All Chapters of FINDING MY MR RIGHT : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Luna and Victoria had their breakfast in silence, while Luna’s mind kept running in circles, wondering what Victoria would tell her about Bryan’s past.As soon as they were done eating, Luna sat on the couch in her room, ready to know the reason behind it all.Victoria, seeing her eagerness, took a deep breath before sitting beside her.Then she began, “Bryan has what you can call an inherited darkness.”Victoria paused, scanning Luna’s face.Swallowing hard, Luna said, “I don’t understand what you mean by inherited darkness.”“Some cruelty is caused by trauma, or poverty, or any factor you could think of,” Victoria continued. “While some people are simply born wrong — charming, brilliant, but emotionally hollow.”“You’re confusing me, Vic. I don’t understand,” Luna said.“Just follow what I’m saying carefully; you’ll understand, okay?” Victoria replied, patting Luna’s hair gently.“You already know the Blackwoods come from a long line of aristocrats, entrepreneurs, and political elit

Bryan sat in his study long after Victoria left, the dim light casting sharp shadows across the room. The rain had stopped, but its scent still lingered in the air — damp, cold, and heavy with unease.The fireplace flickered weakly, the glow reflecting off the glass of half-finished whiskey on his desk. It was silent, too silent, except for the faint ticking of the antique clock that seemed to mock his restlessness.His reflection in the window stared back at him: composed on the outside but burning underneath. Every decision he’d made in the last forty-eight hours replayed in his mind — Walter’s screams, Luna’s tears, Justine’s terrified expression.Bryan leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He had control over everything — the company, the family, the empire — but when it came to Luna, control slipped through his fingers like water.He whispered to the empty room, “She looked at me like I was a monster.”The words hung in the air, soft but sharp.And maybe she

The next morning came gray and silent, the sky over the mansion still heavy with clouds. The rain had stopped, but its memory clung to the windows, streaked and trembling like the house itself had cried overnight.Bryan stood by the window of his study, hands in his pockets, suit crisp, expression unreadable. He had invited his family to inform them about Justine. It was a perfect opportunity — Luna would be at work and his mother wouldn’t see her to say anything hurtful. It was better than Victoria’s idea of it being in the evening; that way Luna would be back from work.Marcus entered quietly, holding a sleek black folder.“Everyone’s here, sir. The extended family — they’re all waiting downstairs.”Bryan gave a short nod. “And Justine?”“In the side room,” Marcus said, his tone careful. “He’s still shaken… but calm.”Bryan’s eyes hardened slightly. “Good. He’ll need that composure.”He turned toward the mirror one last time, straightening his tie. Though the reflection staring back

The door to the basement slammed shut behind Bryan. Making sure it was locked before someone else wonder inside again, he adjusted his cufflinks and headed to the main building.In the foyer, Marcus waited. “Sir, your mother, father, Miss Sophia, and Justine have already left for the estate,” he reported.Bryan nodded, his expression unreadable. “Good. Have someone ensure my mother doesn’t drive herself into exhaustion. Also, get the doctor to check up on her regularly.”“Yes, sir,” Marcus replied sharply.Bryan stepped outside, the chill breeze brushing against his face. The clouds were heavy but no longer threatening to rain. Across the driveway, Catherine’s car was already pulling away — Sophia talking animatedly beside her, William silent as always, and Justine sitting stiffly in the back seat. Bryan’s gaze lingered on them for a moment, then turned toward his own black car waiting at the edge of the driveway.“Work,” Bryan said as the driver started the car.The drive to the head

For a moment, neither of them moved. Bryan’s hand lingered against her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. The warmth between them filled the silence — quiet and gentle.Luna could feel Bryan’s gaze tracing her face, the intensity softer, almost tender.“You really have a habit of catching me off guard,” Bryan murmured.“Maybe you just like pretending you can’t be surprised,” luna replied with a small smile.That earned a quiet chuckle from Bryan — rare, low, and fleeting. Bryan leaned back slightly, still watching her. “You should go before I make you regret being this thoughtful.”Luna blinked. “Is that supposed to be a warning?”“A compliment,” Bryan said simply.Luna smiled, shaking her head, and started to gather the leftover cake and the opened wine. “Then I’ll take these before you change your mind about the raise.”As Luna left Bryan’s office, she spotted Trevor and Ryan standing awkwardly inside her office, both pretending to be deep in conversation with each