All Chapters of Brian's Poisoned Vow – Forced to Wed, Determined to Kill : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Mr. Borodin kissed the baby’s forehead, the gesture a casual, effortless display of the joy Jane could not give him. "At first, they are loyal and exciting," he went on, his tone turning clinical. "But with time, they start comparing themselves to your wife, even trying to take her place.""Too bad," the host chimed in, nodding sympathetically."Exactly. They demand the same handbags, the same vacations as your lovely wife. They spin lies effortlessly and see you as little more than a financial safety net. That ugly woman you once found special becomes … entitled. Rude.""That's powerful advice for the men out there," the host said, beaming at the perfect couple."Yes," Clara affirmed, her voice serene."And what do you have to say, beautiful Mrs. Borodin?" the host asked.'Beautiful Mrs. Borodin', the title Jane had clawed for, the identity she had coveted, was bestowed upon this other woman with such casual grace. A fresh wave of nausea twisted Jane’s stomach, hot and sour. She was

Beijing - The Sanctuary of Destined GirlsThe air in Mrs. Zhang's office seemed to sparkle, charged with a rare and personal victory. The moment Valerie's invitation had arrived, she had immediately summoned Mrs. Parker, who now stood before her, radiating a similar, profound happiness."You sent for me, Mrs. Zhang," she announced, her eyes bright with curiosity."Yes," Mrs. Zhang replied, her voice thick with emotion as she gestured to a chair. "Please, sit.""Thank you," Mrs. Parker said, settling into the seat while studying her boss' unusually emotional face."We won," Mrs. Zhang declared, the simple words laden with years of struggle and hope. Her composure cracked slightly, her eyes glistening. "One of our girls … one of our precious girls has fully reclaimed her life. She's not just surviving; she's building a future." Mrs. Parker was taken aback by the raw display of feeling. She leaned forward, her voice a hushed, anxious whisper. "Which one? Who are we talking about?""Vale

"No," Valerie corrected, her voice cold and precise. "My father never married her. My mother told me she was just the janitor. She bewitched him."A dark suspicion clouded Brian's features. "Are you sure she had no hand in your mother’s death?"She sat up straight, her posture rigid with conviction. "She did. I'm sure of it.""You have my full support, then. Whatever you need. What do you want to do?""I'm going to pull that house down. Stone by stone. It's old, it's rotten, and it's filled with nothing but pain."A slow, understanding smile spread across Brian's face. "Huh," he exhaled, a sound of grim contentment. "When?""Today. That's the real reason I wanted my brother to come.""Does your father know?""No. He would stop us."Without another word, Brian fastened his seatbelt. A mirroring click sounded from Valerie's side. "I like that plan," he said, the engine roaring to life. "Let's go."He put the car in drive and called Leonard, his tone brisk and purposeful. "Meet us at hom

Brian's Apartment Leonard arrived after work as he promised. He was happy to see Sean coaching the toddler. Not minding Brian’s reason for inviting him, he joined in the training. However, little Brian must be shown love. He paused his training, toddled to Leonard, and raised his two hands."My guy," Leonard called out and lifted him high into the air, eliciting a gleeful shriek that echoed through the courtyard. He settled the boy on his hip, the small head immediately tucking itself against his shoulder. Leonard felt a familiar, warm ache in his chest. From the room, Brian and Valerie watched, a slight frown creasing Brian's forehead. "You'll spoil his focus, Leo. We were just about to leave for the old house."As if Leonard heard him, he put the boy down and said, "Let’s train," Sean, the ever-diplomatic coach, stepped in. "We have a minute more, Brian.Little Brian sighed, the sound of a man perpetually fighting a losing battle against sentiment but continued with the training.

Magdalene’s breath hitched. The words “whom you killed” did not feel like an accusation, but like a verdict, final and absolute, delivered before a jury of her peers. Her gaze swept over the crowd of neighbors, and the last fragile pillar of her defiance crumbled into dust.She had expected to see shock, perhaps even pity. Instead, she saw smirks of satisfaction. She saw Mrs. Adam, Priscilla's friend from the corner house, the one she’d always looked down upon for her attachment to Priscilla, nodding in grim approval. She saw Mr. Wong, who used to tip his hat to her, now staring with undisguised contempt. There were no gasps of sympathy, only the low murmur of consensus. They were not witnesses to an injustice, they were an audience applauding the final act of a long-awaited play. They had known. All along, they had known what she was, and they were glad to see her cast out.The exposure was a physical blow, colder than Valerie’s words and sharper than Edward’s hatred. Her social stan