Obsessed with His Unwanted Mute Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Beverly woke the next morning to find Vanya asleep in the chair beside her bed. She was curled up uncomfortably, a blanket half-fallen off her shoulders, her neck bent at an angle that would leave her sore.She had stayed all night. Watching over Beverly even when there was no need.Beverly felt a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the IV fluids or medication. This was what family felt like. Real family. Not the twisted version Irene had created.Vanya stirred and opened her eyes. Immediately, she sat up straighter. "You are awake. How do you feel? Any cramping? Any pain?"Beverly signed: A little sore. But no cramping. The baby feels okay."Good," Vanya said, relief flooding her face. "Dr. Silva will be here soon to check on you. But first, let us get you freshened up."She helped Beverly wash her face and hands without getting out of bed. Helped her brush her teeth using a basin. Helped her into a clean nightgown. Small acts of care that Beverly had not experienced sinc

It happened three days after Murphy officially accepted him as a brother. Three days after Diro thought he had finally found his place in the Fernandez family. Three days after he started to believe he could move forward.Diro was in his room reviewing the documents he had stolen from Irene's safe. Photographs of bank transfers. Recorded conversations with judges. Evidence of bribes paid to dozens of officials over two decades. Everything needed to destroy her political network.Then he came across a folder he had not noticed before. It was labeled simply: "Diro - Insurance."His hands shook as he opened it.Inside were files about him. About things he had done over the years while working for Irene. Crimes he had committed. People he had hurt. All documented meticulously.There was evidence of the hostile takeover he had orchestrated against the Fernandez shipping business. The one that had nearly bankrupted Murphy's operations. Photos of the meeting where he had signed the papers. R

The next day, Diro returned to Beverly's room as promised. He brought flowers-simple daisies from the compound garden. Nothing expensive or showy. Just something alive and growing.Beverly smiled when she saw them. Vanya put them in a vase by the window where Beverly could see them from her bed."I will give you two privacy," Vanya said. "But I am right outside if you need anything."After she left, Diro settled into the chair beside Beverly's bed. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, just being together."How are you feeling today?" Diro asked.Beverly signed: Better. No cramping. The baby has been moving more. I think he or she is getting stronger."That is good," Diro said. "Dr. Silva says another week of bed rest and you will be past the critical danger period."One more week, Beverly signed. I can do one more week."You have been so strong through all of this," Diro said. "Stronger than I could have been."Beverly shook her head. Signed: Not strong. Just desperate. Despe

The next morning, Faye was brought from her holding room to Don Fernandez's office for further questioning. This time, only Diro was present with Don Fernandez. Murphy was coordinating the media release scheduled for that afternoon.Faye looked tired. Her makeup was smudged. Her hair disheveled. The polished exterior from yesterday had cracked."Did you sleep well?" Don Fernandez asked, his tone neutral."As well as anyone can sleep knowing they have betrayed the most dangerous woman in the country," Faye said. She looked at Diro. "You know what she is capable of. You know what she will do to me if she finds out I talked.""Then it is fortunate you are here instead of with her," Don Fernandez said.Faye leaned forward, her hands clasped together on the table. "I need you to understand something. Yesterday I was following a script. Irene told me what to say. How to act. What to offer. But now I want to tell you the truth. My truth.""We are listening," Don Fernandez said.Faye took a d

Despite the increased security and constant surveillance, Faye found a way.It happened on the second day after she arrived at the compound. Beverly was still on bed rest in the medical wing. Vanya had gone to get breakfast for both of them from the main kitchen, as she did every morning.What no one knew was that Faye had spent the previous night studying the compound's routines. Watching when guards changed shifts. Noting when the kitchen staff prepared meals. Memorizing the timing of everything.She had hidden a small vial in her shoe. Something she had brought with her when she first arrived. The guards had searched her clothing and bag thoroughly but had not checked inside the lining of her shoes.When the guard outside her holding room took a bathroom break-a thirty-second window-Faye picked the simple lock on her door. She had learned lock-picking when she was fifteen. Irene had insisted on it. Every Carter woman needed to know how to get in and out of places.She moved quickly