All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Miguel brushed damp hair from her face and kissed her softly. “I love you,” he said simply. “No matter what happens outside these walls. I’m not going anywhere.”Amelia smiled, feeling warm and safe in his arms. “Stay with me tonight?”“Always,” he promised.They talked quietly after that. Miguel told her stories about the outside world—funny tales about his work, dreams he had for their future, silly jokes that made her laugh until her sides hurt. She shared how scared she felt sometimes but how the baby gave her strength. His hand never left her belly, rubbing gentle circles.“You’re going to be an amazing mother,” he said, kissing her forehead. “And I’ll be right there, changing diapers and singing terrible lullabies.”She giggled. “As long as you keep doing what you just did, I’ll forgive the bad singing.”Amelia woke with a gasp.Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. The thin prison mattress b

Damien shook his head. "I don't know. I'm still investigating. The police are looking into it.""The police?" Alexander raised an eyebrow. "You're trusting the police to handle this? You know who sent that body, Damien. Someone connected to Amelia Favino. Someone connected to that whole mess your wife created."Damien flinched. "Sophia didn't create anything. She was just trying to—""Trying to what?" Alexander interrupted. "Destroy an innocent woman? Steal another woman's husband? Ruin someone's life for fun?" He shook his head. "I know about the payments, Damien. I know about the witnesses. I know about Rebecca Stein."Damien's face went pale. "How did you—""I have eyes everywhere," Alexander said coldly. "I know everything that happens in this city. I knew about Sophia's little games months ago. I was just waiting to see how badly she would fail."Catalina leaned forward. "And now we know. She failed spectacularly. A dead body on your doorstep. The press at your gate. The FBI in

BLACKWOOD PENTHOUSE ~ NEW YORK CITY Damien's face turned white. He looked at his dad, then at his step mum. His voice shook."Dad… I honestly have no idea."Alexander let out a long, heavy sigh. He rubbed his forehead."Then listen to me very carefully." His voice was quiet but sharp. "The Blackwood family has been around for generations. We've survived wars, money problems, and scandals. But never—and I mean never—has a dead body shown up at our front gate inside a gift box."Total silence.Catalina nodded slowly, her lips pressed tight."This is a whole new level of shame," she said, her voice like ice. "Even for you, Damien."Damien spun toward her, his face twisting with anger."What do you want me to do?" he yelled, throwing his hands up. "Divorce her? Is that what you're saying?"Catalina smiled—just a little, just enough to be cruel."It's not about what I want," she said, tapping her finger on the table. "It's about what you should've done years ago."She crossed her arms a

Sophia’s face drained of color. “W-What?” she stammered. “Arrest me? For what?”The police officer unfolded a document and looked straight at her. “We have a warrant for your arrest, Mrs. Blackwood.”He spoke in a calm, firm voice. “You are being arrested in connection with the death of Rebecca Stein.”Sophia froze. “What?” she whispered.The officer continued. “Our investigation found records showing that you made several payments to Ms. Stein. We also have evidence that you threatened her several times in the weeks before her death.”Sophia shot to her feet so quickly that her chair crashed onto the floor.“No!” she shouted. “That’s a lie! I never threatened her!”Her breathing became uneven. “Yes, I paid her, but that’s not a crime! Those payments have nothing to do with her death!”The officer stepped toward her. “Mrs. Blackwood, you are under arrest.”He took out a pair of handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court

ARIANA’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – 8:00 P.M.The apartment was small, but it felt warm and comfortable.In the corner, baby Aiden slept peacefully in his crib.Ariana sat on the couch with a glass of wine, scrolling through the news on her phone. Every channel was talking about the same thing.“SOCIALITE ARRESTED FOR LAWYER’S MURDER.”She smiled.It was the kind of smile that came after waiting a long time for justice.But deep down, she was confused. She hadn’t planned Sophia’s arrest.She hadn’t done anything. Someone else had.And whoever that person was had carried out the exact revenge Ariana had always imagined.Ding dong.The doorbell rang.Ariana frowned and walked to the door. She looked through the peephole.Her whole body froze. Her heart skipped a beat.Slowly, she unlocked the door. Standing outside was Miguel Favino.He wore a fitted black shirt and dark pants. A scar cut across his temple, making him look even more dangerous. His face showed no emotion, and his calm ey