บททั้งหมดของ The Stolen Bride of The Ruthless Don: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Kelvin barely slept throughout the night.Every time he closed his eyes, Amelia’s words came back to him.I’m pregnant.He sat behind his desk the following morning, staring at the untouched glass of whiskey beside his laptop.His jaw tightened.He had spent the entire night trying to convince himself that Amelia was lying and it was all a dream.It would have been easier if she was.He picked up his phone and dialed his lawyer.“Come to my office.” There was a brief pause on the other end.“Now?”“Did I stutter?”“No. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”Kelvin ended the call.He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead.He hated complications he had gone from almost marrying Victoria to getting Amelia pregnant.”In the industry Amelia was more or less a toy, if his friends knew he got her pregnant he wouldn’t be able to raise his head up again.The thought made his stomach twist.He didn't love Amelia, he could only blame his selfish desires..A knock sounded.His lawyer walke

“But you have to swear an oath.”Amelia slowly raised her head. “An oath?” She looked at Mrs. Valens, confused. “What kind of oath?”Mrs. Valens leaned back against the sofa.“If you truly intend to become part of this family, there are things you need to understand.”Kelvin scoffed. “Mom, this is getting ridiculous.”Mrs. Valens turned sharply toward him. “Then leave.”Kelvin's mouth snapped shut. He knew better than to challenge his mother when she was in that mood.Mrs. Valens looked back at Amelia. “The Valens family has enemies. People who smile at us during the day and plan our downfall at night.”Amelia nodded slowly. “I understand.”“No, you don't.” Mrs. Valens's voice became colder.“If you carry my son's child, you will not use that child to expose family matters outside this house. You will not speak about our business. You will not involve yourself in matters you don't understand.”Amelia quickly nodded. “I swear.”Mrs. Valens wasn't finished. “And if the child is not Kelv

Dante stood beside the window with his arms crossed.Victoria knew that look. He was angry.“Did you pick me up just to pace around the window?” She asked.“You're not going,” he said.Victoria stared at him. “Excuse me?”“The fashion show.”She folded her arms. “We already talked about this.”“My men saw a strange car outside Nina’s place and Vicky. I have a lot of enemies. I'm still trying to put this in order.”“And so now you're ignoring everything I said.” She muttered.Dante turned toward her. “Thousands of people will be there, Victoria.”“It is a fashion show, not a battlefield.”“You don't know that.”She laughed bitterly. “That's exactly the problem with you. Everything is a threat.” “Because there are people who want you dead.”Victoria's expression hardened.“And I'm supposed to hide forever because of them?”“No.”“Then what?”“I want you protected.”“You already gave me security.” “Not enough.” He muttered.Victoria stepped closer. “Dante, I need a career. I need a li

The fashion show begin after the lights turned on.The venue looked nothing like Nina's small studio. Lights covered the entrance. Luxury cars lined the street. Photographers shouted names.Celebrities walked across the red carpet. International buyers filled the front rows.Nina stood backstage, staring at everything. “This is real,” she whispered.Victoria smiled beside her. “You did this.”Nina looked at her. “I couldn't have done it without you.”“You would have.” Victoria smiled, squeezing her hand to reassure her.Nina shook her head. “You gave me the courage.”Victoria hugged her.Then Nina pulled back. “Now go make everyone stare.”Victoria laughed.Moments later, the lights dimmed.The music started.Victoria stepped onto the runway.The crowd erupted.Her fair legs the link pink glitter gown cling to her hips.All the men drool while the ladies stare in awe and jealousy, she brought the outfit to life.Phones rose everywhere and camera flashed.She walked confidently, wearin

The hospital corridor had never felt so quiet.Victoria sat on a bench with her hands clasped together, staring at the floor. There was dried blood on the edge of her white sleeve. She had tried to wash it away several times, but the stain remained.Maybe that was why she kept looking at it.Because every time she did, she remembered the explosion.She remembered the sound.The screaming.The smoke.And then the face of her secretary.She closed her eyes."I should have been there."Dante, who had been standing a few feet away, turned immediately. "Don't."Victoria looked up. "You don't even know what I was going to say.""I know."She swallowed."If she hadn't come looking for me, she would still be alive."Dante walked toward her and crouched in front of her."Victoria, look at me."She did."This was not your fault.""But it happened because of me.""No.""Everyone around me keeps getting hurt."Dante's jaw tightened. "Don't put that on yourself."She looked away."I brought danger