Todos os capítulos de Shotgun Wedding: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Diana’s POV“Congratulations, Gina. You passed the interview,” I said, keeping my tone crisp and professional, though we both knew the outcome had been decided long before she stepped into my office. “How soon can you start work?”“Right away?” she replied brightly, her smile eager and polished.I matched it with one of my own. “That’s great. You’ll move in, then. Get your things and be back here by four-thirty.”“Yes, Ms Clark,” she said, rising from her seat. Her heels clicked lightly as she left the office, confidence bouncing in each step.As soon as the door closed behind her, I reached for my phone and texted Lucas. Calling him was too risky; in this building, walls had a way of listening.I just finished interviewing Gina. She’ll be back at 4:30 p.m. We’ll take her to the mansion.His reply came within seconds, as if he’d been waiting for it. Typical Lucas.I caught myself smiling at the screen, feeling ridiculous. A grown woman, sitting behind her desk, fluttering like a teena

Third Person's POVThe hospital was quiet except for the rhythmic hum of machines and the faint shuffle of nurses’ shoes along polished floors. In one of the private rooms, Mrs Smith sat poised, legs crossed neatly, while Gordon fidgeted beside her. His knee bounced, his fingers tapping an erratic rhythm on the armrest.“Could you stop that?” Mrs Smith hissed, folding her arms. “This is a hospital. You’re disturbing the patients.”Gordon shot her a glare but said nothing, his gaze turning to the sterile white walls. Every second in this place felt like an eternity. He didn’t want to be here, not like this.Mrs Smith, however, looked perfectly composed. “You always think the worst of Tracy,” she began, her tone smooth, almost rehearsed. “I admit she’s not perfect, but she’s carrying your child. That makes her your responsibility. You’re meant to protect her, Gordon. Take care of her.”Her words hung in the air like an accusation.She leaned forward. “Instead, you married that suspiciou

Diana’s POVThe spy glared up at Lucas, trembling. “You don’t know what you’re getting into,” he rasped, voice cracked and raw. “You think you’re smart, but you’re both already dead.”Lucas’s expression didn’t flicker. “We’ll see.”He shot me a brief glance, and I gave him a small, steady nod.Then I leaned forward, keeping my tone calm but firm. “Who are you working for?”The man’s eyes darted away. Silence.Lucas gave a subtle nod to one of his men.Another pulse of electric energy surged through the wires. The spy arched against the restraints, a strangled scream tearing from his throat.I flinched, my stomach tightening, but I didn’t look away. “Who sent you?” I asked again, louder this time. “Why are you spying on me?”He swallowed hard, sweat glistening down his temple. “I… I don’t know her name. They just call her Madam.”A cold shiver rippled through me. “Madam who?”“I swear, that’s all I know,” he gasped. “She pays through coded channels. We only get instructions, follow you

Diana's POV“Gordon,” I whispered.He pulled back, searching my face. “What is it?”“I don’t feel too good.”Concern clouded his features instantly. “Should I get the doctor?”“I just need to rest,” I murmured, brushing past him. He hesitated, then nodded slowly.“Sleep on the bed tonight,” he said gently. “You can’t use the couch in your condition.”I stared at him for a beat, uncertain what to think. His tenderness felt unfamiliar, almost alien. Yet, I didn’t protest.He adjusted the sheets, helped me settle in, and proceeded to use the couch bed. I lay awake in the silence, staring at the ceiling, my mind whirring.My first step of revenge was complete. Gordon was in love. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he’d looked at me earlier. No pretence this time, he’d fallen, completely and foolishly.Now came step two: stripping them of everything they’d built, their wealth, their influence, their precious legacy.The week was still young. By its end, everything they owned wo

Diana’s POVThe first step was complete. Gordon was in love. Now came the second: reclaiming what was rightfully mine.I had just discovered that the Smith fortune, the empire built on deceit, inheritance, and blood, belonged to me by birthright. Every wall, every polished floor, every company ledger with the Smith name on it… all of it should have been mine from the beginning. The realisation burned through me like fire. I needed to move quickly before Mrs Smith sniffed out the truth and tightened her grip.I opened my phone and typed a message to Lucas, my heart pounding.Lucas, I need your help moving the Smiths’ fortune into my name. I want everything.His reply came within seconds, short, sharp, and efficient, like he was already working on it.Okay.He was a lawyer, after all. He knew how to bend the system to his will, how to weave a new truth out of old lies.How long would it take?A week.A week.Another week of pretending to be Katherine Clark, the perfect wife, the devoted