Todos los capítulos de Marrying My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin: Capítulo 431 - Capítulo 440

Isolde's bandage-wrapped hand slipped into Bruce's neatly tailored suit jacket. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, her wrist brushed against his abs.She felt them. Then she pressed again, as if to confirm.Bruce remained still, his body tensing slightly, yet he allowed her to do as she pleased. He lowered his gaze to her, his eyes filled with indulgence.Comments: [??? What is she doing?]After a long moment, Isolde's tense body finally relaxed. "It's my husband's abs…"In the next second, it was as if all her strength drained away. She went limp against him and let out a soft, aggrieved whimper. "Bruce, you jerk! Why did you only come now? Do you even know that bastard drugged me? I feel awful. I'm so hot, I'm going crazy…"As she spoke, her lips moved to his neck, biting and nibbling. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and her body pressed tightly against his, leaving no space between them.Bruce stiffened, and his breathing grew heavier.His voice came out tight. "We're

Lucius lifted his head. The usual humble, obedient expression vanished, replaced by an unnerving calm. Beneath it, a bottomless current of darkness churned.He walked toward Danny. "Director Miller, I know it was you who administered the drug."Danny's pupils shrank."You took it upon yourself to complete Princess Claudia's task. You used a black-market drug on Isolde, intending to ruin her reputation on live broadcast. At the same time, you tried to drive a wedge between her and the Prince to win favor with the princess. Too bad… it didn't work."Lucius tilted his head slightly, watching Danny's face drain of color, then continued in a measured tone, "Now that it's exposed, the Prince won't let you off. You've heard of his methods, haven't you?"And Princess Claudia… She didn't order you to administer the drug, but the Prince will blame her. What do you think she'll do to punish you?"He stepped closer and lowered his voice, almost a whisper. "They… won't let you go. You, your w

Bruce changed into fresh clothes and left the room.Ezra was already waiting in the nearby corridor. When Bruce stepped out, Ezra moved forward at once and handed him a list along with several photos. "Prince, everyone involved has been identified. The mastermind is Director Miller. The executor is the fitness coach, Adam. Three staff members assisted in covering it up. And this is the supplier who provided the drug…"The list clearly detailed each person's basic information, their role in the incident, and even recent abnormal account activity.Bruce took the documents. His gaze swept over them, cold and deliberate, as killing intent gathered in his eyes.Ezra's tone remained indifferent. "Same old rules for handling them?"The "old rules" meant a fate worse than death, a prolonged torment of both body and mind until they were completely broken, then buried alive.Bruce's fingertip tapped Danny's name again and again. The killing intent around him was almost tangible. Yet Isolde

When Isolde opened her eyes, a sharp headache struck. She instinctively tried to raise a hand to her temple, but the moment she moved, rough friction and a tight restraint bit into her wrist. Her hands were tied behind her back.She snapped fully awake, all grogginess and pain swept aside by a surge of icy alertness. She lifted her gaze and quickly scanned her surroundings.She was in an abandoned chemical factory workshop. Rusted metal equipment crisscrossed the space. Several dim, aging lamps hung high above, their weak light casting large, twisted shadows that shifted with every flicker.The air carried a sharp chemical odor.Isolde's heart sank. Memory returned. Not long after arriving at the café, she had caught a faint fragrance, and then everything had gone black.'This is a kidnapping. Is it Claudia?' The thought had barely formed when she spotted Claudia not far to her left.The always noble and refined princess was also tied to a worn iron chair. Her pearl-white suit dr

Isolde slowly raised her eyes. "Why should I die?"Claudia let out a cold snort. She was not surprised by Isolde's reaction. 'As expected. A coward clinging to life.'She gave a short, sharp laugh, contempt nearly spilling from her eyes. "I should have known. Someone like you would never sacrifice yourself. You would only cry and beg Bruce to save you, without caring what terrible price he would have to pay, even if it meant he'd be doomed beyond redemption."Selfish. Cowardly. Thinking only of your own survival. I really don't know what Bruce sees in you. You are not worthy at all."Facing her ridicule, Isolde remained calm. She fixed her gaze just behind the back of Claudia's chair. "Cut the nonsense. We do not have much time. About three centimeters to the left of your hand, there's a broken section of metal. The edge is sharp. Rub the rope binding your wrists against it. It should cut through."Claudia froze.What was she saying? Shouldn't she be terrified? Shouldn't she be c