Brian's Poisoned Vow – Forced to Wed, Determined to Kill のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Sean, in the audience, sat perfectly still, his back straight, his face an impressively calm mask, though a faint muscle twitched in his jaw, betraying the storm within.“The first runner-up, whose pitch was a masterclass in clarity and vision, is …”Another agonizing pause followed. Felix looked down at the list in his card, then back at the audience, a small smile playing on his lips. “Nadia Obed."A collective gasp, followed immediately by a roar of applause, shot through the hall. For Nadia, the world seemed to warp. The sound became a distant hum. The calm mask shattered into a look of pure, unadulterated shock. First runner-up. A position she knew how it came. Sean pitched before her and gave her a clue.She walked proudly to the stage, just like Phil, and she stopped and looked into Felix's eyes."Congratulations, Nadia for bringing glory to your school and family."Too overwhelmed to speak, she gave an acknowledging smile. Felix looked at the President. He smiled broadly, fac

September Sean’s victory became a potent source of strength for his father, fueling the ailing man's determination and will to recover. Since Sean was beside him during life's most difficult time, he vowed to stand by him and ensure that he lived up to his words as a worthy AmbassadorUpon Paschal's discharge, they moved to the premier estate, ensuring he continued his treatment through dedicated outpatient visits.As Mr. Garfield had promised, Sean did not return to White Vineyard Academy. The school's management was furious, not against Sean or Mr. Garfield but their students who tarnished their reputation by verbally embarrassing Sean.The school owner fumed behind his large desk, glaring at a senior teacher. "Why did those loudmouthed students choose a global stage to spew such venomous rubbish about a fellow student who was in distress?""It baffles me. Their actions reveal a profound lack of character, sir," the teacher replied, shaking his head. "They have cost us the prestige

"They took it. Edward took it. Andrea must have sent him," she blurted."Oh, my God! What does he want from you?""I don't know. Is he the first person to be sacked?""Hmmm!" Jane wondered, a chill running down her spine. "But to come here? To take your phone? That's not about a job, that's a threat.""Exactly," Magdalene said, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. With her daughter around, she knew she would get a new phone and would connect with Anna. "It's a message," she continued. "But they've forgotten who they're dealing with. A cornered animal is the most dangerous kind." She straightened her spine, the last vestiges of the feverish woman gone. "They want a war? I'll give them one they won't forget.""You need rest, Mom," she advised her with concern.“No, I won't. The game is not over. It has only just begun," she said, a killing smile touched her lips. “It’s so much easier to play when you have nothing left to protect.”Jane allowed some minutes to pass before she took a deep

The world tilted in a nauseating whirl of sky and factory fencing. Her arms flailed, grasping for a support that wasn't there, and she landed hard on the gravel-strewn ground. A sharp pain shot through her wrist as she tried to break her fall, and the contents of her purse scattered around her like pathetic confetti."This is just the beginning," Andrea said, looking and not offering any help.Tears of pain and sheer humiliation welled in her eyes as she scrambled to get up, her injured wrist buckling under her weight. She fell again, this time onto her knees, the rough gravel biting through her stockings. The security guards watched from their post, their faces carefully neutral, refusing to meet her desperate gaze. They would not intervene. She was utterly alone.As if he was blind and could not see her plight, Andrea asked, "Where is the boss' car?" Her chest tightened. It was not just a question but a revelation that she had many questions to answer. The number of times she fell

Miller Family HouseConvincing Mr. Borodin had not been easy, but Jane had finally succeeded with a story of a sudden, urgent family matter. Ignoring her mother’s advice to “dress to kill,” she chose a casual, simple outfit and wore no makeup, her expression carefully crafted into one of weary concern."My regards to your mom," Mr. Borodin said as she walked out of the room. She arrived at her mother's house early, planning to change into the more alluring clothes she had smuggled in her bag."How are you, Mom?" she greeted, forcing a bright tone as she entered."I'm fine, my dear," Magdalene replied. "How are you holding up?" She asked her eyes scanning her daughter's face for signs of stress."I'm fine," Jane said breezily, already moving to unpack the new outfit. To speed things up, Magdalene began to help her dress. Seeking reassurance, she asked, "And how is my son-in-law?"Jane warmed at her mother’s endorsement of the man she loved. "He is fine, Mom," she responded, a note of