All Chapters of The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

168 Chapters

131. The Things the Dead Tried to Hide

Damian rarely felt nervous.Angry?Yes.Impatient?Frequently.Dangerous?Almost always.But nervous?That was different.Tonight, as he stepped into the evidence division of the police headquarters, he felt something disturbingly close to it.Ronald Hayes was already waiting.The police commissioner looked tired.His tie was loosened, and several files were tucked beneath his arm."You got here fast.""You said you found something."Ronald nodded."I did."Neither of them wasted time.A few minutes later, Damian was sitting inside a small viewing room.A monitor stood on a table.An evidence technician connected a flash drive.The room dimmed.The video began.At first, nothing seemed unusual.The image quality was poor.The recording was old.Very old.The timestamp showed a date from nearly three decades ago.A young Isabella appeared on the screen.Damian's chest tightened instantly.Even after all these years, he recognized her immediately.The same eyes.The same smile.The same

132. The Woman Beside Him

The news exploded before noon.By the time Enola stepped out of the elevator at Spark Winery, every major business outlet had already picked up the story.Not because of the murder investigation at Elysian Reserve.Not because of the growing tension between Spark Winery and Cassel Group.But because of a photograph.One single photograph.Damian Cassel and Sofiya Whitmore standing side by side after a press conference.The headline was impossible to miss.THE WOMAN STANDING BESIDE DAMIAN CASSELEnola stared at the tablet Luna handed her.Then she calmly handed it back."Anything else?"Luna blinked."That's it?""What reaction are you expecting?"Luna hesitated."Maybe... anger?"Enola walked toward her office."I'm too busy to be angry over a photograph."That should have been reassuring.Instead, it made Luna more nervous.Because whenever Enola became too calm, someone usually suffered afterward.Inside her office, Enola dropped her handbag onto the couch before opening another rep

133. The Name That Shouldn't Exist

The morning felt heavier than usual.Not because of the weather.Not because of the endless headlines still circulating about Elysian Reserve.But because nobody in the Enolian mansion had truly slept.Damian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his study, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a cup of black coffee that had long gone cold.His eyes were fixed on the city skyline.Unmoving.Unreadable.The discovery from Gabriel Ford's apartment had shattered whatever fragile calm he still had left.A video.A simple video.Yet somehow it carried more weight than years of investigations.The door opened.Damian didn't turn around.He already knew who it was.Enola entered carrying a tablet in one hand."You haven't slept."Neither had she.Damian glanced at her."You look like you haven't either."A faint smile touched her lips."I learned from the best."His gaze softened slightly.Only slightly.These days, even small moments of softness felt rare.Before e

134. The Shares of the Dead

The Elysian Reserve crisis had become the biggest topic in the city for nearly a week.News channels wouldn't stop talking about it.A body discovered inside one of the private villas.A police investigation.Questions about security.Questions about management.Questions about whether Elysian Reserve was still safe.The headlines were relentless.Unfortunately, Cassel Group and Spark Winery had both been dragged into the mess.Which was exactly why Enola sat at the head of the conference table that morning, listening to the latest report from the Elysian management team."The public sentiment is improving slightly," one executive said. "But not enough."Enola folded her arms."That's expected."The executive nodded."We need something bigger."Silence settled around the room.Then Hayle spoke."What about the anniversary event?"Several heads immediately turned.Enola looked at him.Hayle continued."Spark Winery's fifty-fifth anniversary is next month."A few people exchanged glance

135. The Last Witnesses

The lights in the penthouse study were still on long after midnight.The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but neither Damian nor Enola paid attention to it.A half-finished cup of coffee sat forgotten beside Damian's laptop.Enola was seated across from him, replaying the recording she had secretly made during her conversation with Emirez Cassier.Again.And again.And again.The old man's voice filled the quiet room.Fragments.Names.Dates.Hints.Nothing complete.Yet somehow, all of it felt connected.Damian leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.For the first time, the documents Adrian had handed over and Emirez's testimony seemed to point toward the same conclusion.A pattern.Not coincidence.Not a tragic love triangle.Not merely Clarisse.Something much bigger.Someone had been erasing evidence for decades.Someone had been cleaning every trail that led back to Isabella Moreau Cassel.Enola paused the recording.The silence that followed felt heavy.

