All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

BLACKWOOD MANOR – AFTERNOONThe study was dark and heavy with the smell of old books and whiskey. Tall shelves of leather-bound volumes lined the walls, and stern family portraits stared down like judges. Alexander Blackwood sat behind his massive oak desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes were cold as he looked at the woman sitting across from him.Katherina Rodriguez looked broken. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her clothes were wrinkled, her hair messy. Her hands shook slightly in her lap. But her eyes burned with something dangerous pure hatred and desperation.Alexander spoke first, his voice low and calm. “You wanted to see me, Katherina?”She leaned forward, her voice tight. “I want to make a deal.”Alexander raised one eyebrow. “A deal? What could you possibly have that I want?”“I have secrets,” she said. “Big ones. About Amelia. About Stone Industries. About every weakness in her perfect little empire.”Alexander slowly set his glass down. He leaned forward, sudde

Valentina moaned softly into his mouth. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his toned chest. Her hands roamed over his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin. Richard lifted her easily and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before climbing over her.He kissed down her neck, then lower, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently while his hand teased the other. Valentina arched her back, gasping with pleasure. “Richard… that feels so good.”He continued downward, kissing her stomach, her hips, until he reached the edge of her lace panties. With a wicked smile, he pulled them off slowly. He spread her legs and lowered his head between them.Valentina cried out the moment his tongue touched her. He licked her slowly at first, savoring her, then faster, focusing on her most sensitive spot. Two fingers slid inside her, curling just right while his mouth worked her clit. She gripped the sheets tightly, hips bucking against his face.“Oh Go

The meeting continued. Strategies were discussed. Deals were reviewed. Damien sat silently, watching his wife work. She was ruthless. Efficient. Terrifying.Then he noticed her.The assistant. A young woman, maybe twenty-five, with long red hair and green eyes. She was standing in the corner, taking notes. But her eyes weren't on her tablet.They were on him.She smiled. Flirtatious. Inviting.Damien looked away. Sophia noticed.Her eyes narrowed. She followed the assistant's gaze. Saw her staring at Damien. Saw the smile.Sophia's face went cold. "Ms. Hartley."The assistant jumped. "Yes, Ms. Langston?""Come here."Ms. Hartley walked to the front of the room, her cheeks flushed. "Did you need something?"Sophia stood. She walked slowly around the assistant, inspecting her like a piece of meat."You've been with the company for three years, correct?""Yes, Ms. Langston.""And in those three years, have I ever been unfair to you?"Ms. Hartley's face paled. "No, Ms. Langston. You've

FAVINO PENTHOUSE ~ NEW YORK Marisa Favino sat in the armchair like a queen on her throne, her silver hair perfect, her eyes sharp. She had been released from the hospital that morning. The doctors said it was mild food poisoning. She said it was stress. Poisoned by the chaos Amelia had brought into her son's life."You have thirty-nine days left," Marisa said, her voice calm but cold.Amelia's eyes narrowed. "You're counting?""Every single day." Marisa leaned forward. "I want a grandchild, Amelia. A Favino grandchild. Not Leo. Not a Blackwood. A Favino."Alejandro turned from the window. "Mother, stop.""No." Marisa's voice was sharp. "I have stopped for years. I have been patient. I have watched you destroy your marriage, your reputation, your future. Now I am done being patient."Amelia stood. "You can't force me to have a child.""I can make your life very difficult if you don't.""Mother—""Stay out of this, Alejandro." Marisa raised a hand. "This is between me and your wife.

Hudson Street Warehouse – MidnightThe old warehouse stood like a monster in the dark. Faded graffiti covered the walls. Broken windows stared out like empty eyes. The air smelled of rust and salty seawater drifting in from the docks.Carlos Vega waited by the entrance. Gray hair, cheap wrinkled suit, eyes cold as ice.“You’re late,” he growled.“I’m here,” Katherina answered, her voice tighter than she wanted.Carlos looked her up and down slowly. “You sure you want to do this? Once you step inside, there’s no turning back.”Katherina’s stomach twisted. She stared at the ground for a second, then lifted her chin. “No… I’m not sure. But I’m doing it anyway.”A small, dangerous smile crept across Carlos’s face. “Honest. I like that. Most people lie to my face.”He jerked his head toward the door. “Come on.”Inside, the warehouse felt endless. Towering stacks of crates reached the ceiling. Forklifts sat silent in long rows. Right in the middle stood a huge green shipping container, heav