All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

INTERROGATION ROOM ~ Alejandro didn’t look at Amelia. His eyes stayed locked on Damien. “A room for men who refuse to tell the truth,” he said calmly, but his tone was ice. “A room where pain helps them remember everything they’re trying to hide.”The superintendent stiffened. “It will take fifteen minutes to prepare it.”“Make it ten,” Alejandro corrected sharply. “And clear the hallway. No guards, no witnesses. No one interrupts this interrogation.”“Yes, sir,” the superintendent said quickly before hurrying away.Two of Alejandro’s men dragged Damien forward again. Damien stumbled, breathing hard, wrists shaking in the cuffs.Amelia, still in her torn, dirty wedding gown, stepped back. Her voice was small.“Alejandro… what exactly are you going to do to him?”For the first time, Alejandro turned to her.His voice softened a little, but the cold fury beneath it was still there.“I’m going to make your ex-fiancé tell the truth,” he said. “Either he talks the easy way… or he talks t

NEW YORK PENITENTIARY PRISON~ INTERROGATION ROOMAlejandro slowly exhaled, eyes locked on Amelia.“Then tell me,” he said quietly. “What are your terms and conditions?”Paulo and Luca straightened instantly. Even the guards froze.Damien’s head snapped up, fury burning in his eyes.Alejandro took a step closer, voice steady. “I won’t marry you blindly. I want to hear every rule. Say it.”Amelia stood tall, chin lifted, the hem of her wedding gown brushing the cold floor. She faced Alejandro head‑on.“Fine,” she said. “Then listen carefully. These are the rules of our marriage.”Alejandro folded his arms, watching her with narrowed eyes.She raised her first finger. “One no touching me. No hugs, no kisses, no sleeping in the same bed. You do NOT touch me unless I say so.”Alejandro’s jaw clenched. “Amelia, that’s—”“It’s non‑negotiable,” she cut in.He exhaled sharply, annoyed but controlled. “Fine. I’ll respect it. But don’t expect me to pretend it’s normal for a husband not to touch

KATHERINA APARTMENT~NEW YORKShe crossed her legs slowly, voice turning cool. “So tell me, Ryan… what exactly do you want?”Ryan exhaled as if he’d been waiting for that question. “I want Vivian removed from Blackwood Industries. Permanently. And I know you have reasons to want the same.”Katherina rolled her eyes.“Reasons? She stole my position. Stole my influence. Tried to make me look incompetent. Trust me, I have reasons.”“Good,” Ryan replied. “Because I’m ready to expose her. But I need someone inside the company to push things along. Someone who understands how she operates.”Katherina smirked. “And you think that someone is me?”“I know it’s you,” Ryan said. “Vivian has made enemies in high places, but she’s too smart to slip up without a little… assistance.”Katherina twirled a strand of her hair. “What kind of assistance?”Ryan’s voice lowered. “I need access. Files. Emails. Anything that can tie her to misconduct. I already have some information but I want something that wi

He put a hand on her shoulder not hard, but firm enough to tell her the conversation was over. Then he gently moved her out of his way.“Wait for me in the car,” he told one of his guards without even glancing back.The guard nodded and stayed by the elevator while Alexander and his other guard stepped out.“Alexander, please,” Vivian begged, following a step behind him. “It’ll only take a second just listen—”“We’ll talk about the wedding later,” he said, already walking down the hallway. His tone made it clear he wasn’t turning back. “I have something important to handle.”Vivian stopped, helpless, watching him disappear toward the server room. The guard stood beside her like a silent wall.Her heart hammered. She dug her phone out of her pocket with shaking fingers and typed a single word to Jeff.HE’S COMING.NEW YORK PENITENTIARY PRISON~ NEW YORK Amelia’s breath hitched.“First,” Alejandro murmured, “no one harms you not while I breathe.”“Second, you and your son live under my

Vivian to Jeff: HE’S COMING. RIGHT NOW.She stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots that meant Jeff was replying.Nothing.She typed again. Vivian: JEFF. ANSWER ME.Still nothing.---SERVER ROOM HALLWAYJeff’s phone buzzed twice in his pocket, the vibrations frantic against his leg. He ignored them. He was already running, his sneakers squeaking on the polished floor.He skidded to a stop in front of a heavy, unmarked door the secondary server archive. His access card was in his hand. He swiped it.A red light flashed. Access Denied.“No, no, no,” he muttered, swiping again. Same red light. Alexander’s security had already locked him out of the main systems.He could hear heavy footsteps echoing from the other end of the corridor. They were coming.Think. The old IT guy, Marty, had a master keycard for emergencies. He kept it… where? Jeff’s mind raced. Taped under his desk? No. In the false bottom of his coffee mug in the breakroom.Jeff turned and sprinted the other way, to