All Chapters of FINDING MY MR RIGHT : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Luna woke up the next morning. The mansion was unusually still, though it was a Sunday. Without the constant rhythm of staff hurrying through the halls or the buzz of Bryan’s phone, the air felt softer, almost fragile. Luna wandered barefoot into the garden, drawn to the roses glistening with dew and the trees swaying lazily in the breeze. For once, she could breathe—without deadlines, without Bryan’s sharp voice cutting into her thoughts. Curling up under the pergola, she opened a worn book she had taken from the library. The silence wrapped around her like a blanket, and for the first time in days, she let her shoulders drop. “Princess.” The deep, steady voice broke through the quiet. Luna’s head shot up to see Bryan standing a few steps away. But this wasn’t the CEO in his perfectly tailored armor. He wore a plain white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, dark slacks, no tie—no edge of power. The absence of formality disarmed her more than his piercing glares ever did. “I thoug

The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, sealing Luna and Bryan off from the stares, whispers, and chaos below.Luna stood rigid, her hands gripping the edge of Bryan’s jacket around her shoulders. The silence inside the elevator was deafening. Bryan didn’t speak. He stood beside her — still, controlled — but his jaw was tight, and the air around him pulsed with restrained rage.The faint hum of the elevator filled the space. Luna’s reflection trembled faintly in the mirrored wall — flushed cheeks, red eyes, hair in disarray. She hated that she looked broken.When the doors finally slid open to the top floor, Bryan’s office loomed ahead.“Sit,” Bryan ordered, his voice calm but dangerous.Luna hesitated at first but obeyed, lowering herself onto the edge of the leather couch. She clasped her hands together, her fingers twisting nervously.Bryan moved to his desk but didn’t sit. He stood behind it for a moment, facing the city skyline. His reflection glared back at him from the gla

The elevator doors slid open with a sharp chime. Bryan stepped out alone. The calm that had returned in front of Luna was gone — stripped away and replaced with something colder, heavier. His expression was composed, but the air around Bryan pulsed with a quiet, dangerous tension that made even the guards at the door stiffen. Bryan didn’t speak as he walked through the hall. Every step echoed against the marble floor — deliberate, steady, controlled. People whispered, but no one dared to make eye contact. Ryan met Bryan halfway down the corridor, clutching a tablet. “Sir, about what happened earlier—” “I’m aware,” Bryan cut in, his tone clipped. “Conference room. Now.” Within minutes, the department heads and several floor supervisors were seated around the long glass table. The silence was suffocating. Bryan en

Luna barely slept that night.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the shadow of men in black suits disappearing into the basement, the silent gleam of their cars under the mansion lights. No matter how hard she tried to push it away, her mind kept circling back to the same question — what could Bryan possibly be doing down there?When dawn finally broke, the house was unusually quiet. The familiar hum of the kitchen staff was gone, replaced by muffled voices that stopped whenever she walked by. Even Maria, who always greeted her with a kind smile, avoided her gaze that morning.Luna took her coffee from the counter, the warmth grounding her only for a moment.As she slipped on her heels and adjusted her blazer, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes looked tired — haunted by thoughts she couldn’t voice.“Just focus on work,” Luna whispered to herself. “You’re fine. You’re fine.”But she wasn’t.The dr

The night wind whispered through the open balcony doors, carrying the faint scent of rain and roses. Luna stood where she had been for nearly an hour, her arms folded tightly against the chill. Down below, the last of the cars had already gone silent, swallowed by the mansion’s shadows. But peace never lasted long in Bryan’s world. A commotion stirred at the gates — faint voices, hurried footsteps, the sharp tone of Maria arguing with someone. Luna leaned over the railing, her pulse quickening. Headlights cut through the darkness again as a single car screeched to a stop. A figure stumbled out. Even from a distance, Luna recognized the long dark hair, the designer heels, the desperate movements. Sophia. Her voice carried up the driveway, shrill and trembling. “Please! Just let