All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Katherina sat slouched on the old couch, her hair tangled and her eyes puffy from crying. She looked completely drained.“What a mess, Mama,” she muttered with a long sigh. “Who would’ve guessed that wedding would turn into a bloodbath? One moment Father Santiago’s saying the vows, and the next bang! Miguel’s on the floor, bleeding everywhere.”Altricia sat on the edge of the bed, a cigarette between her fingers. She took a slow drag, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and said, “That wedding was pure chaos. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She gave a small smirk. “Hmm… dramatic, though. I bet the whole world’s seen the footage by now.”Katherina rubbed her temples and groaned softly. “Yeah… but something doesn’t add up,” she said, turning to her mother. “Who would want Miguel dead? He’s a mafia boss, Mama people fear him everywhere. No one would dare go after him… unless they were begging to die.”Altricia took a slow drag from her cigarette and blew out the smoke lazily. “Well, even kings

Ariana grinned. “I’m pregnant, not blind. If I wasn’t, I’d totally go after him.”That made Amelia laugh for the first time in days a small, shaky laugh. “You’re terrible. Don’t let Daniel hear you say that!”Ariana waved her hand dismissively. “Please, Daniel? That’s old news. I’m just his baby mama now.”Then her eyes widened again. “Oh no… he’s coming this way!”Amelia turned, her laughter fading as the tall stranger stopped in front of her. His dark eyes locked on hers, steady and unreadable.“Hello, Amelia,” he said quietly.Amelia blinked, confused. “I’m sorry… do I know you?”The stranger’s lips curved faintly, but his eyes stayed cold. “Still feisty,” he said. “Just like my brother described you.”Amelia frowned. “Brother?” she repeated slowly. “I’m sorry… who exactly are you?”He took one step closer, close enough for her to smell the faint trace of rain and expensive cologne. His voice dropped low, steady as stone.“I’m Alejandro,” he said. “Miguel Favino’s brother.”Amelia

“It’s bold of you to assume I’ll meet you in ten minutes,” Amelia said sharply. “I don’t even know you. Miguel never mentioned your name when he was alive. And now you expect me to see you… what, so you can kill me like you all killed him?”Kaspar sighed. “Why don’t you have a little faith in me for once? I have real proof about Miguel’s death, Amelia. And I need you to come now.”Amelia let out a bitter laugh. “Faith? You must be joking. The last time I trusted anyone, my husband ended up dead. You seriously expect me to believe a stranger who just popped out of nowhere?”“You’re stubborn,” Kaspar said quietly. “I get it. You’re scared. But think… why would I want to hurt you? I just want to tell you the truth.”Amelia scoffed. “Oh, let’s list the reasons, shall we? One you’re mafia. Retired or not, it’s in your blood. Two whoever killed Miguel might be after me next, and I’m not walking into another trap. And three… get the hell off my phone and find someone else to feed your cheap

BLACKWOOD ~MANSIONAriana doubled over, vomiting for the fifth time that morning. Eight months pregnant, her body was screaming at her. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, her stomach twisting painfully.“Oh my God… this pregnancy is hell. Can this baby just come out already?” she groaned.Before she could catch her breath, Leo bent down beside her and vomited too. Ariana’s hands flew to cover her mouth. “Oh no! Not you too, baby!” she cried, her voice trembling. “This is too much. I can’t… I can’t do all of this!”Daniel took a careful step closer, worry written all over his face. “Ariana… are you okay?”She spun on him, her eyes red and furious. “What do you mean am I okay?” she yelled, her voice cracking. “I’m eight months pregnant, my whole body hurts, Amelia just got arrested, and now I have to take care of her son too! How do you expect me to handle all this?”Tears poured down her cheeks. Daniel reached out, trying to hold her hand. “Ariana, please… I’m sorry. We’ll get through

The van stopped with a loud screech. Amelia’s wrists were sore from the cuffs, and her clothes were damp from the rain that had soaked her on the way out.One of the guards yanked the door open. “Welcome to your new home, Mrs. Stone,” he said mockingly.Amelia glared at him. “I’ll walk on my own,” she hissed, pulling her arm away.“Suit yourself,” he replied, smirking as he led her toward a tall gray building surrounded by barbed wire.The sign read: New York State Women’s Penitentiary – Block A.Inside, the air was heavy with the stench of offensive smell. Metal doors slammed, voices echoed, and the sound of boots hitting the floor filled the corridors.“Name,” the officer at the front desk said flatly, not looking up.“Amelia Stone,” she answered quietly.The man looked up sharply. “Stone? The billionaire?” He whistled. “Guess money can’t buy you out of everything.”“Fingerprint her,” one of them barked.They pressed her fingers against the ink pad roughly, not caring how hard they