Semua Bab The Beautiful Wife Of Mr Rowland : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Emily and Denovon walked into the Rowland mansion. They could literally hear the voices inside. "I won again, Grandfather!" Amelia said happily, laughing at her grandfather. "You won over an old man like me and you’re rejoicing?" her grandfather Gregory said with a scoff. "Aren’t you ashamed?" he asked, already arranging the chessboard to start another round. "Why would I be ashamed?" Amelia replied, still laughing. "Were you ashamed when you used to win against me years ago?" she added. "It must have really pained you to hold that grudge all this time," Grandpa Gregory said with a mocking look. "I was your granddaughter, but you never pitied me!" Amelia said, her face scrunching as if she was remembering those moments. "So it’s revenge now?" Gregory asked. "Then bring it on!" he challenged. "I’ll still win again," Amelia said, not backing down. "Grandfather, aren’t you too old to challenge your granddaughter?" Denovon’s voice cut in, stopping their playful fight. The

Emily knocked at the door to Amelia’s room. She waited for a response, but there was nothing.“Amelia, open the door. It’s me,” she called softly, knocking again.Still no reply.She sighed. She had come to check on Amelia—not to force her to talk, but just to be there. She didn’t know exactly what had gone down between Amelia and Zayne, but she could feel the tension. Amelia wasn’t in a good mood.Just as she was about to turn and leave, the door opened slowly.Amelia didn’t say a word. She simply left the door open and walked back into the room.Emily stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind her.Amelia walked to the corner of the room where she had set up a small salon station. She picked up a pair of scissors and began trimming a wig she had been working on.Emily stood frozen for a moment, surprised by what she saw. The space was filled with all kinds of wigs, hair tools, and salon products. There were mannequin heads lined neatly, each with a different hairstyle.She st

Zayne stepped into his penthouse and slowly shut the door behind him.He stood there for a moment, not moving, just breathing.What was this feeling in his chest?It was heavy. Bitter. A knot that refused to loosen.He never imagined that Amelia...Amelia of all people would ever ignore him. Not in this lifetime. Not even in the next.But tonight, she had.And it had left a sharp, dry taste in his mouth.He took a few slow steps forward and dropped onto the couch, his movements drained and sluggish. He leaned back, closed his eyes, and let out a deep, exhausted breath.His mind spun, and it all came back to him like a flood.Eight months ago.The last time they had spoken properly.Her voice echoed clearly in his head, like she was right in front of him.“Zayne, I’ve always loved you. But since you can’t accept or love me back, I’ll let you go. I’ll leave you alone—just like you said.”He remembered how she turned and walked away.He didn’t stop her.Back then, he thought it was just o

Amé Luxe StudioAmelia was still in her studio, sitting at her worktable while working on a curly brown wig. The strands fell like soft waves through her fingers as she carefully combed and adjusted the lace. Beside her, Val sat on a stool, legs crossed, chin resting in her palm as she watched quietly.“When you told me you never had customers,” Val said after a long silence, her voice soft, “I thought you were just joking.”Amelia glanced at her briefly and gave a half-smile. “I told you.”Val sighed and looked around the still, silent studio. The chairs were empty. The shelves were filled with untouched products. The bell above the door hadn’t jingled once since they arrived. It made her feel bad.“You’re really talented, Amelia,” Val said, sincerity heavy in her tone. “It doesn’t make sense that people aren’t flooding in here.”“I appreciate that,” Amelia said with a small nod, brushing through the wig gently.“I think you should advertise,” Val suggested brightly. “Like, online. P

It was Friday—Carter Industries’ board meeting day.Charles sat alone in the large boardroom, his fingers tapping restlessly on the polished wood table. He was the first to arrive, but not because he wanted to be early. He simply couldn’t sleep.His mind had been a battlefield ever since Rowland Corporation rejected his proposal. And now, with the shareholders’ meeting happening today, his chest felt heavy.He knew what was coming.He could feel it.His suit clung to him as he shifted in his seat. Stress had soaked deep into his bones.One by one, the other board members began to arrive. Their shoes echoed on the floor, their soft greetings filling the space. But none of them paid Charles any attention.It didn’t surprise him. It had always been like this. They never respected him. They only tolerated him because of his connection to Mr. Carter.Still, he gave a half-hearted greeting.A few nodded.Most didn’t reply.Charles sat back, trying to compose himself, but his foot wouldn’t s