All Chapters of Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Alan stared fixedly at the young face before him, a face with no blood relation to his own. His chest rose and fell sharply. At last, he closed his eyes.When he opened them again, all warmth had drained away, leaving only cold resolve. He spoke hoarsely. "Send him back to the Carters."Alan would never raise another man's bastard.Sandra and Ethan were escorted out. The memorial hall, once crowded and noisy, fell into an instant, suffocating silence.Alan remained where he stood. People still surrounded him, yet a bone-deep chill and loneliness crept into his limbs.Once, he had possessed everything—a mother, a wife and child, and Isolde, whom he had loved with his whole heart. His life had always felt full and bustling.In the blink of an eye, his family lay in ruins, his home had collapsed, and everyone had turned their backs on him.A nameless panic and hollowness surged through his chest.Without thinking, he reached out and gripped Isolde's wrist, clinging to the faint se

The next day, Alan took Isolde to the county records office.The process went more smoothly than she had expected. The clerk asked only a few questions. She reviewed Isolde's paperwork, entered the information into the system, and printed a death record update form.The clerk slid the paper across the counter. "All set, ma'am. Bruce Princeton's records have been officially updated."Isolde stared at the thin sheet, disbelief tightening her chest. "Wait."She looked up, shock plain on her face. "When did the rules change? How can someone update a death record without being a blood relative or next of kin?"The clerk hesitated, then spoke in a calm, professional tone. "Ma'am, the rules haven't changed. You are Mr. Princeton's legal spouse. As his closest next of kin, you're authorized to handle this.""Spouse?" The word struck Isolde like lightning. Her voice rose before she could stop it. "We divorced ages ago. We have a divorce decree.""What?" The clerk frowned and turned the m

"Monroe, you worry too much. No matter how many children Alan has, I do not care."Monroe was stunned. He had expected to use both gentle persuasion and firm pressure, yet Isolde appeared utterly indifferent.Was she sulking, or had she already accepted her fate?At that moment, the door burst open and slammed against the wall.Alan stood in the doorway, his face dark with fury.He fixed Isolde with a long, searching stare. Pain and a heart-piercing rage churned in his eyes. Then he turned to Monroe, his voice cold as ice. "When did my family affairs ever become your business?"The words carried a crushing authority.Monroe swallowed. He had not expected Alan to arrive so quickly. Years of weathering storms steadied him, and he forced himself to respond. "Alan, this is the unanimous decision of the elders. As the family leader, you must have an heir…""An heir?" Alan sneered. "I will never make the same mistake twice."He stepped forward, his tone sharp and absolute. "I want o

Crestmont Estate had been Bruce's home.After marrying him, Isolde lived there for a time. During those days, she was attended by 108 maids, carried more than 14,000,000 in cash, and held an unlimited black card. She lived the extravagant life of a top-tier socialite.Now, Crestmont Estate lay in ruins. Excavators tore through the grounds, churning up thick clouds of dust that clogged the air."Isolde, no matter what happened between you and Bruce, he's dead," Alan said. "It's as if it never existed. His house, everything he owned, will be flattened and wiped from this world."He looked at her, his gaze heavy with obsession. "The past is over. From today on, we start fresh. Completely new."Isolde stared at the wreckage. Her nails dug into the leather seat beneath her without her noticing.This house was worth a fortune. Rebuilding it would destroy its value."Alan, you're insane," she said through clenched teeth, her anger raw.All because he had destroyed Bruce's house, her f

"Then you really should be afraid, because Bruce…" The corner of Isolde's lips curved into a confident smile. "He'll come for me.""Come for you?" Alan looked as though he had just heard the greatest joke in the world. "He's a dead man. How is he supposed to come for you? Crawl out of hell? Isolde, you're still dreaming."The arm around her shoulders tightened. He lowered his head to meet her gaze, his voice gentle in tone yet absolute in control. "From today onward, you will be my lawful wife. Everyone and everything that should not exist has already been erased by me. Face reality and stay obediently by my side. Only then will you and your parents have the best possible future."The church gleamed in pure white, sacred hymns drifting softly through the air.Sunlight filtered through the stained glass and cast brilliant yet chilling patterns across the floor.Alan stood before the altar, confident and buoyant. He adjusted his bow tie with deliberate care, making sure every detail