Semua Bab The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Bab 51 - Bab 60

BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES – CEO OFFICE – NEXT MORNINGVivian walked into the office, coffee in hand, ready to start her day.Her secretary Mia rushed toward her, wide-eyed.“Uh—Vivian… Ryan is here.”Vivian paused mid-step. “Ryan who?”Mia leaned in, whispering fast. “Ryan Franchise. He’s downstairs. And he looks really angry.”Vivian let out the calmest, most done with everything sigh. “Of course he does. And who the hell let him into this building?”She waved her hand. “Fine. Bring him in.”A minute later, Ryan stormed into her office like he owned the place.His suit was loud. His ego was louder.“Vivian,” he said with a tight, fake smile. “We need to talk.”Vivian didn’t bother standing. “Make it quick. I have real deals to close.”Ryan planted both hands on her desk and leaned forward. “I thought about our deal yesterday. I may have… overreacted.”Vivian blinked slowly. “That’s the closest thing to an apology I’ll ever get from you, isn’t it?”Ryan pretended not to hear her. “I want u

BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES~NEW YORK Vivian was signing documents when Mia burst into the office without knockingHer voice shook. “Vivian… he’s here.”Vivian didn’t even look up. “Who? Ryan again? Security knows what to do.”Mia shook her head fast, eyes huge. “No. Harrison Cole.”Vivian stopped moving for half a second. “He didn’t schedule a meeting.”“I know,” Mia whispered. “That’s why I’m freaking out.”Before Vivian could process that, the door opened smoothly.Harrison walked in like he owned the place dark suit, colder attitude, the type of presence that made interns drop their coffee just from looking at him.Vivian crossed her arms. “You don’t knock anymore?”Harrison stepped closer, calm as ever. “Didn’t think I needed to.”“This is a corporate office, not your penthouse,” she snapped.He raised a brow. “Funny. Last night you talked to me like we were in a penthouse.”Mia choked on nothing.Vivian glared at him. “Say stuff like that again and people will start rumors.”Harrison s

PRISON CHAPEL~NEW YORK PENITENTIARY PRISONDamien’s eyes widened for a split second just enough for Alejandro to catch it.Before Damien could speak, Amelia snapped, stepping between them.“What is wrong with you?” she shouted at Alejandro. “Don’t say things like that! Damien is many things a betrayer, a manipulator, a deceiver but he is NOT a murderer. So get your facts straight.”Damien clenched his jaw but stayed silent.Alejandro didn’t even blink.“Oh, really?” he said quietly. “Then let him explain something.”He stepped closer to Damien, voice low and sharp.“Wrong person, huh?” Alejandro said with a cold smile. “Then why does Raven Security Organization the same underground group my brother went to war with have your name on their client list?”Damien stiffened, eyes narrowing.Amelia froze.Alejandro’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper.“Go on, Damien,” Alejandro said. “Tell us why your name is there.”Damien scoffed loudly. “You’re delusional. That’s not proof. That’s a base

PRIVATE ELEVATOR~ BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIESVivian whimpered as he bent his head to suck at the sensitive skin of her throat, his teeth grazing her collarbone. Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as she arched into his touch."Please," she begged, head falling back against the wall. "I need...I need you."Harrison didn't hesitate, tugging her shirt up and over her head before attacking the front clasp of her bra with single-minded focus. Her breasts spilled free, and he wasted no time capturing one peaked nipple in his mouth."Oh god," Vivian cried out, back arching as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive bud. "More, please!"Harrison complied, switching to her other breast as his hands roamed lower, teasing the waistband of her skirt. He pushed the fabric up, exposing her thighs before cupping her through her panties."So fucking wet already," he growled, rubbing slow circles over her clit. "You're dripping for me."Vivian keened, hips bucking into his touch as

JESSICA’S APARTMENT — NEW YORK Katherina crossed her arms tightly. “So… you’re taking the kids, right?”Daniel nodded without hesitation. “Yes. Of course. They’re my children. I even hired four live-in nannies from a new agency BrightCare Homes. They’ll help me look after the girls. I want to raise them well… even if you don’t.”Katherina stepped closer, her face twisting. “Daniel, it’s not that I don’t want them.”He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because it sure feels like you don’t.”She let out a shaky breath. “Every time I look at them, I remember my mistakes. I just…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I wanted a boy. Not girls.”Daniel stared at her in disbelief. “They’re your daughters, Katherina.”“I know,” she muttered, turning away. “And that’s exactly the problem.”Daniel let out a short, shocked laugh. “Oh, so you know it’s a problem? You’re still stuck on that? Then you’re just like your dear Aunt Jessica the same woman who tried to sell your own children back to you. I gues