All Chapters of The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

lLeo walked into his family mansion with a heavy heart. It wasn’t because he was nervous, but because he already knew what awaited him.He hadn’t seen his parents for a while. For weeks, he had been deliberately avoiding them, running away from their endless nagging about him settling down. Ever since they heard that Denovon had gotten married and to make it worse, Mason too...they had not let him rest for a single day.“Cunning bastard,” Leo cursed Mason silently in his head. In their group, Mason was the least serious one, the one who lived life recklessly without care. Who would have ever thought that he would end up getting married, and in the space of just two months after meeting Val? Life really had a way of shocking everyone.“The Blake’s runaway son is back,” a mocking voice greeted him as soon as he stepped further inside.Leo turned his head and saw his mother standing in the living room, her expression hard, her lips pressed in a scornful line.He chuckled at her words, e

Emily stormed out of Carter Industry, her heels striking hard against the floor as if each step could crush the anger burning inside her. The file trembled in her grip, her fingers clutching it so tightly that the edges had crumpled.The more she thought about the figures written inside, the more her chest burned. Her father had been reckless and now it was her burden to carry.When she reached her car, she almost threw the file onto the passenger seat. Sliding behind the wheel, she pressed her forehead against the steering wheel and shut her eyes for a long moment. Her lips quivered, her shoulders shook slightly.Why did everything have to fall on her?With a sharp inhale, she forced her tears back, refusing to let them fall. Then she started the car and drove off not home, not to the hospital where her father lay, but to Rowland Corporation.She wanted to go home, to wait quietly for the photographer who had promised to send the pre-wedding photos today. That was supposed to be her

Chapter 133Two days before the wedding.Emily stood in front of her wedding gown, looking at it in awe. The wedding gown was displayed on the mannequin like a treasure. It was pure white, shining softly under the boutique lights. The fitted top was decorated with tiny silver designs that sparkled every time the light touched them. The gown flowed down in soft layers of fine fabric, falling gently to the ground with a long train stretching behind it. Beside it hung a lace veil, its edges lined with tiny pearls that looked like drops of dew.Emily’s lips parted slightly as she stared at the gown. It was beautiful, almost too beautiful to be real. For a moment, it felt like she was standing in a dream. A gown meant for a bride, a gown meant for happiness.Her chest rose and fell slowly. Her life had been like a roller coaster, full of ups and downs, pain and betrayal, but now… now she was just one step away from her happy ending.Just some days ago…She had gone to see her father for th

The ride home was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that pressed on Evelyn’s chest and made it hard for her to breathe. The coldness in the air wrapped around her like chains, each second making her more nervous than the last. It wasn’t like the other times she had been with George, when even silence had felt safe. Tonight, it felt heavy and frightening.George hadn’t spoken a word since they walked out of the restaurant. He simply kept his eyes on the road, his expression unreadable. Evelyn kept her head lowered, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. She didn’t dare lift her gaze to see his face. She was terrified of what she might find there...anger, disappointment, disgust.Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, and the man’s words from earlier kept echoing inside her head. Murder. Hired. Guilty. Each word was sharp, cutting through her fragile peace like a knife. She had been trying so hard to rebuild her life, to start fresh, to live quietly without the shadow of her

Leo pushed the heavy office door open without knocking, his footsteps carrying the lazy confidence of a man who rarely took anything seriously. But his face told another story. His brows were drawn together, his jaw clenched tightly. His whole expression burned with anger as he walked in and sat down opposite Denovon.“What’s up, man,” Leo greeted, but the frown stayed carved on his face.Denovon raised his head, observing him quietly. He noticed the unusual tension in Leo’s eyes. “What’s wrong? It didn’t go well?” he asked in a calm voice, though curiosity sharpened his tone.Leo hissed loudly, the sound sharp with annoyance. His veins stood out on his forehead, showing just how angry he really was. “You won’t believe this. She kept me waiting for more than an hour,” he spat out, rubbing his forehead as if the memory alone was giving him a headache.“For real?” Denovon asked, letting out a laugh as he looked at Leo. His friend’s irritation was as clear as day, and it amused him.“Yes