The Return Of The Betrayed Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

OUTSIDE NEW YORK PENITENTIARY PRISON — EVENINGThe cold wind brushed against Amelia’s cheeks as she stepped out of the prison gates. The heavy metal door slammed behind her, making her flinch. After months indoors, the fresh air felt unreal.Freedom. She almost didn’t believe it.But the outside wasn’t quiet.Black SUVs filled the road, lined up like a private army. Tall men in black suits stood beside them alert, armed, and watching everything.Alejandro Favino’s men. And right in front of them all stood Alejandro.Perfect suit. Calm face. Dangerous energy.Hands in his pockets like he owned the whole street.But when his eyes landed on her… everything softened.He gave her a slow, teasing smile. “Mrs. Amelia Favino Stone,” he said. “Finally. Welcome back to the outside world.”Amelia exhaled shakily and walked toward him. “I still can’t believe I’m free. After months inside… it feels strange to see the sky again.”Alejandro’s smile widened a little.“At some point,” Amelia continue

Alexander didn't hesitate, freeing himself from the confines of his pants and pushing into her in one hard thrust. They both groaned at the sensation, his thick length stretching her perfectly."Fuck," he panted, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. "You feel incredible.""So do you," Vivian gasped, locking her ankles at the small of his back. "Harder. Fuck me harder!"Alexander complied, setting a pleasurable rhythm that had the desk shaking beneath them. He pounded into her again and again, chasing their releases with single-minded focus."Come for me," he growled, feeling her start to flutter around him. "Come all over my cock like a good girl."Vivian shattered apart with a scream, coming harder than she ever had before. Alexander followed seconds later, burying himself as he spilled himself deep inside her.They melted together onto the desk, breathless and tangled, holding each other until the last wave of pleasure faded. Alexander wrapped his arms around h

BLACK WOOD INDUSTRIES ~ VIVIAN OFFICE Katherina tilted her head, studying him like a child she was bored with. “You know what? I don’t like repeating myself.”She turned to Vivian again. “Should I say this in front of your fiancé? Or do you want to speak privately… just girl to girl?”Vivian opened her mouth, ready to tell Alexander to stay with her.But Katherina lifted one eyebrow and spoke before she could. “Alexander… your assistant is outside, right? Didn’t you say you had contract drafts to check?” she asked calmly. “Because I heard your assistant complaining about some very urgent files. They sounded pretty angry.”Alexander’s shoulders tightened. “That’s why I’m paying them. They can handle it by themselves. And I’m not leaving Vivian alone with you not after what happened last time.”Katherina took a slow step forward, entering his space on purpose. “Oh? So you don’t trust me?” she said quietly. “Just so you know this isn’t protection. You’re hovering. And men like you hate

THE GRAND FAVINO MANSION ~ SPAINThe moment Amelia stepped into the grand Favino mansion, her stomach flipped. The place screamed wealth and power, and she could practically feel judgment pressing down on her. The floors gleamed under the chandelier’s golden light, and distant voices murmured somewhere down the hall.Alejandro walked a few steps ahead, his back straight, his face calm. But Amelia could sense the tension radiating off him. Breathe, she told herself. This is Spain. A fresh start.Before she could even speak, a door at the end of the hall swung open, and a sharp, icy voice cut through the air.“Who’s this?”Amelia froze. A tall woman stood there, dressed perfectly, radiating authority and pure disdain.“Mother,” Alejandro said evenly. “This is Amelia.”“Amelia…” Marisa drew the name out, letting it linger with cruel pleasure. “The widow… of my eldest son?”“Yes,” Amelia replied, her voice soft but unwavering. “It’s… a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Favino.”A thin, condesce

FAVINO GRAND MANSION ~ SPAIN The dining hall glittered with crystal glasses and silver plates, but Amelia felt none of its beauty. She held Leo’s hand tightly as they walked in, bracing herself for another cold stare from Marisa, who sat at the head of the table looking like a queen ready to judge.But before Amelia could tense further, two young women stood up from the left side of the table. Both had Alejandro’s dark eyes warm, expressive, familiar.“Finally!” the taller one said with a bright smile. She stepped forward, elegant in a simple silk dress. “I’m Elena. We’ve been waiting to meet you properly.”The second young woman, softer and more playful, came right behind her. “And I’m Serena. Don’t be fooled by all the fancy décor we’re actually normal here.” She leaned down to smile at Leo. “Well, I’m normal. Elena turns vicious when she’s hungry.”Leo giggled, and Amelia let out a small, surprised laugh. Some of the tension eased out of her chest.“It’s really nice to meet you bo