Wrong bride to the right husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Third person's POV...Alina smiled knowingly. “Of course. You’re a couple.”Adrian cleared his throat. “Mom, we’re not married yet. We’re just…”“Don’t worry,” Alina waved dismissively. “We trust you. Go and rest.”Before either of them could protest further, they were gently ushered down the hallway.Alina pushed them playfully toward the room. “Goodnight, lovebirds!”The door closed behind them.Immediately, both of them pressed their ears lightly against the door. They listened.Footsteps retreated and voices faded and then… Silence.Tracy exhaled heavily and walked toward the massive bed, dropping onto it.“This is insane.”Adrian chuckled softly and sat beside her. “You did a great job tonight. The way you handled everything… seamless. And that recovery earlier at the table? Flawless.”She glanced at him. “Thank you.”A small silence settled between them. Awkward.Her mind replayed the moment he tucked her hair behind her ear. Her heart betrayed her with a small, unfamiliar flut

Third person's POV... The fork slipped from Adrian’s fingers and clattered against the plate. The silence that followed was deafening. Adrian’s face went pale, his jaw dropping. “What?” Adrian said, his voice low. "What does that mean?” “It means exactly what you heard.” Darren added. “If you break up with Tracy, you lose the company.” "You’re joking.” “I’m not,” Darren said. “I want her in this family. If she goes, the company goes.” “Break Tracy’s heart,” Alina added solemnly, “and you break your connection to the empire.” Adrian scoffed, standing up so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor. “Are you serious? I worked my soul into that company, and you’re holding it hostage over a relationship?” He scoffed in disbelief. "You gave me one condition,” Adrian said slowly. “I fulfilled it. And now you’re threatening to take away something I’ve built with my own hands?” His eyes were wide in rage. Tracy shivered at his reaction. She had never seen him that way before.

Third person's POV... “That was not part of the contract!” Tracy hissed. “Besides, we were never engaged. The deal was to present me to your family. That's it!” “Yes,” Adrian cut in calmly. “But you don’t expect them to be convinced completely and believe you’re my girlfriend if the public doesn’t know.” Tracy leaned her head against the stall door, sighing deeply. Silence stretched between them until Adrian’s voice softened. “I know this is new to you,” he said, his tone indifferent. “It probably feels like you’re being forced. I’m sorry about that. Tracy pulled the phone away and stared at the caller ID. What changed in him? she wondered. Ever since that accidental kiss, he seemed to be a whole new different person. More distant, and colder. She placed the phone back to her ear. “I just hope we can resolve this so we can forget this contract ever happened,” he added. “But right now, this is important," She sighed again. "Okay, sure. Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. "It's not

Third person's POV... Tracy stood frozen outside her office gate, clutching her bag. The building was closed. It was late already and the streetlights flickered faintly.Did I really just get kidnapped? She asked herself as her hands trembled.What if they had killed her? What if…Her phone vibrated inside her bag. She reached for it and brought it out.Adrian. She answered immediately.“Where have you been?” his voice came out sharp. “Where was your phone? I’ve been calling you for hours. What happened?”“Come to the company,” she said quietly. “You’ll see me in front.”“I’m on my way.” he replied urgently and ended the call.She leaned against the closed gate, staring blankly ahead.Minutes later, a black Lamborghini roared into view and stopped abruptly in front of her. Before the engine stopped, he jumped out of the car, frantic.“What happened? Tracy, what happened?” he asked as he came closer to her.She shook her head slowly. “I don’t have the mental capacity to talk about it.

Third person's POV…“Tracy! Wait, wait, wait! What… what did I just see? You coming down from a man’s car? Tell me everything! Who is he? Don’t miss a single detail. That car? Swoosh! So sleek, so luxurious!”Tracy rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips.“Mercy, seriously… just stop it,” she said, trying to brush her off.Mercy grabbed her hand and began dragging her toward the glass doors of the company. On the way, Mercy lifted Tracy’s hand, inspecting it like a jeweler examining a diamond.“Look at this,” Mercy gushed. “Look at how soft and expensive your hand looks now. Your skin is literally screaming ‘Billionaire Girlfriend.’ It’s glowing, Tracy!”Tracy forced a smile, feeling a flush of heat creep up her neck. “Just stop it, Mercy. You’re teasing me. I don’t like it”Once they reached the lounge, Mercy practically shoved Tracy into a plush chair and plopped down opposite her. “Now, spill. Everything. Don’t you dare give me the ‘I’m not in the moo