บททั้งหมดของ Call Off The Wedding!: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Let go of me!" I shouted.They didn't release me; instead, they struck my back a few more times. Pain flared and I bared my teeth, furious. "Are you insane? I'm the bride. This is my wedding church, and you're beating me up? You'll pay for this!" I warned.The bodyguards ignored me; they were Nina's people. The crew nearby began whispering among themselves."That bride has no sense. Nina is Yves's best friend. She's decorating the church with his approval. Why not just go along and stop making a fuss?""Exactly. This must be with Yves's consent. What's the big deal? Just put up with it.""She probably thinks marrying Yves gives her the right to call the shots. But Yves dotes on Nina. Everyone knows that."Their murmurs grated on my nerves. I cursed myself for not investigating Yves's past before agreeing to marry him; if I'd known his social circle was so twisted, I would have chosen differently.Nina's lips curled in scorn. "Hear that? I'm the person who matters most to Yv

Yves hesitated. The conflict in his eyes betrayed the calculations running through his mind.Nina pressed anxiously, "Don't worry, it's not that you refused to marry, it's that she didn't want you. Your parents won't blame you. And besides, you're the only heir. You're clever; you'll inherit the family business no matter what."Her words swayed him. His gaze cleared with sudden realization. "You're right. I can marry you, Nina."Then he turned to me, his look filled with disdain."A woman like you—pretty on the outside but shallow within—is nothing more than decoration in a household. You'll just be an embarrassment in public."I forced down the storm rising inside me, turned without expression, and walked away.I wouldn't marry him. Let him marry whomever he wished—it had nothing to do with me. Thankfully, I didn't love this man. If I had, my heart would have shattered.The truth was, it had been my father who first proposed the match, though Yves initially refused. Later, hi

No one owned up.He turned to me. "Lucy, what happened to your house? And the files you were guarding? Are they safe?"I shrugged and fixed my gaze on Yves and Nina. "They destroyed my house. I suspect they're enemy agents sent to wreck the documents."I don't start trouble with others—but if someone provokes me, they must pay.Yves and Nina looked stunned, confused by my accusation. I kept my expression steady and reported to my superior, Merck Varrick. "Sir, I was tidying up the files when they came and tore my villa apart. The documents are probably buried beneath the rubble."Merck's face went cold as he turned on Yves and Nina. "Who are you? How dare you mess with one of us?"I seized the opening and poured fuel on the fire. "They're a pair—a backstabbing couple. He was supposed to marry me, but she seduced him away."I sounded wounded, playing the part. "I tried to be patient, but they went too far. They destroyed my house and even talked about selling me off to a foreig

Nina trembled with fear, but she couldn't stand to see her lover threatened, so she put on a show of bravado."The Laurent family has connections in both the formal and the underworld. If you arrest him, you won't be able to get away with it."Merck's eyes slid over her with utter contempt; he didn't even bother to take her seriously."If we want to make the Laurent family disappear, they disappear. Besides, you crossed a line."At his words, Yves's bodyguards staggered back, no longer shielding him."Really? The Laurent family's finished?""This is too big. These people aren't to be trifled with.""If we clash head-on, we'll lose."One by one, the bodyguards fled, desperate to avoid being implicated. I snorted. This proved how unpopular Yves truly was; without his family, he had no protection.Yves looked humiliated but furious. "Lucy, you set us up!"I shrugged with a crooked smile, amused. "Please. Didn't I warn you before you started the demolition? Power and money don'

On the day Yves was to be sentenced, he asked to see me, saying he had something to tell me.Curious about his intentions, I agreed.In the visitation room, I found him in prison garb. His once-handsome face now looked fragile and helpless, his eyes lined with weariness. For a moment, I was caught off guard.I remembered the first time I met him—dressed in a crisp white shirt, slender glasses perched on his nose, sunlight brushing over him as he exuded warmth and elegance. He had made a striking impression, and in that instant, my heart had stirred. I even imagined a life spent by his side.But he squandered my sincerity.The moment I sat down, he rushed to apologize. "I'm sorry, Lucy. I messed up. Can you forgive me?"My face remained composed as I answered coolly, "I don't hate you. The law will teach you how to live as a better man."His expression froze, stiff as if glued in place. "I truly know I was wrong. Please, help me. I don't want to go to prison."So that was why he