Semua Bab The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Bab 141 - Bab 150

The morning light filtered softly into the villa, spilling across the polished floor and brushing against the curtains. The room was quiet, warm, filled with the gentle rhythm of two hearts that had found each other. Denovon stirred awake, his arm instinctively reaching for Emily. She lay beside him, already awake, watching him with a quiet smile that made his chest tighten.Tomorrow was their wedding. The thought alone carried weight, excitement, and a strange kind of fear that came with such happiness. “You’re awake early,” Denovon murmured, his voice low and heavy from sleep, yet warm as it wrapped around her like a blanket.Emily smiled faintly, her eyes glowing. “I couldn’t sleep longer. Tomorrow is… everything.”His lips curved into a small smile, though his gaze lingered on her longer than usual, as though he wanted to carve the sight of her into his memory. He leaned forward, brushing a tender kiss across her forehead. “Tomorrow is only the beginning.”Tears threatened to ri

The church was filled with soft light, golden rays streaming through the tall glass windows. The air smelled of fresh flowers...white lilies, roses, and baby’s breath lined the pews, their petals glowing gently under the glow of the chandeliers. Every corner of the hall seemed to breathe elegance and peace.A quiet hush filled the hall, broken only by the low sound of the piano playing a slow, tender melody. The guests, dressed in their finest clothes, sat quietly in their places as they waited for the bride. Everyone knew this was no ordinary wedding. The Rowland name carried weight, and this ceremony was not just about love...it was history in the making.At the altar, Denovon Rowland stood tall. His black tuxedo fit him perfectly, the sharp lines highlighting his broad shoulders and strong frame. His face was calm, almost unreadable to those watching, but his eyes betrayed a restlessness. He kept them fixed on the door at the far end of the long aisle. His fingers curled slightly a

Vivienne looked toward the hall, following the deep commanding voice. Her eyes widened when she saw the man standing there. She hadn’t expected to see him at all.“Sir Leo,” the guards greeted respectfully, immediately stepping aside to make way for her.Leo’s dark eyes landed on her. “Why are you still standing there?” he asked, his tone calm yet firm.Vivienne blinked, startled, before quickly stepping into the hall. Relief washed through her chest, her breath escaping in a shaky sigh.“Thank you,” she said softly, forcing a faint smile. She knew Leo had only claimed she was with him to save her from humiliation. In truth, she had been invited by Emily and Evelyn...after all, she was Evelyn’s therapist. The one Denovon himself had recommended when Evelyn was struggling with addiction.“I’m surprised to see you here,” Leo said, his gaze sweeping over her. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “It’s good to see you aren’t bawling your eyes out today.”Vivienne froze. Her faint s

“Dr. Lukeman, it is good to see that you made it!” Evelyn said with a bright smile as she hugged Vivienne tightly. Her happiness spilled over in her voice, as if seeing Vivienne had taken away the nervousness she felt earlier. To Evelyn, Vivienne was not just her specialist doctor but also a woman she now called a friend. Someone who listened without judgment. Someone who had understood her struggles not just because she was paid to, but because she, Vivienne, seemed to carry the same kind of pain in her heart. That was why Evelyn had begged Emily to invite her to the wedding. At least then she would have someone she could talk to, someone she could lean on while surrounded by strangers since Emily is the bride and won't have time for her and George would be busy too.“You wanted me here, so I had to come. Sorry I was late,” Vivienne replied with a small smile as she returned the hug warmly.“No issues at all. At least you are here now,” Evelyn said happily as she pulled back from the

The wedding hall was filled with music, soft chatter, and the warm glow of lights. Guests laughed, clinked glasses, and shared in the happiness of Denovon’s marriage to Emily. But at one corner of the hall, a storm was quietly brewing.“Greg,” a cracked old voice called suddenly, cutting through the lively atmosphere.Grandfather Gregory stiffened. He had been sitting with his son Richard, watching the dance floor with calm pride, when that voice came from behind. Slowly, he turned, his sharp old eyes narrowing.“Martin…” Gregory whispered, uncertain at first, his lips trembling slightly as he observed the old man standing before him.The man was thin, his back bent with age, leaning heavily on a polished walking stick. Deep wrinkles stretched across his face, his faint smile only making them more pronounced. He looked frail, but there was something in his eyes..something dangerous, something alive...that hadn’t dimmed with time.“It’s good to see you after so many years,” Martin said