approached the gate, it slid open without him needing to say a word. He drove in slowly, the tires crunching softly over the paved ground. Two tall men in black suits stood on guard near the entrance. The moment Denovon stepped out of the car, they straightened. They didn’t speak, didn’t ask questions..they already knew why he was here. Denovon didn’t greet them. He walked past with a calm, commanding stride, as if the place belonged to him. And in a way, he was fam

Emily stood in the middle of the villa’s spacious sitting room, the warm afternoon light pouring in through the wide glass windows, casting golden shadows across the marble floor. A tall woman, elegant in her fitted cream suit, moved gracefully around her, a measuring tape sliding expertly through her hands.The woman’s voice carried a soft accent. Italian, Emily thought immediately. She wasn’t from their city, that was for sure. Her poise, her confident movements, and the way she looked at fabrics...it was obvious she had worked with many high-profile brides before.Emily stood still as the measuring tape brushed against her waist, then her hips. She was trying to focus, but her mind drifted. Since the kidnapping incident five days ago, she hadn’t had a moment to breathe properly. Now it was already a new month, and January...their wedding month was only weeks away. Preparations had begun in full force, and there was so much to be done.Their clothes for the pre-wedding photoshoot, t

Amelia dropped into the chair like her bones had turned to water, letting out a long, heavy sigh.“So tired,” she mumbled, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. Even her breathing sounded worn out.Being a Rowland, she wasn’t used to this kind of work. Not at all. The last few days had been nothing but chaos ...taking orders, selling every ready-made wig in stock, trimming hair for customers from morning till night. Her legs felt like lead, her arms ached, and even her eyes seemed to be protesting. Every part of her body screamed for rest.“I think you should take some days off,” Emily said gently, looking at her Amelia's pale face.“I’ve already told her that,” Val chimed in from across the room. She looked just as drained. She had been helping Amelia in the studio since the big commercial, and the endless stream of customers had left her completely worn out too.“If we keep going like this,” Val added while adjusting her hair in the mirror, “we’ll look older than our real age.

Emily sat quietly on the hard chair inside the interrogation room, her hands resting on her lap but her fingers clenched together tightly. The walls felt cold, the air heavy. She could hear her own heartbeat, steady but tense. She was waiting for them to bring in Mrs. Carter.Denovon was right outside the door. He hadn’t wanted her to come in here alone, but Emily had insisted. This was something she needed to face herself. Still, knowing he was just a few steps away gave her a strange sense of strength.The door opened, and two police officers entered. Between them was Mrs. Carter. Her expression was full of anger the moment her eyes fell on Emily.“What are you here for?” she snapped instantly, her voice sharp with irritation.Emily didn’t reply.“You must be happy,” Mrs. Carter continued bitterly. “That’s why you couldn’t wait to come here and mock me.” Her tone was dripping with hatred.Emily kept her eyes on her, silent.When Mrs. Carter had been brought in earlier, she learned t

“I can’t believe you are a married man,” Leo muttered with disbelief, leaning back on the chair. He shook his head slowly, eyes studying Mason like he was seeing him for the first time. With one hand, he tugged at Mason’s groom tie, pretending to adjust it though he only wanted something to distract his restless heart.“What is there not to believe? Do you think we are still young boys?” Mason answered with a smile that had not left his face since morning. His cheeks ached from smiling, but he didn’t care. Today was his happiest day. He had finally married Val, the love of his life. They had exchanged vows earlier that morning, and now their close family and friends were gathered in the reception hall, celebrating them.“I’m definitely not old,” Leo replied with a scornful chuckle.“You’re thirty years old, man,” Mason shot back with laughter, his hand brushing against the gold wedding band on his finger.“That’s not considered old though,” Leo shrugged, completely unbothered.“You sh