All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Temptation Wrapped in a Suit

NICHOLAS HALE APARTMENT ~ NEW YORK The kiss hit like fire weeks of tension spilling out all at once. No holding back. His hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head deeper into his. She gripped his sweater, pulling him close until there was no space between them.He tasted like wine and heat, everything she’d been denying herself. She moaned, and he responded with a low growl that shook her chest.When they finally pulled back, both gasping, his dark eyes burned with desire.He didn’t hesitate. He took her hand and led her upstairs.The bedroom was big, dark wood, white sheets, city lights sparkling through the windows. He turned her to face him, fingers brushing the strap of her dress.“Last chance to lecture me about conflicts of interest,” he said, a teasing curve to his lips.She smirked and yanked his sweater over his head. “Shut up, Nicholas.”He laughed low, rough and then his mouth was on hers again. He walked her backward until her knees hit the bed. Clothes came off in a

Engaged to A Monster

STONE INDUSTRIES~ NEW YORK "Mr. Blackwood," Amelia said, not bothering to stand. "You have a strange definition of 'appointment.'"He stepped inside, letting the heavy door click shut behind him. His eyes swept the room, pausing on Ariana, who was now awkwardly trying to sit up straighter on the couch. He gave a slight, dismissive nod before his gaze landed back on Amelia."Some matters are too urgent for appointments," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And too delicate for secretaries.""Iris, please give us the room," Amelia said, her eyes never leaving Blackwood. "And hold all my calls."As the secretary rushed out, Ariana pushed herself up from the couch. “I should be on my way out let me give you too privacy ”“Stay,” Amelia and Alexander said at the same time.Amelia shot him a sharp look, then turned to Ariana. “Please. Stay.”Ariana hesitated, then slowly sat back down, her eyes moving between them.Amelia leaned against her desk, folding her arms. “So,” she said coolly, “t

Accusations Not Proof

Alexander straightened slowly. Whatever shock had crossed his face vanished, replaced by surprise. “No,” he said.The word hit the room like a gunshot.Amelia stared at him. “No?”“I won’t call off the engagement,” Alexander said, voice even, controlled. “And I won’t destroy Vivian.”Ariana let out a sharp breath. “After everything you just heard?”Alexander turned to her, eyes cold. “I heard accusations.”Amelia laughed, short and bitter. “You heard the truth.”“You heard fear,” Alexander snapped. “And grief. Not proof.”Ariana pushed herself upright despite the discomfort, her voice tight. “She named the school, Alexander. Not just the name the gate, the drop-off time, the blind spot by the fence.”Alexander didn’t blink. “And yet my son my godson is alive. Unharmed.”Amelia’s hands curled into fists. “Because I signed the return of shares agreement contract.”“No,” Alexander said sharply. “Because nothing was ever going to happen.”She stared at him. “You’re saying she was bluffin

Careful what you Negotiate for

Nicholas leaned casually against the railing, hair still messy, eyes dark and teasing.“Morning,” he said, voice low. “Making coffee without me?”She swallowed, suddenly aware of the sweater and the way it clung. “Someone had to,” she said, trying to sound casual.He smirked and walked closer, hands in his pockets. “Careful… I might decide you’re my breakfast now.”Katherine’s heart skipped. “Breakfast?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.“Mm,” he said, dark and playful. “I mean my breakfast. You look dangerous in my sweater.”She laughed, nervous and flustered, heat creeping up her neck again. “You’re impossible.”“And yet,” he murmured, leaning closer, “you keep showing up anyway.”She rolled her eyes, but the compliment landed anyway. “Flattery before caffeine is dangerous.”He crossed the kitchen in three strides, came up behind her, and wrapped both arms around her waist. His bare chest pressed warm against her back. He rested his chin on her shoulder.“I’m not flattering,” he murmu

Line by Line Euro by Euro

STONE ENTERPRISES~ NEW YORK Amelia Stone’s office was quiet, but her head was anything but.One screen showed the Cortez case files. Another held Ariadne Group’s ruthless offer to Blackwood. And floating over both was the photo she couldn’t escape Alejandro on a balcony, Gabriella at his side, caught mid-laugh by a hungry camera.She had smashed her favorite paperweight yesterday.Today, she didn’t feel like breaking anything. Today, she was planning.Ariana had left earlier, a half-eaten salad on the desk and a warning look in her eyes. “Remember,” she’d said, “the target is Blackwood. Not your… wandering husband.”“I know,” Amelia replied flatly. “He’s just distraction.”But distraction could be useful.Anger sharpened her focus. The cold burn in her chest wasn’t pain anymore it was power.Her phone buzzed.A calendar reminder flashed on the screen, one she hadn’t acknowledged in years: Favino Family Quarterly Dinner — Seville. 72 hours.She swiped it away without hesitation. Let

