Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Forbidden Second Marriage.: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Calista tugged at Gwen's sleeve, whispering low.“Ask the housekeeper to take our child to my mother’s house. Elena and I were pregnant at the same time, but she lost hers. I don’t want her heart breaking again when she sees ours.”“You always amaze me my angel,” Gwen praised Calista.Elena’s phone rang. She lifted the device and listened. It was Professor Gauis's voice.“Elena, you and Gerald must head for the grand hall now.”She ended the call, turned to her classmates, and spoke.“I’ll go first.”Calista gave her a warm nod.“Go with Gerald. We’ll be coming after you once we change our clothes.”Gerald had been about to take his own path, but fate dragged him to Elena’s side. Their footsteps fell in unison as they walked along the leafy campus path.“My cousin said he saw you in Glendale. He said… there was a little girl with you.” Gerald broke the silent as he speaksElena turned her head, her eyes holding no fear. “What do you want to know, Gerald?”Gerald’s hand went to the ba

Drake slammed the door. His mother gathered her flowing cape around her shoulders.Out in his car, Drake gripped the wheel. His mother’s words clawed at his mind.“I heard Elena’s voice when I was on the phone with Gerald this morning.”The growl built in his throat,, as the memory struck deeper. Driving fast through the dark road, he let one hand rest on the wheel while the other dragged through his hair. Memories clawed their way back without mercy.He was young again, back in high school, when the pack had sent their pups to a military training camp. Another boy, bold and foolish, had confessed his feelings to Elena. Without a thought, Drake gave the boy a very heavy blow on his jaw..Elena did not scold him. Instead, she had dragged him to the infirmary, her soft hands pressing a swab to the cut at the corner of his mouth. Before Drake what he was doing, his lips had brushed hers. It was a light fleeting kiss.The taste of her had stunned him. And shame chased him out the door.

Knowing Elena had drugged Drake in the past. They finally understood why Drake's madness for her had burned so fierce before his amnesia. Drake had once nearly killed someone for Elena. The memory was still whispered among the packs. He had lifted a student from Crescent Academy by the collar. Ready to hurl the boy off the rooftop. If not for Elena’s sharp voice cutting through the haze, that student would have been nothing more than a broken corpse. Elena’s command alone had stopped Donald’s beast that night. Now, standing here again, the same storm raged inside him. Could it be… had Drake regained his memory? Without Elena speaking a word, Drake pressed harder on Joan's head, his boot grinding against bone. Joan's body shook under him. “Lady Elena, I’m worthless! I pretended to be Drake’s cousin, but I am nothing. Please… tell him to spare me. I’ll never dare again! If you want, you can strike me yourself, just please call him off!” Joan's mind flashed with old stories. H

Back then, Elena’s heart had been sweet, filled with warmth whenever Drake was near. But now, not a single ripple moved inside her chest. The years had hardened her, and Drake had not grown at all. He still stood in the same place, clinging to his childishness. “The main reason for my visit today,” Elena said, “is that Durok Biotech Company has promised to provide Crescent University with a new batch of advanced laboratory equipment. The overseas suppliers are already in motion, and the shipment will arrive after the hearing. Could the machines be placed into the new laboratory building now?” The Vice Chancellor’s eyes brightened. His shoulders lifted, and his fangs flashed slightly when he smiled. “This is excellent news! The new building is ready, waiting only for the equipment. Elena, you must thank the founder of Durok Biotech Company for me. We have sent invitations many times, but the founder has refused to visit our halls or give a speech. Such a low profile for one of suc

On the other side of the city, Miriam ended the call. Her claws trembled slightly as she pressed the transfer, sending the money into Cecilia's account. She shut her phone and lifted her gaze toward Elena.“Elena, what should we do next?” Miriam asked. She sat stiffly on the couch, her hands wrapped around her knees, eyes burning with a need for vengeance.Elena moved slowly. She stood in the small kitchen, brewing coffee. “Let Lucian enjoy himself for a while,” Elena finally said. She set down the pot, carried two steaming cups, and placed one into Miriam's hands.“Lucian is addicted to gambling now,” Elena continued. “He’ll keep playing, thinking he can win. While he looks for you, he’ll sit at those tables, chasing luck until the fire inside him burns to ashes. And when he loses it all, he’ll be desperate… more desperate than ever to find you.”Miriam's fingers hovered around her cup. The heat burned her palms, yet she did not loosen her grip. “No matter what, I will make Lucian pa