Betrayed on the wedding day のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here until you wake,” Deviana’s voice was hoarse as she tightened her grip around Adrian’s cold fingers.She sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, eyes swollen from crying. The IV was taped to Adrian’s arm; the heart monitor’s slow rhythm filled the room like a steady test of Deviana’s endurance.Lila stood near the door, looking worried. “Dev, you need to rest. I can watch him for a while.”Deviana shook her head quickly. “No, Lila. I… I can’t leave him again. If he wakes up and I’m not here, I’ll never forgive myself.”Lila exhaled slowly. “You said you wanted to let him go, but look at you now. You’re crying, holding his hand—you can’t bear to be away from him.”“I don’t love him anymore…” Deviana blurted out, her voice trembling.Lila fixed her with a sharp look. “Say that to his face when he wakes. Dare you?”Deviana choked. Her eyes dropped back to Adrian’s pale face. She fell silent.---Hours passed. The room was filled only with the soft

“If you want to destroy her, do it cleanly — don’t leave any trace that points back to us.”Leviana fixed her stare on the man across from her with an intensity that made the small office feel even smaller. On the coffee table lay several printed photos; the laptop screen showed fake gossip accounts. The neon light hummed overhead, but the whispered plotting that had just begun felt far louder.“I understand, Miss Lev,” the man replied curtly. “We’ve prepared the fake accounts, some influencers, and one insider at Deviana’s fashion office.”Leviana nodded, the corners of her mouth curling faintly. “Good. Start small — drop hints in private groups, make people wonder. Then escalate: a ‘coincidental’ hotel photo, staged to look believable.”The man lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke before continuing. “About the hotel photo, we have options. Someone can pose as hotel staff and take the picture, or—”“Of course hotel staff,” Leviana cut in quickly. “Easier to control. Make the photo slightl

“Lila, I can’t stay silent!”Deviana set a cup of coffee on the table with a trembling hand. Her eyes were red—not just from fatigue, but from a rising anger.Lila looked at her, worried. “Dev… are you sure? Fighting someone who clearly has money and influence? I’m afraid you’ll only make things worse.”“I don’t care!” Deviana slammed the table. “I already lost a major client, and if I keep quiet, everyone will think I’m some kind of cheap woman. I have to speak up.”---That afternoon, Deviana swallowed her fear and attended an exclusive interview with a major media outlet. She sat in the chair, trying to look composed though her heart pounded.The journalist cued the recorder. “Ms. Deviana, the public has been shocked by a photo of you in a hotel with a man. Do you want to clarify?”“That’s slander,” Deviana answered firmly. “That photo is fake, and I never did what they’re accusing. I devote my life to my work, not scandals.”The journalist nodded, then offered a faint smile. “Alri

“No, Lila. I can’t keep hiding like this,” Deviana’s voice was hoarse but resolute.Lila looked up from the stack of documents on the studio table. “Dev… you haven’t even recovered from the storm of yesterday’s news. Are you sure you want to fight back? They clearly have a powerful network.”“I don’t care how strong they are,” Deviana gripped her phone tightly. “If I stay silent, my life will be destroyed. My career, my reputation, even the people who believe in me… all gone. I have to find the truth.”---That night, Deviana sat at her laptop and replayed the video used to smear her. She watched carefully, studying every detail. Her eyes narrowed when she noticed a faint reflection in the hotel mirror in the footage.“Look at this,” she said, pointing at the screen to Lila. “The reflection in the mirror… that’s not my face. The build is different. They missed a small detail.”Lila leaned in, her eyes widening. “You’re right! That proves the video was manipulated.”Deviana allowed a t

“Deviana Pramesti?”The deep voice made Deviana, who had just closed her studio door, spin around.A man in a black suit stood under the streetlight, his face half-hidden by the shadow of a hat. His gaze was sharp, threatening—like a blade aimed straight at her heart.Deviana took a step back, her body rigid. “Who are you? What do you want?”The man walked closer with slow, measured steps. “I’m just a messenger. A message from someone who doesn’t want you poking around anymore.”“A message?” Deviana lifted her chin, trying to hide her fear. “If you’re Leviana’s stooge, just say so! I’m not afraid of her.”He gave a short, cold laugh. “You should be. People who oppose her… don’t usually last long.”---Deviana clenched her fists. “I won’t back down. If she tries to ruin me with lies, I’ll fight back with the truth.”The man stopped a meter away. “Truth? The world doesn’t care about truth, Deviana. The world cares about who controls the story. And right now… that’s not you.”“If you thi