The Favino Hacienda

FAVINO GRAND MANSION In Seville, Spain, Alejandro stood on the terrace outside his study at the family hacienda. The sun was setting, turning the olive trees gold. He barely noticed.He was staring at his phone.Not at messages. Not at photos.A legal document filled the screen.Preliminary separation of corporate assets.Filed by Amelia’s lawyers.It had arrived twenty minutes after their call.So she meant it.His grip tightened. Anger surged first hot and sharp. Then something quieter followed. Loss. Regret. Pride he refused to let go of.Gabriella’s voice echoed in his head from earlier on the balcony.You build things, Alejandro. Big things.Amelia only saw things to control. To tear apart when she didn’t get her way.A soft knock came from behind him.“Come in.”His sister Elena stepped onto the terrace. She was always the calm one the observer. One look at his face and she sighed.“The photo?” she asked.“Among other things.”“And the rumor?” Elena hesitated. “The ‘special g

Judgement at the Favino Family Table

Marisa was silent for a long moment, watching the younger woman. There was no anger on her face. If anything, there was a flicker of respect.“You have your father’s nerve,” Marisa finally said. “And his cold blood. I’ll give you that.” She took another sip. “But attacking my business to get my son’s attention? That’s a dangerous gamble.”“Everything worth having is a gamble,” Gabriella replied. She glanced across the courtyard where Alejandro stood, looking tense. “And I always win my gambles. I’m here, aren’t I?”“For now,” Marisa said, her tone making it clear this wasn’t over. “But Amelia is still his wife. And she’s not a woman who loses easily.”“Amelia is in New York,” Gabriella said, her confidence returning. “She’s a shadow. A name on a contract. I am here. In your home. Winning over your family. That’s how this war is won, Señora. Not with ships and contracts, but right here.” She gestured to the lively, laughing courtyard. “At the table.”From his spot by the archway, Alej

The Engagement Trap

ALEXANDER'S MANSION - LATER THAT NIGHTThe heavy oak door slammed behind him, echoing through the mansion like a gunshot. Alexander Blackwood froze in the foyer, gripping his car keys so tightly his knuckles turned white.The drive home had been a blur. Amelia’s words kept replaying in his head: “She put a sniper on my son.”“Alexander? Is that you?”Vivian’s voice floated from the library. She appeared in the doorway, a silk robe tied over her nightgown, a book in hand. Calm. Elegant. Smiling.“You’re late,” she said, stepping closer. “I was worried. Bad day at the office?”Her smile faltered the moment she saw him. “Alexander… what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”“Not a ghost,” he said roughly, tossing his keys onto the side table. The clatter sounded too loud. “A person. Someone I thought I knew.”Vivian frowned, brows knitting. “I don’t understand.”“I went to see Amelia today.”Her expression froze. The warmth vanished. Hardness replaced it. She set her book down wit

The Real vs The Fake

GRAND FAVINO FAMILY DINNER ~ SPAIN“Business in New York,” the old woman said, her voice ice-cold. “A wife’s first duty is to protect her husband’s honor. You seem to have misplaced yours.”From across the courtyard, Alejandro sipped his wine, watching. Gabriella was doing exactly what he’d hoped charming his tough mother, making his uncles laugh, praising his grandmother’s roses.But it all felt staged. Like watching a skilled actor deliver lines perfectly.Serena stormed over, rolling her eyes so hard it was obvious she was furious. “Alejo, seriously. Can you believe her?” she hissed. “She’s smiling and laughing with everyone like she belongs here! Like she deserves to! It’s disgusting!”Alejandro frowned. “Serena…”“Disgusting!” she snapped. “She knows nothing about this family. She doesn’t care about you or any of us. She’s just pretending charming, flattering, kissing ass. That’s all she knows how to do. She’s fake, Alejo! Completely fake!”He forced a tight smile. “I… I know.”“

The Wedding Countdown

Alexander stared at Vivian, his hand still resting over hers. The room felt tighter somehow, like the walls had moved closer. Her words didn’t fade. They stayed there, wrapped in calm certainty.“Move the wedding up?” he repeated slowly. His voice was rough. “Next week?”Vivian nodded without hesitation. Her eyes were bright, almost glowing. She tightened her fingers around his.“Yes. Next week,” she said. “Or sooner, if we can manage it.”She stepped closer, her voice warm but steady.“We’ve waited long enough, Alex. Years of building this us through scandals, fights, rumors, everything. There were nights I thought I was going to lose you. I’m tired of waiting for ‘someday.’ I don’t want someday anymore. I want now.”He blinked, truly caught off guard.After everything the whispers about her past, the prison record that never fully disappeared. Amelia’s furious warning that Vivian was dangerous he hadn’t expected this. Not tonight. Not so directly.“You’re serious,” he said quietly

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