Todos los capítulos de Betrayed on the wedding day : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Deviana’s steps halted the moment the glass doors of the restaurant swung open. Her fingers tightened around the folder she had just retrieved from her lawyer. That afternoon was supposed to be about business—contracts, signatures, and formalities.Not about the past.But the instant her gaze caught the figure standing across the room, her breath seized in her throat.Adrian.He stood tall, dressed in a simple black shirt, yet his eyes… those eyes were unchanged. The very eyes that once made her believe she was loved—and the very same that had left her with wounds no time could mend.“Deviana…” His voice trembled, laden with a longing too raw to conceal.Her body froze. Every instinct screamed to turn around, to flee before old memories dragged her into the abyss again. But her legs refused to move. Fury clashed with disappointment, and deep, buried beneath it all, her heart still quivered at the sound of his voice.“What are you doing here?” she finally spoke, her tone cold, though h

These days, Deviana’s life felt heavier than ever. Since her unexpected reunion with Adrian, her mind had never truly been at ease. Every time she tried to push his image away, the smallest incident would bring him back.Like this morning. Deviana was walking out of her apartment building, carrying files for an important meeting. But her steps froze when she saw a man waiting by the entrance.“Deviana…” The voice was soft, thick with longing. Adrian.Her breath caught. “You…”Adrian gave a faint smile, lowering his gaze slightly. “You dropped this yesterday,” he said, handing her a scarf she had unknowingly left behind at the café.Deviana hesitated, then accepted the scarf. “Thank you…”They simply stood there, facing each other in silence. Yet in Adrian’s eyes, there was a warmth she once knew so well—a warmth that still had the power to shake her heart.---A few days later, fate brought them together again—this time in front of her office building. Rain poured heavily, and Deviana

That morning felt different for Deviana. She stood before a tall building adorned with an elegant logo: Étoile Fashion House, one of the most prestigious fashion companies she had admired for so long. Her heartbeat quickened—not just from nerves, but from the fire of hope and determination surging inside her.Today marked the beginning of her new step.Taking a deep breath, Deviana walked inside. The lobby was sleek and modern: shimmering glass walls, mannequins draped in couture gowns, and the delicate scent of fresh flowers filling the air. A receptionist greeted her warmly and guided her to the eighth floor—the home of the creative team.When the elevator doors slid open, a spacious room in shades of white and gray stretched before her. Dozens of desks overflowed with sketches, colorful fabrics, and mood boards plastered with photographs. This was the world Deviana had dreamed of.“Welcome, Deviana.”The warm voice made her turn. A man in his early thirties stood with a charismatic

The creative workspace of the renowned fashion company buzzed with chaos. Sketch papers were scattered across desks, rolls of colorful fabrics piled high, and laptops glowed with mood boards and looming deadlines.Deviana sat at her desk, her eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights. In her hand, a sketch pencil raced across paper. Her breathing was heavy, and every now and then she bit her lip to contain the rising panic.“Dev, are you sure you can finish this on time?” asked Rani, her colleague, stacking fabrics into the corner of the desk.“I have to,” Deviana replied curtly. “This is a big project, Rani. If my design concept is approved, I can finally prove myself here.”But behind the firmness of her voice, her body trembled. The deadline was only two days away, and their boss was notoriously perfectionist.---That evening, after the rest of the team had gone home, Deviana remained at her desk, staring at the glowing screen. The office lights had been dimmed; only her creative corne

“I wonder why Deviana’s ideas are always praised these days?”Sinta’s voice rang loud in the pantry, her coffee cup clinking hard against the table as if to punctuate her words.“Well, obviously, she has her own trick,” replied Ratna, the sharp-tongued senior. Her eyes flicked toward the door to make sure Deviana wasn’t nearby. “If you’re pretty, sweet, and know how to charm, everything becomes easier.”A few colleagues chuckled, while others kept their heads down, unwilling to get involved.Not far away, Deviana stood frozen in front of the water dispenser, her bottle still empty. The words pierced her ears mercilessly. She swallowed hard, pretending not to hear, then quietly stepped back before they realized she had been there.---That afternoon, the whispers in the open workspace were no longer hushed.“I’m certain she got the big project next month because someone powerful is backing her.”“Exactly. A junior like her getting a chance right away, while we’ve waited for years?”“Pe