All Chapters of The Revenge Of The Betrayed Bride: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Next Morning — Damien’s Office, Blackwood IndustriesDamien sat behind his desk, scrolling through the morning reports. The soft hum of the city filled the background until his phone buzzed.Unknown Number: Check your email. He frowned but ignored it. A second buzz came. Then a third. By the tenth notification, his patience snapped.“Persistent bastard,” he muttered, opening his inbox.There it was ten identical emails. Each one with the same subject line:{Play this video. Evidence. Choose your next steps wisely.}He hesitated, then clicked the link.The video started blurry, but within seconds the scene became painfully clear. A restroom. The camera hidden near the mirror.Katherina stood there his wife slipping off her dress. Behind her, Daniel.Damien’s blood ran cold.“You’re insane,” Katherina hissed, voice trembling. “This is my sister’s memorial.”Daniel’s voice was low, rough. “Your sister who’s dead,” he growled against her neck, biting her skin. “Your whole marriage is an

Next Morning — Blackwood Industries, Executive OfficeThe morning light barely touched the blinds when Damien walked into his office. His eyes were bloodshot he hadn’t slept at all.On his desk sat a single brown envelope with a red seal. James stood by the door, quiet and tense.“It just arrived from the lab, sir,” James said carefully. “I watched them open the samples myself.”Damien nodded slowly, his voice hoarse. “Did you read it?”“No, sir. It’s sealed for your eyes only.”Damien stared at the envelope for a long moment. His hand hovered above it, trembling slightly.“Go ahead, open it,” James said gently. “You’ve been waiting all night.”Damien tore the seal open and unfolded the report. His eyes darted across the page.The world went silent.He read it again. Then a third time.His grip on the paper tightened until it crumpled.James stepped closer. “Sir… what does it say?”Damien’s voice came out in a whisper. “Neither of them.”James frowned. “Sir?”Damien’s jaw clenched. He

That Evening — Blackwood MansionThe mansion was quiet when Damien walked in. The lights were low, and the air smelled faintly of lavender from Katherina’s candles.He paused in the hallway, straightening his tie and forcing his face into calmness. The mask had to be perfect.Katherina appeared from the nursery, one of the twins cradled in her arms. “You’re home early,” she said softly. “The girls missed you.”Damien smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course they did.”He bent down and kissed the baby’s forehead, lingering a moment too long as he studied her face. “She looks just like you,” he murmured.Katherina laughed lightly. “You think so? I keep hoping they’ll look more like you.”Damien’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, though his voice stayed smooth. “Maybe they will… someday.”She didn’t notice the edge in his tone. “Dinner’s ready,” she said, smiling. “I made your favorite steak and garlic potatoes.”“Perfect,” he said quietly. “I’m starving.”They sat across fro

Damien frowned, his tone darkening. “Oh, really? There’s more?”James nodded. “It turns out the person responsible for Adrianna’s car accident was none other than… her own mother.”Damien’s eyes widened. “Wait what? Don’t tell me they both had something to do with Adrianna’s death!” He slammed his hand on the table. “So Adrianna’s gone and buried, and now they’re out here ruining my life?!”He stood abruptly, pacing. “Enough talk about Adrianna,” he snapped. “What do you have on Amelia Stone?”James hesitated, his expression serious. “Sir… this next part might freak you out. Are you sure you want me to continue?”Damien sighed and grabbed the whiskey bottle. “Just get on with it. Wait no, hold on.” He uncorked it, poured a glass, and downed it in one long gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Alright. Now talk.”James opened another folder and laid two photos on the desk one of Adrianna Rodriguez, the other of Amelia Stone.“From my findings,” he said carefully, “Amelia

BLACKWOOD MANSION ~THANKSGIVING DINNERThe mansion buzzed with soft chatter and the smell of roasted turkey and wine. It was the long awaited Thanksgiving dinner, and Damien and Katherina walked side by side down the hall perfectly dressed, perfectly fake.Katherina adjusted the strap of her gold dress and turned to the maid following behind. “Marla, handle the twins well tonight, alright? You can take them to my father-in-law’s guest room or Damien’s other room. If they get hungry, give them their food. Do you understand me?”“Yes, ma’am,” Marla said quickly, bowing her head. Then she hesitated. “But, uh… what if they refuse to eat, ma’am? What should I do then?”Katherina sighed sharply, forcing a smile as she glanced at Damien. “Baby, excuse me for a moment,” she said sweetly, kissing him lightly on the cheek.Damien nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll wait for you in the dining room.”As soon as he walked away, Katherina’s smile vanished. She grabbed Marla by the arm and pulled her toward the