All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Everything suddenly went quiet. Damien stopped loosening the rope.“What did you just say?” he asked slowly.Amelia’s voice broke as she screamed, “HE’S YOUR SON!”Her words echoed through the air.“Not Miguel’s!” she cried. “YOURS! Leonardo Stone is your son, Damien! Not Miguel’s!”Silence fell over everyone.Alejandro stared at Amelia like he had just heard something impossible.“What?” he said under his breath.Vivian’s mouth fell open in shock.And on the roof, Damien stood completely still, the rope hanging loosely in his hands.“You’re lying,” Damien said after a moment. But his voice was shaking. “You’re just saying that to save him.”“I’m not lying!” Amelia shouted through her tears. “Why do you think his name is Leonardo? Why do you think he has your eyes? Your chin?”She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.“Miguel and I got married seven years ago,” she continued. “Leo is six years old. Do the math, Damien!”Her voice cracked.“He was conceived before Miguel died. B

He took her hand and led her straight to the master bathroom. The room was still warm. Blood from his knuckles had dried on his shirt. Amelia’s clothes were streaked with dirt from the rooftop.Alejandro turned on the shower. Hot water poured down in a heavy stream. Steam quickly filled the glass stall.He started undressing her slowly, reverently. His fingers brushed her skin as he peeled off her torn blouse. He kissed every inch he uncovered — her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, the swell of her breasts. When he unhooked her bra, he cupped her breasts in both hands, thumbs circling her nipples until they tightened into hard peaks.Amelia shivered. “Alejandro…”“Shh,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”He pushed her jeans and panties down her legs, kneeling to kiss her stomach, her hips, the soft skin just above her mound. Then he stood and stripped himself. His cock was already hard, thick and heavy, the head glistening.He pulled her under the water with him. The he

Vivian froze.“I’m telling them everything about your role in the kidnapping,” he continued. “Every detail. Every plan. Every message.”Her face drained of color.“I’m going to make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison.”“No!” Vivian cried. “Alexander, you can’t—”“Watch me.”He slammed the door behind him.Vivian collapsed onto the floor, crying, blood on her lip, her hands shaking.For the first time, she realized everything was over.Her life. Her future. Everything.DOWNSTAIRS — ALEXANDER’S STUDYAlexander walked into his study and immediately picked up the phone.His lawyer answered on the second ring. “Yes, Mr. Blackwood?”“I want immunity,” Alexander said directly.“Immunity?”“Full immunity from prosecution in the kidnapping case.”There was a short silence on the other end.“And in exchange?” the lawyer asked carefully.“I’ll testify against Vivian Ashcroft,” Alexander replied. “I’ll give the authorities every piece of evidence I have about her role in the kidnappin

And then, a tiny shift in the monitors a slow, steady beep replacing the chaotic flares.“Vitals stabilizing. Blood pressure holding,” the anesthesiologist said, a quiet sigh of relief.Katherina’s subconscious felt it like a faint pulse of hope, like someone had brushed a hand over her face. I’m still here…The surgeon spoke again, softly but with authority. “The damaged tube is removed. Bleeding controlled. She’s stable.”Somewhere deep in the haze, Katherina heard the words. “Stable…” Her mind clung to it like a lifeline.The anesthesiologist lowered his voice. “She’s safe… she’s going to live.”Tears welled in her unconscious eyes. I survived…SURGERY WAITING ROOM – 12:30 AMMrs. Rodriguez sat alone, hands tightly clasped, whispering prayers under her breath. The twins were safe with a neighbor, too young to understand the storm raging through their lives. Every second stretched endlessly.The door opened quietly. Daniel Blackwood stepped in, shoulders slumped, face drawn. His eye

FAVINO PENTHOUSE – 3:00 AMGabriella woke up with a sudden, sharp pain in her stomach.She gasped and sat up quickly, clutching her swollen belly.“Ah—!” she cried out.Eight months pregnant.The baby wasn’t supposed to come yet.Another wave of pain hit stronger this time.Gabriella bent forward, breathing hard. “No… no, this isn’t right…”Her hands shook as she grabbed her phone and called Alejandro.It rang.And rang.No answer.He was probably asleep in another room.They still didn’t share a bedroom.Another contraction slammed into her.Gabriella cried out and slid off the bed, falling to her knees.“Help!” she screamed. “Someone help me!”Footsteps rushed closer.Maria burst into the room. “Miss Guerra! What’s wrong?”“The baby—” Gabriella gasped. “It’s coming… it’s too early…”Maria’s face went pale. “Oh my God. I’ll call an ambulance. Stay here!”Gabriella grabbed her arm tightly. “Don’t leave me!” she begged. “Please!”“I have to get help,” Maria said, panicking. “I’ll be ri