All Chapters of The Revenge Of The Betrayed Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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When the Devil Wears Innocence

THE MORNING AFTER – BLACKWOOD HEADQUARTERSAmelia stepped into the elevator just as Damien stepped out.Their eyes locked.“Chairwoman,” he said coolly.She raised a brow. “Former CEO.”A beat of silence passed between them.“You enjoying your new power?” Damien asked.She didn’t answer.He stepped closer. “Must be nice taking what you didn’t build.”Amelia’s voice lowered, smooth and cutting. “I rebuilt what you and your wife failed to hold together. This isn’t personal. It’s just business.”Something shifted in Damien’s eyes recognition? No. Not quite. Confusion. Hunger. Maybe both.“I saw you today,” he said, voice rough. “At the office.”She stilled, breath catching in her throat.“I didn’t mean to walk in on you, but…”“But now you can’t stop thinking about it?” she finished, cool and quiet.He didn’t deny it. Just stared at her.“Tell me something, Amelia,” he asked, jaw taut. “Are you the kind of woman who sleeps her way to power?”“No,” she whispered, brushing past him, her v

Last Updated : 2025-07-27

Lines That Shouldn’t Be Crossed

The rooftop of the Blackwood project tower shimmered under fairy lights, the skyline casting long shadows over champagne flutes and carefully measured handshakes. The Skyline project launch had drawn in a crowd of high profile investors, board members, media elites, and social darlings.It was supposed to be a night of celebration.He stood beside the bar, the city skyline behind him like a painted lie, holding a glass of scotch he hadn’t stopped refilling since the night began. The burn in his throat was dull compared to the storm brewing in his chest.She’d done it again.Katherina.With her venomous smile, she had chained him down once more. Three months pregnant. With his child. With his heir.And now, he was trapped.The news had knocked the air from his lungs when she whispered it earlier in the evening not with softness or love, but with triumph. Like it was another move on the chessboard, another trap he hadn’t seen coming.He hated her.He hated himself more for ever wanting

Last Updated : 2025-07-27

Lipstick, Lies and Leverage

Amelia stormed out of the ballroom like the air inside had turned to smoke. Her heels hit the marble floor loudly, matching her fast heartbeat. She didn’t wait for the elevator. She just kept pressing the button again and again, breathing fast and panicked.The elevator doors opened with a soft sound, and she stepped inside. The empty space felt cold and tight around her. She looked at her reflection in the mirrored walls it looked like a mess. Her cheeks were red, her eyes wide and shiny with tears, and her lipstick was partly wiped away from Damien’s kiss.She pressed her hand to her lips, as if she could erase what just happened.But she couldn’t.No amount of wiping or wishing could take away how her body had reacted when he pressed her against the wall. The heat, The pull, The aching familiarity. The way it felt like falling back into a dream she promised herself she’d never return to. The elevator descended too slowly. Her head was spinning“I’m three months pregnant with Damie

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

Ladies and Gentlemen Checkmate

The morning after the gala was cold but Amelia Stone wasn’t broken anymore.She stood by the window in her silk robe, her hair was a mess, her eyes red from a sleepless night. The city buzzed below her, but nothing compared to the ache in her chest.Her phone lit up. The headline flashed across her screen.#Katherina Blackwood announces pregnancy at Blackwood Skyline Gala Heir Confirmed.”#A grim smile tugged at the corner of Amelia’s lips.“She thinks she’s won,” she whispered.Amelia stepped out of the shower Minutes later, she stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a sharp black suit that cut like a blade. Her hair was tied back neatly in a tight knot, every strand in place. She decided to apply red lipstick for perfect finishing of her outfit. She was done being silent.Katherina had gone too far. Flashing her pregnancy like a prize. Twisting Damien around her finger. Trapping Amelia in front of everyone like the past still belonged to her.But not today.Today wasn’t about hea

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

Threat, Truce and Trap

The media had turned into a machine spinning, chewing and devouring the news about Blackwood Enterprises. ##“Blackwood Heiress Arrested at Board Meeting.” “Pregnant and Prosecuted: Corporate Scandal Explodes.”##Everywhere you looked from fancy magazines to gossip websites Katherina’s mugshot was plastered on the front page. The photo wasn’t kind. Her eyes looked panicked, her lipstick was rubbed off, and her expensive emerald dress was wrinkled under a dull grey blanket from the holding cell.But inside Amelia Stone’s apartment, there was only silence.She stood barefoot by the window in a black silk robe, her arms were folded tight. The morning sun fought through the thick July clouds, casting long shadows over the room. Behind her, on the marble countertop, A single legal, threatening letter sat on the counter, open its words inside were sharp enough to break through the morning silenceSigned: Damien Blackwood.“Withdraw the charges immediately or I will authorize the release

