All Chapters of The Revenge Of The Betrayed Bride: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The security room was dim, all eyes on the screens. Mr. Bennett, the security tech, rewound the footage and hit play.There it was the marketing floor at 10:40 p.m. One desk light stayed on. A woman moved quickly across the frame, clutching a laptop bag.“Zoom,” Amelia said.Bennett zoomed. The figure was Lena Carter. She looked tense, glancing back as she walked.“Pause there,” Amelia told him.Lena hurried out of the office and crossed the lot. Another camera showed a black sedan waiting. Lena handed the laptop bag to the passenger. The passenger slipped something small into her hand. The car pulled away.“Freeze the plate,” Damien ordered.Bennett brightened and slowed the plate frame. The first three letters were clear: LNC.Damien’s face went hard. “Lancroft,” he whispered.Tatiana made a small sound. “Lancroft? They’re our rivals.”Bennett checked system logs. “The access timestamp on our server matches Lena’s login time. Her badge was used to get into the server right before th

She shivered under the blankets, her forehead burning. “Ugh… I feel so hot.”Damien appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, balancing a tray. “Medication, chicken pepper soup, and water. Looks like someone’s running a fever.”Amelia groaned, weakly lifting her hand. “I don’t feel good at all. I… I think I’m melting.”He set the tray on the side table and knelt beside her bed. “You’re not melting. You’re sick. Let’s check your temperature first.” He pressed the thermometer gently to her forehead. “Yep… definitely a fever. You need rest, not spreadsheets.”She tried to sit up but winced. “Ugh… I’m so hot and weak.”Damien adjusted the blankets around her. “Then stay lying down. I’ll feed you the soup and make sure you take your meds. No complaints.”She managed a weak smile. “You’re spoiling me, Damien.”He smirked but kept his voice soft. “Good. You deserve it.opening a spoonful of soup. “Here. One bite. Eat.”She hesitated, then let him feed her. “Mmm… that actually helps.”“See?

Vivian’s tone sharpened. “Impulse? Please. It’s a clean deal. We’re talking a twenty percent projected increase in market value. You should be thanking me.”Amelia’s eyes lit up instantly. “Oh if that be the case? Vivian, that’s incredible news!”Vivian’s grin widened. “I thought you’d like that. Their European partners are backing the deal. It’s huge.”Amelia turned to Damien, excitement in her tone. “Do you hear that? This could take our expansion plan ahead of schedule.”Damien gave a slow, unimpressed clap. “Wonderful. Another miracle deal signed without running it by me.”Vivian folded her arms, still smiling. “You were busy saving London, remember? Someone had to keep New York alive.”Amelia gave Damien a look. “Oh, don’t start. Vivian made a smart call. Crestview’s been on our radar for months.”Damien sighed, his tone dry. “I suppose we’re all just making executive decisions now. Maybe next time I’ll buy a company without telling anyone.”“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Vivian m

Damien’s jaw tightened. “Plans? He looked around, his tone rising. While his daughter-in-law is in labor?”Vivian frowned, brushing invisible dust from her skirt. “You know your father, Damien. He doesn’t handle hospitals. Or emotions.”Mrs. Rodriguez finally spoke, her voice trembling but edged with anger. “He doesn’t handle responsibility either. But that’s nothing new for your family.”“She gave birth,” Damien said shortly, cutting Mrs Rodriguez off mid-sentence.The words hung in the air for a second then the whole room seemed to breathe again.Mrs. Rodriguez shot to her feet, pressing a hand to her chest. “¡Gracias a Dios! Thank God! My baby girl…. she’s okay?”Damien gave a small nod. “She’s alive. The doctors are still keeping an eye on her.”Vivian’s tense shoulders relaxed. “And the baby? Or… babies?” she asked carefully.Damien’s jaw flexed. “Twin girls.”The room fell completely silent. Even the ticking clock on the wall felt louder.Mrs. Rodriguez blinked, eyes wide. “Girl

BLACKWOOD BOARDROOM – MORNINGThe room was already buzzing when Damien’s father, Alexander Blackwood, took his seat at the head of the table. Vivian, the head of corporate affairs, and Amelia, the CEO, were already there. Other executives shuffled papers, whispering quietly.Alexander looked around, his tone both warm and commanding. “I know we haven’t scheduled a meeting, but last month has been… busy. My son just gave me two grandchildren,” he said, smiling. “So, officially, I’m a grandfather.”A few chuckles spread around the room, breaking the tension.“Alright,” Alexander continued, leaning forward. “Let’s get updates on transactions and spending. Amelia, you first.”Amelia nodded, opening her tablet. “Last month, we had several large transactions: the overseas expansion fund increased by ten million, our marketing campaigns cost three million, and operational expenses rose by two million due to unexpected equipment upgrades. Payroll adjustments were made for executive staff, tot