The Return Of The Betrayed Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

ALEXANDER MANSION~ NEW YORKAlexander Blackwood stormed through the marble halls of his mansion, his anger practically vibrating through his steps. The maids and staff froze as he passed, their whispers trailing behind him. He reached the Master bedroom, flinging the door open.“Vivian!” he shouted, voice echoing off the walls. “What the hell did you do?”Vivian, still in her nightwear, sat up in bed, eyes wide. “Alexander… calm down.”“Calm down? Calm down?!” he yelled, pacing. “Do you have any idea what I’m hearing from the board members? That Katherina… that manipulative witch… is back in Blackwood Industries?”“Lower your voice!” she snapped. “Why are you yelling like this? Do you want the maids and the entire neighborhood to hear you? Are you trying to embarrass me?”“Don’t turn this on me,” Alexander fired back. “I should be asking you why the top shareholders are calling me, asking if it’s true that Katherina is back at my company .”Vivian froze, her eyes narrowing. “Who gave

BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES ~ NEW YORK Katherina’s office was quiet when Damien walked in.Too quiet.She was standing by the window, arms crossed, watching the city below like it had personally offended her. She didn’t turn around when she heard the door close.“Well?” she asked coolly. “Did she take the call?”Damien loosened his tie. “She did.”That got her attention. Katherina turned slowly, eyes sharp. “And?”“She didn’t scream. She didn’t deny everything immediately,” Damien said. “She listened.”Katherina’s jaw tightened. “That’s not an answer.”Damien sighed. “She says it’s not her. That she’s not attacking Blackwood and she doesn’t want any negativity now.”Katherina let out a short laugh. “Of course she said that. Amelia has always been good at lying with a straight face.”“She didn’t sound like she was lying,” Damien said quietly. “I know her too well. Trust me.”That set Katherina off.“Oh, for God’s sake,” she snapped. “You called her to get information, not to study her voice

ALEXANDER BLACKWOOD MANSION - MASTER SUITEThe door slammed so hard a crystal vase on the console table shivered.“You seriously just walked out on me? Alexander! Alexander, get back here!”Vivian’s shout echoed through the wide bedroom.Only silence answered.He was gone.She stood there for a long moment, fists clenched, breathing hard. The heat of their argument still clung to her skin, buzzing in her veins. Anger twisted in her chest hot, sharp then slowly cooled into something colder and far more dangerous.A reckless spark lit in her eyes.“Fine,” she muttered to the empty room. “If you want to be petty. If you want to turn this into a power game… then I’ll play.”She crossed the room in quick strides and grabbed her phone from the velvet duvet. Her fingers moved fast, sure, like she already knew what she was going to do.She scrolled once. Stopped.A single letter stared back at her.H.Vivian’s lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile.“Well,” she said softly to herself, thu

INT. LANGSTON HOTEL – ELEVATOR – NIGHTThe elevator doors slide shut with a soft, final thud.Mirrors everywhere.Vivian sees herself from every angle lip slightly bitten, pulse visible at her throat. She also sees him. Harrison. Too close. Always too close.He reaches past her and presses the button for the penthouse.The elevator begins to rise. Silence stretches. Thick. Loud.Vivian lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “This was a bad idea,” she says,Harrison doesn’t look at her reflection. He looks at her “You say that like you don’t make bad ideas look intentional.”She scoffs. “That’s your talent for flattery talking.”“Vivian,” he says quietly, “you didn’t call me because you wanted a lecture.”Her jaw tightens. “I called you because I needed someone who wouldn’t tell me what to do.”A beat.“Then don’t ask me to pretend this is nothing,” he replies.The elevator hums as it climbs.She shifts her weight, heels clicking softly. “You’re enjoying this.”His mouth cu

ALEJANDRO MASTER SUITE~ SPAIN“I just exposed rot in your family’s business,” she said. “I handed you the truth on a silver plate. And your mother’s response was to pat my head and say ‘adequately’ before sending the criminal off to a beach house.”Her voice dropped, colder now.“I’m not a pet. I’m not a decoration. And I will not be managed.”Silence dropped into the room like a weight.Alejandro broke it first.“She handled it,” he snapped. “The Favino way. Quietly. Internally. No scandal. No mess that destroys all of us.” He threw his hand out in frustration. “And you walking out like that, in front of everyone made me look weak. You made this family look divided in front of the one person who still holds real power here.”Amelia let out a short, bitter laugh.“Your family is already divided,” she shot back, stepping closer to him. Her eyes burned. “It’s built on secrets. On stolen money. On deals no one is brave enough to say out loud. I just exposed one of them.”She shook her h