All Chapters of FINDING MY MR RIGHT : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Bryan didn’t slow down once.As his car shot through the city like a streak of fury, his jaw was locked, eyes cold, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly the leather strained beneath his fingers.Marcus, following behind in another car, had already alerted the men. The Dexter estate gates were in sight.Bryan didn’t wait for permission.He slammed the car to a stop, stepped out, and pushed the gate open as if he owned the place.The guards recognized him instantly.“Mr. Blackwood—sir—”“Move,” Bryan commanded.And they moved.Not a single man dared block him.He walked straight into the mansion, every footstep echoing with lethal purpose.Inside, Sophia stood in the living room in a silk robe, hair freshly curled, staring at her phone.Her parents had gone to work and she was home alone—just her and the maids.When she heard the steps, she looked up with a bright smile.“Bry—”“Bryan baby, I knew when you came to your senses you would come for me,” she said, smiling.But she fr

Max Dexter was in his office when he got a call from Marcus, Bryan’s right-hand man.Marcus’s number flashed on Mr. Dexter’s phone.As he answered casually,his face changed instantly.“What do you mean… Bryan has my daughter?”Marcus’s calm voice came through the line, chilling.“Your daughter is being punished for a crime she willingly committed.”“What crime?!” Mr. Dexter shouted.Marcus’s tone remained steady.“She tried to murder Miss Luna.”A woman under Bryan's protection.Max Dexter’s eyes widened in horror.“I strongly suggest you come to Blackwood Hospital immediately.”Marcus hung up.There was no hesitation.Max called his wife.“Your daughter is in another trouble with Bryan. He is punishing her. Get ready, I’m coming to pick you up.”Max ended the call and rushed out of his office.He drove to Dexter’s Mall and picked up his wife as they both headed to Blackwood Hospital.Mr. Dexter sped through traffic as Mrs. Dexter cried softly into her hands.“Why would she do someth

The evening passed quietly as Luna lay on her bed, watching Bryan work on his laptop.He had missed a lot in two days, and the emails kept pouring in, but he worked silently, never taking his eyes off Luna for too long.The next morning, sunlight slipped through the window blinds. Luna slowly woke up, feeling much better than the previous day. Her body had improved a lot. Sitting up, she stared at Bryan’s peaceful face as he slept awkwardly on the couch.It wasn’t that the couch was too small — Bryan was simply too tall and broad, making it look small beneath him.He had refused to share the bed with her, insisting he didn’t want to hurt her.Standing felt like a chore since her feet were still swollen and heavy, but she managed, dragging herself forward with the stand holding her drip bag which helped her move a little easier.Reaching the couch, she sat on the floor, staring at Bryan’s handsome sleeping face.The desire to trace her fingers along his jawline filled her.His smooth h

Justine was in his room gaming. He hasn’t been doing anything lately as Catherine was spoiling him and giving him the love she didn’t give him. One would think she didn’t have two other children.Justine was enjoying the treatment. This was the life he wanted—drinking and gaming, and if he needed women, Catherine would supply them. He had his own floor to himself and partied almost every day. He was living his dream life.“Hey Justine, have you heard? Sophia is looking for a groom. She is ready to get married. My family sent gifts to see if I could have a chance,” the guy Justine was gaming with said, and Justine could hear how giddy he was about it.“What Sophia?” Justine asked, confused.“How didn’t you know? I thought you guys were friends. I am talking about Sophia Dexter.”Justine’s heart immediately skipped.His Sophia— the same one he had a crush on since he was eight. But she kept fussing about Bryan. Even though they looked alike, she still always chose Bryan. Her parents had

Alfred moved swiftly through the halls, ready to carry out Athena’s instructions. But before he could even reach the first group of waiting butlers, parents and suitor who were being entertained before they leave, he realized something unsettling. Whispers were already drifting through the estate like smoke. Rumors spread fast and wild. Maids carrying trays paused to gossip. Guards passing messages traded knowing glances. The few Suitors’ parents who didn't have butlers or came personally leaned in close, whispering among themselves. “Did you hear?” one murmured. “Mrs. Catherine Blackwood came in person!” “What? For what?” another gasped. “My cousin said she saw her walk in with her son.” “Bryan Blackwood is here, one said between gasps?” “I didn’t see Bryan’s car… maybe Justin?” Justine isn't catherines son even if he sticks to her like glue. They all laughed before sipping their tea in unison. “No, no, no!” a woman hissed dramatically. “It must be Bryan. Why else would