All Chapters of The Revenge Of The Betrayed Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ariana burst into Amelia’s office without knocking. “Girl, did you see the news?” she blurted.Amelia raised a hand, her tone calm but firm. “Ariana, give me one minute. I’m in the middle of a meeting with Damien. You can come back later. And please, close the door on your way out.”Ariana’s eyes went wide when she finally noticed Damien sitting across the desk. “Oh! I didn’t realize you were with Damien Blackwood. My apologies, I’ll come back later.” She slipped out, shutting the door quickly.Damien arched a brow, his voice low. “Who was that? And why did she call you girl like you two are best friends? Are you acquainted?”Amelia shook her head lightly. “No, not at all. She does that sometimes. I always correct her that I’m the CEO, not just ‘girl.’ But she slips up now and then.”Damien leaned back in his chair, studying her with sharp eyes. He didn’t believe a word of it, but he let it slide with a slow nod. “Alright. Fine. Now that we have your office to ourselves…” He smirked.

Amelia sat at her desk like nothing was wrong calm, tea in hand, papers neatly stacked. She looked up only when Ariana poked her head into the office, eyes wide.“Girl… what just happened up there? I heard shouting all the way from accounting,” Ariana whispered, closing the door behind her.Amelia didn’t rush. She set her cup down, folded her hands, and gave a small, almost satisfied smile. “The board gave Damien a choice,” she said coolly.“A choice?” Ariana shut the door and slid into a chair. “What choice?”“Either he divorces Katherina,” Amelia said, “or he steps down as CEO of North American Operations Branch.”Ariana’s mouth fell open. “No way. What did he say? What will he do?”“He hasn’t decided yet,” Amelia replied, tilting her head. “Doesn’t matter. Either way, Katherina loses.”Ariana looked torn. “But she’s heavily pregnant. Isn’t the board going too far? She could go into labor. We planned to take them down, sure, but not at the cost of an unborn child.”Amelia’s face ha

The ballroom went dead silent. Gasps rippled through the crowd, whispers spreading like wildfire.Vivian’s smile faltered, her cheeks stiff as she tried to keep her composure.“Damien,” Alexander snapped, his face reddening. “Enough!”But Damien didn’t stop. He straightened his jacket, voice carrying. “The Blackwoods are not a charity organization for broken gold digging hungry Ashcrofts to crawl into. Remember that.”Before he could utter another word, Alexander’s hand lashed out.SLAP.The sound cracked through the ballroom, echoing louder than the microphone had minutes earlier. Guests froze, jaws dropping. Cameras flashed in rapid bursts, catching every second.Damien’s head jerked to the side, but his smirk returned almost instantly. Slowly, he turned back toward his father, his eyes furious in a dangerous manner.“Damien wiped the corner of his mouth where the slap had landed. His jaw was tight, his face burning red, but his voice came out low and deadly calm.“Congratulations,”

Damien walked her to the door and opened it gently. His voice softened.“Then go see her, Ma. Tomorrow. Take her the burrito and chicken wings she loves, sit with her, talk to her. She needs you right now more than ever. Sitting in that cell, alone, it’s going to crush her.”Mrs. Rodriguez paused in the doorway, clutching her purse tighter. Her eyes glistened.“And the baby shower?” she asked carefully. “Will it still happen on that date, Damien? Or should we… cancel it?”Damien let out a heavy breath, running a hand through his hair. “No. Don’t cancel it. We’ll keep it as planned. I’ll make sure of it.”Her eyebrows arched in doubt. “How can you promise that? My daughter is locked up, your board wants her gone, and the press is tearing her apart every day.”Damien’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “Because I’m not giving up on her. Not now. Not ever. My father has connections powerful ones. I’ll force him to use them. Katherina will be out before the baby sh

Damien pushed open the heavy door to the prison’s VIP waiting room. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and stale coffee. His sharp suit looked almost out of place against the dull gray walls.“Hi, brother,” Damien said, forcing a calm smile as he walked in. “How have you been faring?”Daniel looked up from where he sat, his wrists chained together, the cuffs rattling slightly. “Could’ve been better. But tell me, why didn’t we just use the regular call booth like the others?”Damien gave a short laugh and pulled out the chair across from him. “Because you’re a Blackwood. You deserve better than sitting behind glass like some common thug. I asked the warden personally to let us use this VIP room. Preferential treatment, brother. Always.”Daniel’s eyes softened, just a little. He leaned forward, the cuffs clinking against the table as he reached to clasp Damien’s hand. “Thanks, brother. I mean it. You’ve done more for me in here than anyone else. I appreciate it.”He paused, eyes sha