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

Say My Name not Hers

For the first time in weeks, Katherina let out a breath without feeling tense or ready to defend herself.The doors to her new office slid open with a quiet sound. Warm golden light poured in, soft and welcoming like the room had been waiting for her. The office sat high above the city, and through the tall glass windows, the skyline looked more like art than something scary. Far below, cars moved like silver rivers. Above, the sky was clear and calm, not a single cloud in sight.The space itself was breathtaking.Cream walls with champagne accents, Silk curtains glowed in the sunlight, adding a soft glow to the room and a soft pink velvet couch sat near the windows. Fresh orchids and white roses filled the room with a calming, almost spa like scent. A custom glass desk stood at the center, clear and commanding. Her initials were already engraved into the nameplate.Katherina Blackwood.Executive Director – Blackwood Philanthropy.She touched the plaque gently, almost like it was some

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

In The Hands Of Miguel Favino

The restaurant was warm, glowing with candlelight that flickered gently against polished wine glasses. Soft jazz drifted through the air like silk, giving the place a timeless kind of magic. Outside, the night pulsed with city lights, but in here it was still.Amelia sat across from Miguel, still in her sharp navy blazer work outfit, her hair swept back in a loose twist. She looked stunning, even in exhaustion. There were faint shadows under her eyes, but something stubborn still lit her gaze. A spark that refused to die, no matter how much life tried to snuff it out.Miguel couldn’t stop watching her.“You’ve been carrying too much,” he said, his fingers brushing against hers on the white linen tablecloth. “The company. The press. Damien.”Her jaw twitched at that last word, and her eyes dropped for a second just long enough to reveal the wound was still raw.“I know,” he added gently. “I know that name still tastes like betrayal.”Amelia looked back up at him, surprised by how well

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

What She Doesn’t Know

Below Deck – 38,000 Feet in the SkyThe hidden lower level of the jet wasn’t on any official plans. It had been specially built soundproof and strong. It wasn’t made for storing luggage. It was made for keeping things quiet and keeping secrets.Miguel descended the narrow staircase slowly, his black shirt now rolled at the sleeves, exposing the inked patterns crawling up his forearms. His face no longer held the soft affection Amelia had seen hours ago. That man, the man who kissed her forehead and tucked her into sleep was gone.This was El Lobo (The Wolf) now.A single bulb swung above, casting shadows across the dark cargo space converted into a private holding cell. Blood had dried on the floor from past interrogations. Tonight, it would be fresh again.Sergei his underboss stood near a bound man slumped in a metal chair, his arms were zip-tied, face already bruised and bloodied. “He’s one of ours,” Sergei said coldly, “but he sold details of the Adriakov shipment to the De Luca c

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

I Love You Amelia

A shiny black Rolls Royce Phantom waited for them outside the jet.The city glowed in the golden morning light as they drove through narrow, cobbled streets passing pale stone buildings with iron balconies, bakeries just opening, and couples sipping espresso at small café tables.Her son clung to the window, eyes wide with wonder as he whispered, “Is that the Eiffel Tower?”“It is,” Miguel smiled, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “And tomorrow, we’ll go to the top.”Amelia’s hand was in Miguel’s now. Their fingers interlaced naturally. Like they were made to fit.“You didn’t have to do all this,” she said softly, eyes flickering out the window.Miguel turned to her, his expression unreadable. “I wanted to. You give everything to everyone else. Let me give something back.”THE PENTHOUSEThe elevator opened straight into the penthouse suite at the Ritz Paris, where marble floors shone like mirrors and the cream colored walls were lined with gold trim. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overh

Last Updated : 2025-07-28

A Day Without Fear

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper like she couldn’t believe what she just heard, still feeling the rush inside her.Miguel didn’t say it again. He didn’t have to. His eyes stayed on hers. “I said what I meant,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against her cheek, then her lips. “I love you. Not because you’re strong. Not because you survived. I love you because somehow, after everything you still have a heart.”Amelia stared up at him, breath shallow, emotions crashing over her like a tide she hadn’t seen coming. Her heart beat loud in her chest too loud.This wasn’t part of the plan.This wasn’t safe.But God, it felt real.She opened her mouth, searching for something anything to say.“I…” The word stuck in her throat.Miguel didn’t force her. He simply pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. “You don’t have to say it back. Not now. Just let me love you, Amelia.THE NEXT MORNING The morning breeze in Paris was cool and fresh and felt a little magical, after all it’s P

Last Updated : 2025-07-29

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