All Chapters of The Forbidden Second Marriage. : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Drake's voice was almost too calm, as if he had already weighed the dangers hidden behind the words. He gave his final answer with a low growl.“Okay!”The line went dead. Cassandra slowly lowered the phone from her ear. Her wolf’s eyes burned as she turned toward Zaria. A faint smile crept onto her face. Cassandra’s laugh slipped out soft, yet it dripped with mockery.“Zaira, help me reach Thompson Corporation. Drake is right. This threat has lingered over us long enough. The bond has been sealed, the contract signed in blood. Now it’s time I face Damian.”Zaira's frown deepened. She crossed her arms over her chest, her wolf bristling at Cassandra’s words.“Don’t worry,” Cassandra continued, her tone smooth, almost playful. “Elena’s nature is solid. Damian trusts her. As long as she promises she won’t speak, her lips will stay sealed. The head of Thompson Corporation himself said in an interview that they chose me because I carry their style and their strength.”“ When I speak to Da

Cassandra hastily locked her phone and she tried to hold herself together. “Excuse me if I speak out of turn, but… did things go wrong with your mate?” Damian asked.She responded and at the same time shook her head. “No. I don't know why I'm finding it difficult to hold myself together.” She inhaled hard. “Director Berkeley is waiting. Let’s go inside.”Damian’s focus held steady, realizing she was masking pain she refused to put into words. But he didn’t push. Cassandra lifted her head and asked Damian, “am I okay now?” Her gaze met Damian's eyes.“You don't need to be worried about that because you are already a star,” Damian murmured. He pressed the door open, then stepped aside to let her pass.Cassandra passed through and Damian followed close behind. There was a raw beauty in her that awakened his instincts.Even as admiration stirred within him, a shadow of doubt remained. Years back in San Diego, someone rescued him from dying. Because it's quite a long time, he is still

Elena kept close to Raven, the woman’s presence forced Drake to stop in his tracks. Raven's bodyguard stepped in and blocked Drake from trespassing. Drake couldn't do anything because of Raven's bodyguards. So he was only staring at Raven and Elena as they walked out of that coffee shop.Immediately they got to the entrance of the hotel, Elena appreciated Raven for standing in for her. “Thank you for today, Raven.”Raven's lips curved into a measured smile. “Since you are kin to Dolphus, it is only natural that I protect you. If you truly want to repay me, then deliver this message to him. Tell Dolphus this… in my eyes, marriage with him is not love but partnership. And I am the most suitable partner he could ever choose.”Elena was surprised at those words. She knew Raven had been trying to contact Dolphus, but he refused to take her calls. That was why Raven had chosen her, hoping Elena could become her voice.Right now, Dolphus stood at a crossroads. His identity as Santiago's son

Elena could not understand why Raphael Farrington stood there, or could she grasp the weight of the words he had just spoken. Her face was blank.“Of course, Dolphus does not know I am in Moscow,” Elder Farrington said. He set his glasses and book on the small stool beside him and picked up the matching report. “If we keep it that way, I will not tell him that we have met. My daughter needs a kidney transplant. The healers say blood of kin lowers the risk of rejection. I am too old, too weak for it. But you are the perfect match. Will you give it to her?”Even though he stood here asking for her help, he could not bring himself to call her what she was… his granddaughter.“She…” Elena pushed herself upright against the head of the hospital bed. She forced herself to sit tall, her wolf whining within her. Her tear-filled eyes shone with worry. “What happened to her?”“You do not need to know the details,” Raphael Farrington replied. “If you refuse, I will still find another. There is n

Elena no longer had the strength to love another soul. Her heart was empty of warmth. All that remained inside her was a fire of hatred, burning deep.“Hatred?”The voice came from the entrance.Elena’s head snapped around. She kept her eyes on the entrance door until she realized who it was. A gray-haired gentleman stood by the doorway, a wooden tray in his hands with steam rising from a cup of coffee.Elena knew that face. He was the retired butler of the Farrington family. Richard, Dolphus’s trusted assistant, had once mentioned him. Hawksley the old butler, who had left the estate years ago to manage the farm in Glendale outskirts for the Gamma.“What?” Elena’s voice was low, as though she expected betrayal hidden below his gentle smile.Hawksley walked toward her. He set the small table on the side of her bed, then placed the cup before her.“What I meant to say,” he began, “is that you must remember this hatred, Elena. You must let it sharpen your thoughts. Only then can you fac