Todos os capítulos de Brian's Poisoned Vow – Forced to Wed, Determined to Kill : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Mr. Garfield’s House The guilty Charity walked over to Frederick’s chair and knelt beside it, placing a hand on his knee. “Oh, darling. You’re right, I was too quick to judge but don’t be too angry with me. This idea is brilliant. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to promote, wrapped up in one beautiful, glamorous package. Forgive me?”Frederick kept his face turned away, but Brian saw the telltale twitch at the corner of his father’s mouth. He was enjoying every second of this.The worn velvet of the armchair was a stage, and Frederick was its master. He caught the faint, floral scent of her perfume mingling with the beeswax and dust. It was a smell of home, of apology, of victory.He let the silence hang for a moment longer, thick and potent, drawing out the tension. He could hear the soft, pleading quality of her breath and the faint rustle of her dress as she shifted on her knees.Finally, with a great, shuddering sigh that was only half-feigned, he turned his head. His stern expr

"You need to pay for your breakfast. Right?""Oh! Thank you for that," she said and supplied her details.She got a credit alert immediately and looked at her screen. The amount thrilled her and she asked, "Just for breakfast?"To know how she felt about him, he answered, "Yes. I don't know when my sex machine would want me to penetrate her again."She hugged him and whispered, "Thank you. Your sex machine would want you to penetrate her anytime.""Sure?""Yes," she said and kissed him. I love you, my ... What's your name?""I love what you call me. Continue with it.""It's okay. The name is from my heart," she said and kissed him. "That's great," he said and tried to move."Not yet. Penetrate your sex machine again," she held him and requested. Mr. Borodin felt that she should eat. He also needed to eat. He subtly declined, "I will, but after you have your breakfast and see your mother."It made sense to her and she accepted.Banana IslandIt was an amazing moment. They stopped wh

Elsa's Apartment She was nursing the pain caused by Paul's and Joan's unsolicited messages and audios when Jane arrived. Jane felt she was still in bed and called her. She picked up the call and greeted with a tired voice, "Hello, Jane. How are you?""I'm fine Ma'am. I'm back.""Oh! Are you?" "Yes, Ma'am," she answered and her chest tightened, afraid she would ask about her mother."It's okay. Feel free. I will go out soon.""I got it, Ma'am. Thank you for your help," she appreciated, happy that she did not ask about her mother.Elsa cut the call and called one of her boys. Though he wasn't as good as Paul, he was better than nothing."Hello, Elsa. What do you want from me?" He asked arrogantly. "Why are you sounding like this, Greg?" She asked, trying to push their last ugly encounter aside."I sound like this because you said I'm not good for you. Don't disturb me please," he made clear to her and tried to end the call."Hold on, Greg," the desperate Elsa pleaded and he stopped.

Dylan’s questions hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. "It baffles me. How can a man be sick for five months, and not one of you was at his bedside?"A stunned silence followed, the shock bleeding into Robert’s voice. "We … we weren’t aware he was sick.""How would you know?" Murphy countered. "Did you ever check on him?"Elara, stung, found her bearings and defended, "Priscilla should have called to ..."She fell silent as Dylan stood abruptly, a clear signal for his companions to get up. "We will be going," he stated, already moving toward the door."Please, gentlemen, wait," Robert pleaded, rising and effectively dismissing Elara's point. Both she and the old woman stood, their focus fixed on the departing men."Don't be cross with us, my sons," the old woman implored as they reached the door. "Just tell us, which hospital is he in?""Our message is delivered," Dylan said flatly, opening the door.As they stepped out, Robert jolted into action, pulling out his phone. "I'll call h

"No ..." It was less a word and more a reflex, a denial of reality itself.His eyes, wide and unseeing, flickered from Paschal's gaunt face to the floor, to the faces of the men in the room, faces that held no surprise, only a grim, resigned pity. They had all known. The trip, the questions, the chilling silence - it all made a terrible, horrific sense. He was the last to know his own sister was gone.Robert’s grief was a physical presence in the room, so potent it was almost touchable. Murphy likely looked away, unable to bear the raw exposure of his pain. Sean’s boldness vanished, replaced by the sight of such profound adult sorrow. Dylan’s flat demeanor might finally crack with a sliver of empathy.Paschal watched, his own sickly form seeming to diminish further. He had delivered the blow. He now had to witness its aftermath, a living reminder of the loss and the five months of silence that led to that moment.Robert said nothing else. He simply sat, hollowed out, in the crushing s