All Chapters of The Revenge Of The Betrayed Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

HOTEL LANESBOROUGH – NIGHTThe sleek black car pulled up to the glowing entrance of The Lanesborough Hotel. The driver stepped out quickly and opened the back door with a polite smile.“Ma’am, sir, we’ve arrived at the Lanesborough,” he said.Amelia stretched her arms as she stepped out, the London night air brushing against her face.“Oh wow, finally!” she said with a laugh. “After all that drama in the car, it’s nice to see the world again.”Damien followed behind her, smirking. “Drama? What drama? My wife is definitely not dramatic.”Amelia shot him a playful glare. “Says the man who kept arguing with the GPS for thirty minutes.”He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. “Okay, fair. But in my defense, I trust my instincts more than technology.”“Yeah, your instincts almost got us lost in Chelsea,” she teased.He smiled, adjusting his jacket. “Anyway, we’re here for business, not sightseeing. Let’s get this done together.”Amelia nodded. “Agreed.”They walked into the lobby, gre

NEW YORK PENTHOUSE – MORNINGThe soft morning light spilled across the penthouse floor, bouncing off glossy shopping bags from Prada, Dior, and Gucci. The room looked like a boutique exploded overnight.Ariana groaned, rolling onto her side and resting a hand on her belly. “Daniel, wake up. We’re late for my doctor’s appointment.”From under the blanket, a muffled voice came, “Five more minutes, please…”She yanked the sheet off him. “Five more minutes? We said that an hour ago. If we’re late again, the doctor’s going to blacklist me.”Daniel squinted up at her, eyes still heavy with sleep. “You’re bossy in the morning, you know that?”“I’m pregnant, Daniel. I have every right to be bossy.”He groaned, stretching. “Alright, alright, you win. Just let me find my shirt.”She folded her arms. “It’s on the couch. Where you threw it after declaring you’d ‘never wear it again’ because it didn’t match your vibe.”He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. “Sounds like something I’d

The Blackwood Mansion — Early EveningThe mansion buzzed with quiet activity. Vivian moved briskly around the grand dining room, making sure every detail was perfect the flowers centered, the candles lit, and the cutlery perfectly straight.“Maria!” she called to one of the maids. “Please, change those napkins. The cream ones, not the white. And make sure the roast stays warm until they arrive.”“Yes, ma’am,” Maria replied, hurrying off.Vivian stepped back, eyeing the table critically. “Good. Now, the wine where’s the wine?”“Still in the cellar, Mrs. Blackwood,” another maid answered.Vivian sighed dramatically. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, I can’t do everything myself!”Vivian sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. She turned and spotted Alexander lounging comfortably on the couch in the next room tie loosened, feet up, scrolling lazily through his tablet.“Alexander,” she called out, exasperated. “Could you, for once, maybe help me out here?”He didn’t even look up. “He

Alexander let out a bitter chuckle. “Oh, you didn’t? From where I’m sitting, you used him, broke him, and somehow got him to forgive you. That takes… talent, I guess. And don’t act innocent. I’ve seen your type before, sweet words, soft eyes, and chaos wherever they go.”Vivian reached over, gently touching Ariana’s hand. “Ignore him, dear. He’s just being difficult.”Ariana tried to smile, but it faltered. Daniel’s face turned red with anger. “You don’t get to talk to her like that.”Alexander leaned back, smirking. “Oh, but I do. She’s in my house, eating my food, pretending she belongs here.”His jaw tightened. “And you, son… you may forgive easily, but I don’t.”He ignored Ariana’s glare. “I warned you about women like this, Daniel. Look at her. Already playing the victim, aren’t you?”“Dad, that’s enough,” Daniel snapped, his tone sharp. “You don’t know her. You’re judging her from rumors.”“Rumors?” Alexander scoffed. “My son was locked up for months because of her. That’s not a

LONDON BRANCH — MARKETING DIVISION, LATER THAT AFTERNOONThe atmosphere in the marketing floor was tense and quiet. Desks that were usually buzzing with chatter now felt frozen. Every keyboard click stopped the moment Amelia Stone stepped out of the elevator.She was followed by two assistants carrying tablets and folders. Her heels clicked softly as she walked through the rows of glass cubicles.“Morning, Ms. Stone,” a nervous intern stammered.Amelia gave a polite smile, but her eyes stayed cold. “Morning. Everyone in the marketing team conference room, now.”Whispers broke out instantly. Within minutes, ten employees gathered in the sleek glass meeting room, their faces pale.Tatiana Voss, the London branch head, stood at the corner, arms crossed tightly. “They’re all here, ma’am.”“Good,” Amelia said, placing her tablet on the table. She looked around the room, her gaze sharp. “We’re here because someone in this division leaked confidential files to RestCrescent Holdings. That per