Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE GUARDIAN'S BRIDE: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

CHAPTER 91: A father's sin“Tell me. What kind of evidence?” “Back in ‘73, some of our ledgers and account books went missing under the safekeeping of Victor. Back then he had insisted that we let him hold the books for safekeeping. We agreed thinking that they would be safer with him, but in the end we were wrong.”“The books were never missing. He kept them and told you that it was missing so he'd have something to blackmail you with in the future,” I said calmly. “Those two must have found it.”Father sat there, steady as stone. “It must be the same evidence he was referring to when we discovered that he planned to sell our secrets to another organisation and then keep all the money to himself.”I turned sharply to him. “Let me get this straight, after he made you and Roland give him his own part of the money, you did not get whatever evidence he was talking about from him, or ensure that it was really destroyed?”Father sighed. “No. At that point, we were foolish enough to believ

CHAPTER 93: Turned tablesThe instant my eyes caught Zachary’s fiery gaze at the doorway, the entire room shifted.His presence was not merely felt. His presence consumed even before he had said a word. He didn’t storm in, he didn’t raise his voice. He was so angry that he took a few minutes to try and school his emotions. I knew this from the way his shoulders tensed and his jaw tightened stiffly. The sheer weight of his gaze was enough to make the air heavy, oppressive, suffocating. His eyes flicked to Vance who didn't seem bothered. My lungs struggled for breath as my husband's dark, stormy eyes swept over me again.I could tell he took in every detail in the space of a heartbeat: my damp hair clinging to my shoulders, the pale silk clinging to me like a second skin, the way I stood far too stiffly, far too close to Vance, after he had closed the huge gap between us to invade my personal space. He read the discomfort in my posture, the dread etched across my face.And he knew.The

CHAPTER 95: An illusion under neon lightsThe bass from the booming speakers thudded heavily through my chest like a second heartbeat, the kind that refused to let me forget what I was trying to drink away. I needed to cool off after leaving Zachary’s home. The club pulsed with flashing neon lights and reverberating sound, bodies writhing on the dance floor below me, but I barely noticed. Not tonight. I sat in the velvet darkness of the VIP section, glass in hand, the burn of whiskey sliding down my throat without effect. No matter how much I drank, the images wouldn’t leave me.Her face. Her voice. Her body. Wrapped in that silky sinful flimsy excuse of a robe. Madelyn.The way she’d stood there, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, silk clinging to every curve as though the universe wanted to mock me. She was everything I wanted at that moment. Maybe even more than the fortune beneath those vaults. And Zachary, that arrogant, self righteous bastard, walking in just in time to p

CHAPTER 97: SleeplessI shut the door to my room with more force than I intended, the sound echoing against the high walls. I leaned heavily against it with my palm over my chest to calm my wildly beating heart. My pulse was still erratic, each beat heavy and uneven as though it wanted to burst through my chest. Vance’s smug face still hovered before me. I was grateful that Zachary arrived when he did. I had no doubt that that bastard would have tried something. His voice was thick with mockery, with ownership, with the kind of cruel confidence only he could wield.I pressed my back deeper against the door and closed my eyes. For a moment, I let silence consume me, but silence was deceptive. It didn’t soothe, it only sharpened. Just like it was amplifying my inner chaos. The longer I stood there, the louder my mind replayed every second of what had just happened. The intense faceoff between the two men; the way Zachary’s eyes darkened when he entered the room and saw Vance, the way V

CHAPTER 99: The call“So what now? You're going to justify keeping the truth from me as a measure to protect me?” I shot back. “Why don't you ever trust enough that I can handle whatever it is that you throw at me?”I was tired of playing this push and pull with him. It was always secrets, half-truths and withholding of information and or truths with him. It was poisoning our relationship, but I doubted he would ever see that.“You might think that you can handle most truths. But believe me, Madelyn, sometimes ignorance can actually be more than bliss. It can be a blessing.”I sighed heavily, feeling weariness seep into my bones. I was still feeling the heavy pull of everything he had just confessed, the weight of the revelation and the physical evidence that supports it. Strangely, I felt some resentment towards the grandfather that I neither met nor knew. My life was what it was now because of the actions he took and the decisions he made. Now I was left with a boomerang from the ch