136. The Side You Chose

The video of Clarine and Victor arguing inside Cassel Group spread faster than anyone expected.By noon, it was already everywhere.Business pages.Financial forums.Entertainment news.Even gossip accounts.Everyone had an opinion.Some mocked Clarine.Some criticized Victor.Others focused on Sofiya.The scandal became public entertainment.And public entertainment was exactly the kind of thing investors hated.Inside Cassel Group's headquarters, the atmosphere felt unusually tense.People lowered their voices when they passed each other.Executives avoided unnecessary conversations.No one wanted to become the next headline.Victor had spent years building an image of control.One careless public scene had cracked that image.Not enough to destroy him.But enough to hurt.And Damian knew it.Unfortunately, he had no time to enjoy it.A knock came from his office door."Come in."Sofiya entered carrying several reports.Professional.Elegant.Composed.As if the entire scandal outsi

137. The Box That Shouldn't Exist

The next morning arrived with clear blue skies and relentless summer heat.Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Cassel mansion, washing the marble floors in gold.Damian barely noticed it.He had spent most of the night awake.Between the recording from Emirez Cassier, Adrian's information about Clarisse's shares, and the growing list of names connected to Isabella's death, sleep had become impossible.His coffee had long gone cold when his phone rang.The caller ID made him pause.Alexander Cassel.Damian stared at the screen for several seconds before answering."Father."A brief silence followed.Then Alexander spoke."I want to see you."Damian leaned back in his chair."About what?""Your mother."That was enough.Half an hour later, Damian's car entered the private cemetery owned by the Cassel family.The summer wind stirred gently through rows of white stone monuments.The cemetery was quiet.Peaceful.Too peaceful.Alexander was already there.Standing b

138. The Truth Isabella Died For

The summer afternoon was unusually quiet.Warm sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Moreau mansion, casting long golden shadows across the polished wooden floor. Outside, cicadas hummed lazily among the trees while a gentle breeze stirred the roses blooming along the garden paths.It should have felt peaceful.Instead, tension sat heavily in the room.Enola stood beside the long conference table in Evelyn Moreau's private study.Damian was across from her.Alexander sat silently near the window.Evelyn occupied the head chair.And Viona had just arrived carrying a large archival box.No one spoke immediately.Because everyone understood one thing.The answers they had been searching for might finally be inside that box.Viona carefully placed it on the table."I almost got caught," she said lightly.Nobody laughed.Evelyn's gaze settled on the box."Open it."Enola lifted the lid.Dust drifted into the air.Old files.Handwritten notes.Financial records.Medical reports.T

139. The Hunt Begins

The summer sun hung high above the city, flooding the skyline with bright golden light.Normally, it would have been the kind of morning people enjoyed.Not today.Not for Damian Cassel.Not for anyone involved in the truth buried beneath twenty years of lies.**At the police headquarters, the atmosphere was unusually tense.Detectives moved quickly between desks.Printers hummed.Phones rang.Conversations were kept low.Inside a conference room on the third floor, Ronald Hayes stood before a large investigation board.Photos.Documents.Old reports.Death certificates.Witness statements.Everything connected to one name.Isabella Moreau.For twenty years her death had been labeled an accident.For twenty years everyone had accepted that conclusion.Now they weren't so sure anymore.Ronald crossed his arms.His eyes swept across the room."Listen carefully."The room immediately fell silent."This is no longer a historical review."Several detectives straightened.Ronald's gaze har

140. The Price of Truth

The summer afternoon was unbearably hot.Heat shimmered above the asphalt outside the city, turning the distant roads into wavering illusions. Even the trees lining the countryside seemed exhausted beneath the relentless sun.Inside the police headquarters, however, the atmosphere was far colder.Ronald Hayes stood near his desk, phone still in his hand.The call with Leonard Voss had ended less than five minutes ago.And it had changed everything.Across from him, Damian sat in silence.Ethan stood nearby while several detectives moved in and out of the room.Ronald rubbed his jaw."Leonard confirmed it."Damian slowly lifted his eyes.Ronald continued."Aldric Moreau is alive."The words landed heavily.Nobody spoke for several seconds."He also confirmed Isabella met him three days before her death."Damian's expression darkened."Did Leonard tell you where Aldric is?""No."Ronald shook his head."He disappeared years ago."A curse nearly escaped Damian.Nearly.But he swallowed i

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