All Chapters of The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The summer night was warm despite the late hour.A faint breeze drifted through the open windows of Cassel Mansion, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass from the gardens outside.Damian sat alone in his study.The room was dim except for the desk lamp illuminating the documents spread before him.He wasn't reading any of them.For the first time in days, his thoughts weren't occupied by shareholders, board meetings, Victor, or the investigation into Isabella's death.They were occupied by a woman lying unconscious in a hospital bed.A knock came from the door.Without waiting for permission, Adrian stepped inside.Neither of them bothered with greetings.Neither of them had ever been good at pretending to be brothers.Adrian dropped into the chair across from Damian and crossed one leg over the other."What do you want, brother?"Damian said nothing.Instead, he reached for a document folder and slid it across the desk.Adrian frowned slightly before opening it.The moment his eyes

The summer morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the VIP recovery suite at Moreau Medical Center.For the first time in days, the room no longer felt like a place caught between life and death.The machines still hummed quietly.The scent of antiseptic still lingered in the air.But Enola was awake.That alone changed everything.Outside, the city moved as usual beneath a bright blue sky, unaware of how close she had come to never seeing another sunrise.Enola shifted slightly against her pillow and immediately regretted it.Pain spread across her back and ribs.A faint hiss escaped her lips."Don't."Damian's voice came from beside her.She turned her head.He was sitting in a chair next to the bed, sleeves rolled up, looking far more exhausted than any billionaire CEO should.His dark hair was messy.His jaw was covered with a light shadow of stubble.Dark circles sat beneath his eyes.He looked terrible.And strangely...It made her smile.Damian noticed

The summer afternoon settled heavily over the city, wrapping everything beneath a haze of shimmering heat.Outside the Central Police Headquarters, reporters still crowded the front entrance. Ever since Ronald Hayes officially reopened Isabella Moreau's death investigation, every news outlet wanted answers.No statements had been released.No suspects had been announced.Only one fact had become public.The twenty-year-old case was no longer considered closed.Inside the building, the atmosphere was much quieter.Too quiet.The observation room overlooked an interrogation room separated by a large one-way mirror.Behind the glass stood Damian.His posture was straight, his hands buried inside the pockets of his trousers.He hadn't spoken since arriving.Beside him, Ethan held a phone carefully in both hands.On the screen appeared Enola.She was still wearing a pale hospital gown.The white pillow behind her contrasted sharply with the exhaustion on her face.Her complexion remained p

The interrogation room fell into a heavy silence. The fluorescent lights hummed softly overhead, casting a pale glow across the steel table between Ronald Hayes and Leonard Voss. Outside, the afternoon sun blazed over the city, but inside the police headquarters, the air felt cold enough to make every breath seem heavier. Leonard sat with both hands wrapped around a paper cup of untouched coffee. His shoulders were slumped. Twenty years had added more than wrinkles to his face. They had added guilt. Across from him, Ronald kept his expression calm. A recorder rested between them, its red light blinking steadily. Behind the one-way mirror, Damian stood with his arms folded across his chest. Alexander remained seated in his wheelchair beside Evelyn. His eyes never left Leonard. Ethan stood slightly behind Damian, holding up his phone so Enola could watch everything from her hospital room. No one spoke. Not until Ronald finally broke the silence. "You said Isabella wasn't call

The investigation room fell into an uneasy silence after Leonard Voss was escorted outside for a short break.The heavy steel door clicked shut behind him.No one moved.The only sound left was the quiet hum of the air conditioner battling the lingering midsummer heat that still clung to the building. Golden sunlight streamed through the tall windows, stretching long amber lines across the tiled floor. Dust drifted lazily through the light, making the room feel strangely frozen in time.Captain Ronald Hayes let out a slow breath before walking toward the large investigation board that occupied nearly an entire wall.Behind the one-way mirror, every pair of eyes followed him.Damian stood with his arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw locked so hard a muscle twitched near his temple.Beside him, Alexander sat silently in his wheelchair. His fingers rested motionless on the armrest, his expression unreadable as he stared through the glass.Evelyn clasped her hands together near