All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

STATE PRISON – VISITING ROOM – MORNINGThe cell door slammed open.Damien looked up from his bed, frowning. “What now? It’s not time for anything.”A guard stepped in. “Blackwood. Get up.”Damien slowly stood. “What did I do?”The warden appeared behind the guard. “Nothing. That’s the point.”Damien frowned. “What?”“You’re being released,” the warden said calmly.Silence.Damien blinked. “Released? You’re joking.”“Do I look like I joke?” the warden replied. “Good behavior. Medical parole. Someone important asked for it.”Damien’s mind started racing.Someone important?Katherina… he thought instantly. It has to be her.“Get your things,” the warden added. “You’ve got a visitor waiting.”—A few minutes later, Damien walked into the visiting room.He was ready.Ready to see Katherina, Ready to tell her he didn’t need her help.But then— He stopped.His father stood by the window. Alexander Blackwood.Sharp suit. Calm posture. Like he owned the room.Like he owned everything.Damien’s

She walked to the corner of the room, her voice too low for Damien to hear.Alexander watched her, then looked at Damien."You married a shark," Alexander said."I haven't married anyone yet.""You will." Alexander picked up his whiskey. "And she'll destroy anyone who threatens what's hers. Including Amelia."Damien said nothing. He just stared at his bleeding shoulder and wondered what he had gotten himself into.FAVINO PENTHOUSE – SAME TIMEAmelia was standing by the window, staring at the rain, when her phone rang.Unknown number.She frowned, then answered. "Hello?"A soft, smooth voice came through. "Amelia Stone."Amelia's eyes narrowed. "Who is this?""This is Sophia Langston." The voice was calm, almost sweet. "Damien's fiancée."Silence.Amelia's grip tightened on the phone. Her knuckles went white. "Why are you calling me?"A small pause.Then—"I heard you shot my husband."Amelia's voice turned cold as ice. "He came to my house uninvited. I warned him to leave. He didn't li

BLACKWOOD MANSION – LATE NIGHTThe grand mansion lay silent and still. The last guests had long since departed, and the staff had quietly retreated to their quarters. Only the faint echo of Sophia’s heels on the cold marble floor broke the heavy quiet as she and Damien walked hand-in-hand through the dimly lit foyer.“Welcome home, husband,” she purred, her voice soft and seductive.“Welcome home, wife,” Damien replied, the words sounding strangely hollow even to his own ears.Sophia laughed lightly, a bright, musical sound, and tugged him eagerly toward the master suite. “I love how that sounds. Say it again later… when we’re alone.”BLACKWOOD MANSION – MASTER BEDROOM – LATE NIGHTThe bedroom was enormous and perfectly prepared a lavish four-poster bed draped in midnight silk, dozens of candles flickering with golden light, and blood-red rose petals scattered across the floor like drops of fresh blood. Everything had been arranged exactly as Sophia wanted it. A perfect stage for

The single word hit her like ice water.She sat up slowly, the silk sheet slipping down to expose her breasts. Rose petals clung to her damp skin. For a few seconds she just stared at his back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the rejection sank in.Then the pain exploded.“Damien…” Her voice cracked, raw and trembling. “After everything we just did? After the way you fucked me… the way you came inside me… you push me away like I’m nothing?”She crawled toward him on the bed, reaching out with shaking hands to touch his shoulder.“I gave myself to you completely. I let you eat my pussy until I screamed. I let you fuck me like you owned me. And now you can’t even look at me?”Damien stayed silent for a beat, then spoke without turning around, his tone flat and cutting.“It wasn’t love-making, Sophia. It was the drug. That pill turned me into something I’m not. Don’t confuse chemicals with feelings.”Sophia flinched, but the hurt quickly ignited into anger. Her voice rose shar

STONE INDUSTRIES – BOARDROOM – MORNINGThe boardroom was packed. Twelve executives sat around the long mahogany table, their faces tense, their folders open. The windows behind Amelia showed the Manhattan skyline, gray and cold under the morning clouds.Amelia stood at the head, her blazer sharp, her hair pulled back, her expression unreadable. She clicked the remote in her hand, and the screen behind her lit up with charts and graphs."Moving on to the quarterly losses," she said, her voice steady. "As you can see, our European division is down fourteen percent. I want a full audit by Friday. Every transaction. Every expense. Every single penny."A man near the end of the table, Mr. Harrison, cleared his throat. "Ms. Stone, we've already had our team in London looking into it. They suspect some of the losses are due to currency fluctuations, not internal issues."Amelia's eyes narrowed. "Currency fluctuations don't account for fourteen percent, Mr. Harrison. Something else is goi