All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Amelia silenced him with another kiss, deeper this time, her tongue sliding against his as her fingers traced the fresh scar on his chest. It was still tender, but the way his breath hitched wasn’t from pain alone. She felt him harden beneath her, the thin fabric of his gown and her dress doing little to hide his growing arousal.“They fixed you,” she whispered against his lips, her voice husky with need and relief. “Dr. Cruz said the surgery went perfectly. The scar tissue is gone. You should make a full recovery.”She rocked her hips slowly, grinding against the bulge forming between his legs, careful not to put too much weight on him. A low groan escaped his throat.“And the other thing?” he asked, voice rough.She hesitated, then smiled softly, brushing her lips over his forehead. “He said there’s a good chance. But we have to wait… give your body time. Right now, I just need to feel you. All of you.”He nodded, eyes darkening with desire as she sat up straighter, reaching bac

“Don’t.” She raised her hand, stopping him.“Don’t say my name like that.”Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall.“Was I not enough?” she asked quietly. “Or were you just bored already?”“It’s not like that—”“Then explain it!” she shouted. “Explain how your assistant suddenly thinks she’s pregnant with your child!”Daniel ran his hand through his hair, desperate.“I don’t know if it’s mine,” he said. “She could be lying—”Ariana let out a hollow laugh. “Of course,” she said. “Now she’s the liar.”She shook her head slowly. “No, Daniel. This isn’t confusion. This isn’t a mistake.”Her voice dropped, cold and clear. “This is who you are.”Daniel's face crumpled. "Ariana, please—""Please what? Please forgive you? Please pretend I didn't see it? Please go back to being the good little wife while you screw your assistant in every city in Europe?"She stepped closer, her eyes blazing."You promised me. You promised me in front of God, in front of our families, in front of ou

Amelia let out a soft, humorless laugh. “You think they’ll let me?”“Yes,” Rebecca said quickly. “If you back down now. If you stay quiet. If you stop pushing—”“Stop fighting?” Amelia cut in.“Yes!”Amelia’s eyes hardened. “No.”The word landed heavy. Rebecca exhaled sharply. “Amelia—”“No,” she repeated. “I’ve done that before. I’ve stayed quiet. I’ve walked away. And every single time, it cost me something.”Her voice dropped. “My company. My name. My peace.”She stepped closer. “I’m done losing.”Rebecca softened slightly. “And what if this costs you everything?”Amelia didn’t even blink. “Then at least it’ll be on my terms.”Another silence.Long. Tense.Rebecca studied her, really studied her. “You’re serious,” she said quietly.“I’ve never been more serious.”Rebecca let out a slow breath, then pulled out a chair and sat down.“God help me,” she muttered, opening her bag. “Fine.”Amelia didn’t move. “Fine?”“I’ll draw up your contracts,” Rebecca said. “Hostile takeover clauses.

"I didn't have to turn her against anyone." Amelia's voice was cold. "She saw what you did. She made her own choice."Katherina's hands balled into fists. The rage was coming back."You want to talk about choices?" Katherina spat. "You chose to destroy me. You chose to take everything I had. My company. My lover. My peace of mind. And now my baby is dead, and I have nothing."She grabbed a heavy crystal paperweight from the desk and raised it over her head."I have nothing!" she screamed.Valentina stepped forward, her voice sharp. "Katherina, put that down. Now.""Stay out of this, Valentina!""I will not." Valentina moved between her and Amelia. "You want to hit someone? Hit me. But you will not touch my sister."Katherina's arm trembled. Her eyes darted between them Amelia, cold and steady, and Valentina, fierce and protective."You always protect her," Katherina whispered. "Even when I was little, you always chose her.""Because she never gave me a reason not to." Valentina's voic

Amelia looked up from her coffee, her eyes narrowing slightly.“Maria? What is it?” she asked. “You look… nervous.”Maria didn’t answer immediately. She closed the door behind her first.That alone made Amelia sit up straighter.“I’m fine,” Maria said, but her voice didn’t match. She walked closer, lowering her tone. “I just… didn’t know if I should say anything.”Amelia slowly set her cup down. “Say what?”Maria hesitated just long enough to make it feel real.“It’s about Mr. Alejandro.”Amelia’s expression hardened instantly. “What about him?”Maria leaned in slightly, like she didn’t want anyone else to hear.“I saw him last night,” she said. “Very late. In the hallway.”Amelia’s eyes locked on hers. “Go on.”“He was on the phone,” Maria continued. “But… it wasn’t a normal call.”“What do you mean?”“He kept looking around,” Maria said quietly. “Like he didn’t want to be seen. And when he noticed movement, he turned his back.”A pause.Amelia’s fingers curled slightly on the table.