Todos os capítulos de FINDING MY MR RIGHT : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

By midnight, the CEO floor was a different place. The monitors on Bryan’s wall glowed softly in the dim light, filled with spreadsheets, IP logs, and intercepted emails. The hum of the servers was the only sound that dared disturb the stillness of the night. Luna had fallen asleep on the couch in Bryan's office, exhaustion written across her delicate features.Bryan stood, his gaze softening as he walked over and gently covered her with a blanket. For a brief second, the steel in his eyes melted — but only for her.A few minutes later, Marcus arrived, breathless, with a USB and a folder clutched tightly in his hands. The two men worked in silence until the city outside finally surrendered to the night, and the first shards of pale light began to slip under the blinds, painting faint silver lines across the floor.When Luna’s name appeared in the logs — the watermark checks, the mirrored access timestamps, Justine’s login token — Bryan felt something dark and cold settle inside him. It

It didn’t take long until every major business outlet in the Dallas had the same headline: “Blackwood Empire Faces Internal Power Shift — CEO Bryan Blackwood Exposes Family Corruption and Becomes the New Chairman of the Blackwood Empire.” The news spread like wildfire — investors buzzing, analysts scrambling to decode what the sudden shake-up meant for the Blackwood Empire. In no time, the Blackwood headquarters was already surrounded by reporters. The usual polished silence was replaced with camera flashes and shouted questions echoing against the glass façade. This was what Bryan wanted, to make his grandfather think his uncle was forced into hiding by the media because he was ready to deal with him his own way. He didn’t care what others said about him, but one thing was certain — he feared his grandfather. He knew his grandfather wouldn’t mind what he planned to do with his uncle but would be angry about not covering every edge. If Edgar could find out, anyone could. Emplo

The door to the torture room flung open as four men walked in. Two at the front were blindfolded, while the other two behind them were Skye and Blane — Bryan’s most trusted men after Marcus. Shoving the blindfolded men into the corner of the room, Skye ripped off their blindfolds. They winced at the sudden brightness, blinking as their eyes adjusted to the sterile white light of the room. Now seeing the men standing before them, one of the blindfolded men spoke up. “Who are you? Who do you work for?” Walter Blackwood asked, swallowing hard. The two men just stared back in silence, not responding to Walter’s question. “If you can’t answer me, call your boss! I’ll pay any amount he wants — money isn’t the problem!” Walter barked. Skye gave a small smirk, leaning lazily against the wall. “Do you know who I am? How dare a lowlife like you smirk while I speak? When I get out of here, let’s see if you still have that smirk on your face!” Walter spat angrily. “Dad! Dad, Dad!” Justi

Bryan pushed the door to the torture room open as he stepped in, disgust twisting in his gut at the sight of Walter’s face. “Run a DNA test,” Bryan ordered. Marcus immediately stepped forward, taking a sample from Justine. While Justine sat frozen in fear, doing whatever he was told, Walter was far from quiet. “So, what will you do now that your little pet project knows you’re a monster?” Walter teased, grinning. Ignoring him completely, Bryan said flatly, “marcus, take Walter to solitary confinement and Justine to a cell until the results are out.” Marcus grabbed Walter by the arm, dragging him toward the confinement room, while Skye and Blane carried Justine — who looked like he’d already lost the will to live. When Marcus threw Walter into the confinement room, he turned to leave. Bryan, however, walked in. The room was pure white, empty except for a single thin mattress on the floor — also white. The fluorescent light above hummed softly, throwing sharp reflections against

By noon, it began to rain. Soft at first, then steady — like the sky itself had grown heavy with Luna’s emotions.Luna sat by her window, knees drawn to her chest, watching the droplets trail down the glass in uneven lines. The world outside looked blurred, as if refusing to take a clear shape — much like her thoughts.Her phone buzzed again.Bryan.For the fifth time since she left him in the garden earlier that morning.She didn’t pick up.She knew he was calling for her to come down and eat, but she just couldn’t get herself to move.Each call made her chest tighten, but she couldn’t bring herself to hear his voice. Not yet. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him standing in that torture room — fury in his eyes, ready to kill anything that stood in his way.But then she also saw the way his hands had trembled when he reached for her — the way his voice cracked when he called her princess.Her mind was a battlefield between fear and love.And both were losing.The knock on her