Semua Bab The Revenge Of The Betrayed Bride: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Ariana leaned back in her chair, staring at Amelia with wide eyes.“You’re seriously asking me to seduce Daniel Blackwood?”“Yes,” Amelia replied without even blinking.Ariana’s eyebrows shot up. “And you do realize that at some point… I might actually have to sleep with him?”“I’m very aware of that,” Amelia said, her tone calm but firm. “In this life, if you want something badly enough, you have to be tough ruthless determined and be willing to do what it takes.”Ariana tilted her head, watching Amelia carefully. “Alright… I get your point. But what exactly are we trying to get out of this?”“That’s for me to worry about,” Amelia said smoothly. “Your job is to figure out how to make Daniel Blackwood notice you and stay interested.”Ariana raised a brow. “And you think I can pull that off?”“I know you can,” Amelia replied. She reached into her handbag, pulled out a neatly folded folder, and slid it across the table. “Here. This is everything I’ve found on Daniel Blackwood his favori

“Yes, Katherina,” a deep voice answered from behind her. “I’m always showing up at the right time.”Katherina turned to see Alexander Blackwood walking toward her, his presence commanding the hallway.She crossed her arms. “To what do I owe this surprise visit?”“I came to see Damien,” Alexander said casually. “But imagine my shock when I heard your voice all the way from the ground floor. Must you be so aggressive with your secretary?”Katherina scoffed. “Oh, I must. Because I have no damn clue who she is or why the board replaced my secretary without my consent.”Alexander stopped in front of her, his tone calm but firm. “You were reinstated because you’re my daughter-in-law. Don’t forget that. And while you were away, all the staff you used to work with were replaced.”She narrowed her eyes. “Without my approval?”“Without your approval,” he repeated. “And you should be thankful you weren’t replaced too. Now…” he gestured toward Ariana, “…work hand in hand with your new secretary.

Within minutes, the wail of sirens filled the air.The ambulance screeched to a stop outside, and two paramedics burst through the revolving door pushing a stretcher ahead.“Step aside, miss,” one of them told Ariana as they rushed to Katherina’s side.“She’s been shaking and struggling to breathe!” Ariana said quickly, her voice trembling.The taller paramedic checked Katherina’s pulse. “Female, early thirties, hyperventilating, blood pressure’s through the roof,” he called out.A nurse at the back nodded and shouted toward the hallway, “Prepare a bed in ER now!”Katherina weakly tried to speak, her lips pale. “I… can’t… breathe…”“You’re going to be fine, ma’am,” the other paramedic reassured, sliding an oxygen mask over her face. “Just relax, we’ve got you.”Twenty minutes later, Katherina lay propped up against crisp white pillows in a private hospital room. The beeping of the heart monitor was steady, and an IV drip hung beside her bed.A uniformed police officer stepped inside,

Damien turned sharply to his wife, his voice tight with barely contained anger.“What did you do, Katherina?”Her eyes widened in outrage. “I didn’t do anything! What’s your problem, Amelia?” she yelled, her voice sounding so loud for no reason. “Is it suddenly a crime for me to be unwell?”Amelia gave a cold, humorless laugh. “Oh, save the performance for someone who actually believes you. Why don’t you tell your loving husband exactly what you took to make it look like you were about to die?” She stepped in closer, eyes locked on Katherina like a predator about to strike.Katherina,” Damien’s voice suddenly roared, louder than both of them, “look at me and tell me the truth so help me God. If you lie, I will call the police right now and have you arrested. I don’t care if you’re carrying my child, you will spend a night in a cell until you’re ready to talk!”Katherina’s face drained of color, fear flickering in her eyes. “Why would you speak to me like that? In front of… of this col

Miguel slammed the phone down so hard the desk shook. His jaw was tight, his eyes like steel.“We’re done waiting, Sergei. No more games. We strike first.”Sergei leaned forward, arms resting on his knees, studying Miguel’s expression.“What’s the plan, boss? You’ve got something in mind, I can see it.”Miguel grabbed a folded map from the table, yanked it open, and spread it flat. His finger dragged across marked spots like a blade carving through paper.“Dimitri’s men think they’re clever, but they’re sloppy. They leave trails movements, calls, payments. We’ve tracked every safe house they’ve used in the last month. They’re not invisible.”Sergei gave a low whistle. “So, we’re going hunting tonight?”Miguel’s lips curled into a cold half-smile.“Not hunting. Cleaning house. We move in quietly no noise, no mistakes. We take their evidence, burn anything that ties back to us, and leave no survivors. If one of them escapes, Dimitri will know too much.”Sergei nodded slowly, a dark glin