All Chapters of The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sky above Cassel Manor was covered in a thin fog that afternoon. Damian was taking Enola to rest, while Evelyn sat in the main reading room. This room had often been used by her late daughter, Isabella Moreau Cassel, Damian’s mother.Rows of mahogany shelves stood close together, the scent of old books mingling with the aroma of black tea. Evelyn stared at an old photo on the table—a portrait of Isabella smiling next to a young Alexander who still had a sparkle in his eyes, not the coldness he had now.The door opened slowly. Alexander entered, his black suit neat as usual, his steps steady but cautious.“You still visit this place.” Alexander’s steps stopped beside the large mahogany table.“This is the only room in the manor that still reminds me that Cassel once had a heart,” Evelyn responded to Alexander, her tone reminiscent of her daughter’s.Alexander strolled behind Evelyn’s chair and stood there. Two equally strong figures, only different in the way they showed affection.

The afternoon breeze carried the faint scent of the sea to the upper-floor window of Cassel Tower. From her office, Enola looked at the sky, which was turning gray—a sign that a storm was coming.But the real storm was not outside, but within Cassel’s own world.On her phone screen, an encrypted message from Luna had just arrived. It contained only two words.“They’re moving.”Enola called Luna to come see her immediately and discuss what was currently happening in the enemy camp. A few minutes later, Luna arrived carrying Enola’s favorite chocolate cake.A smile lit up Enola’s face when Luna showed her the chocolate cake she had brought.“You always know when I need chocolate cake.”Luna placed the cake on Enola’s desk and let her young mistress unwrap it.“I know you’re not in a good state. Especially because of your pregnancy and the situation around you.” Luna’s guesses were always accurate. She smiled as she watched Enola happily eat the chocolate cake she had bought. “How is t

It was midnight when Damian stood on the balcony of his private room, staring at the dark city sky. The mysterious call from a few hours ago still echoed in his head.Enola’s name was mentioned, along with the death of the woman’s parents. And those last words— “Don’t bring anyone, including him.”He knew it was a trap. But on the other hand, his heart refused to ignore the possibility that there was a truth that had been buried all this time. A truth that could destroy the woman who was slowly filling his life. “I can’t let Enola know... not yet,” Damian said to himself, as if he were afraid of doing something stupid that would complicate the situation later.From the next morning, Enola began to notice something different. Damian rarely spoke. He began to receive frequent personal calls and leave without explanation.His gaze, which was usually sharp and controlled, now seemed to hide something—a burden or a secret, Enola didn’t know.The quiet breakfast made Enola unable to resi

The news of Enola’s fainting spell and Damian’s panic is still a hot topic in the business media.Some of the public see this moment as proof of the humanity behind this ambitious couple. Still, behind the scenes, Adrian sees an opportunity—and begins to prepare a new attack.In the dark meeting room, illuminated only by the light from the large screen on the wall, Adrian stood in front of several shareholders, playing old videos and documents:Several Cassel projects that were not recorded in public reports, Damian’s overseas travel records, and documents he referred to as “internal confidential files.”“See for yourselves. Damian Cassel is not the hero you think he is. He hid transactions, projects that were not approved by—and now, he is dragging his wife into this mess.” Adrian seemed eager to influence the shareholders’ opinion of Damian.Some of the directors began to feel uneasy.The atmosphere in the room heated up, just before the sound of a metal cane tapping the floor th

Soft light from the hospital window penetrated the thin curtains, falling on Enola’s still pale face.Bandages covered her arm, while the heart rate monitor beeped steadily—a rhythm that was soothing music to Damian, who sat in the chair beside her.For two nights, Damian never left the room. His suit hung on a chair, his hair was messy, his face looked tired but tense—like someone who had just realized how close he had come to losing something.Damian Cassel was not a man who was easily shaken. But this time, one small wound on Enola’s body felt like hundreds of wounds on his own body.When Enola woke up, her voice was hoarse and soft.“You haven’t slept yet?” Enola looked at Damian, whom she was seeing for the first time in such a disheveled state.Damian smiled faintly, but his eyes were still sharp.“No need. I just need to make sure you stay here.”“Damian, I’m not that weak.” Enola sounded a little annoyed. She didn’t want Damian to see her as a weak woman. “No. But I am weak