All Chapters of The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The winter wind rolled in from the north, piercing the city’s concrete walls like a knife. The sky was gray—the clouds looked so heavy that it felt as if they would collapse on anyone standing beneath them.In one of the old buildings in the industrial area, Clarisse sat in a cracked black leather chair. Her green eyes seemed darker than usual—a new shadow, wild and no longer controlled.After escaping from Vendrake’s underground, Clarisse’s body was covered in bruises and welts, but her gaze was sharp. Cruel.She had lost all footing, and that made her dangerous.Lysander stood in front of her, smoking unhurriedly.“So,” he said, blowing out smoke. “You have no one left but me.”Clarisse chuckled—strange, bitter, yet with a hint of cold interest.“Everyone left me. Everyone... except you.”Lysander lowered his cigarette.“I didn’t leave you. But I don’t work for free.”The atmosphere thickened.“Just tell me your plan.”Lysander moved closer, his voice low and cold.“Destroy the Cass

Winter will soon come to an end. However, the snow is still falling heavily and slowly. The wind feels colder even though all this will soon be over. Some people hope that something will end quickly, such as the war that will soon be extinguished.The old airport on the southern outskirts of the city looked like a ghost building—the runway lights flickered, only a blanket of snow was visible, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. A black helicopter with its rotors still spinning waited at the end of the runway, while the cold wind blew and the snow piled up on the ground like a stage for the final act of this war.“Target moving to evacuation point. Twenty seconds to helicopter,” Reo’s voice sounded firm over the radio.Enola monitored from the command vehicle, holding her tension. Damian stood beside her, his body covering part of the window like a human shield.Lysander’s footsteps cut through the darkness. He ignored the snow on his expensive coat, his face tense. He pe

Spring arrived with temperatures that were still bitterly cold. Still, the branches in the Moreau family mansion’s yard were beginning to show their first green buds. The morning air was filled with the damp scent of thawing soil, and the wind carried magnolia scent from the east side of the yard.Cassel’s private jet landed at the Moreau private airport, and the news of Damian Cassel’s arrival—heir to the Cassel Group and eldest grandson of the Moreau family—shook the entire mansion.Evelyn waited in the large sitting room of the Moreau mansion, her face pale, her shoulders wrapped in a thin blanket. As soon as Damian and Enola entered, Evelyn stood up, surprised and relieved.“You guys... why didn’t you let me know first?” Evelyn’s voice trembled, but her eyes sparkled.Damian approached, bent down, and kissed his grandmother’s forehead.“You’re sick, Grandma. How could I stay there or at the Cassel mansion while my family was in danger?”Enola put her hand on Evelyn’s shoulder.“

Damian’s situation.At the hotel.Spring was slowly stirring outside the window of the hotel where Damian was staying. Rain had been falling since dawn, wetting the glass balcony that opened onto the city. Damian had just finished a meeting with Moreau-Europe investors when he returned to his office.His cell phone was not on his desk.Damian’s eyebrows tightened. “Where’s my phone?”Viona stood up too quickly—too nervously. “I just... took it because it kept vibrating. I was afraid it would disturb your meeting.”Damian noticed her fingers were still trembling. He took a step forward, and Viona unconsciously took half a step back.“Why are the call logs missing?” Damian’s voice dropped an octave, cold and icy.“I—I accidentally touched—“Before Viona could finish her lie, Damian’s phone vibrated again.A message appeared on the screen.LUNA: Mr. Cassel... Enola collapsed. There’s a lot of blood. I’ve taken her to the hospital. Please come back immediately.Damian’s expression chang

The early spring breeze slipped through the windows of Spark Winery Group—still carrying the chill of winter. Enola stood in front of the glass window of her office, looking out at the vineyard that had not yet fully recovered from the frost. Morning dew still clung to the fragile twigs. Part of her felt fragile, too.Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Enola, Damian was already in motion.On the top floor of the Cassel Group, the sound of Damian's leather shoes echoed down the hallway. He entered his office, closing the door quietly—a dangerous kind of quiet.His laptop was already open. Inside, files about Viona Leonard Moreau were neatly arranged. Damian narrowed his eyes."Leonard is not a fool," he muttered. "His daughter can't be just a common nuisance."He pressed a button to play the CCTV footage from the hotel where he had stayed during his last business trip. The footage showed Viona trying to approach him several times, invading Damian's personal space, trying to stand too close... H