All Chapters of I Was Reborn To Marry This Annoying Man?: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Veronica's fear surfaced instantly.Every hair on her body seemed to stand on end. The color drained from her face as if all the blood had been pulled away in a single moment.Danica froze.Her mind refused to process what she had just heard.She looked at Death Bear—Then slowly turned to her mother.Veronica's face was pale.Lifeless.Darren, who had been silent the entire time, stiffened as well.His eyes flickered toward his wife—But there was no concern in them.Only fear.Fear for himself.He took a subtle step back.As if distancing himself.As if avoiding being dragged into her fate.Veronica noticed.Her eyes turned sharp."Coward!" she hissed.But when she looked to the other side—Danica was gone.Her eyes widened.At the far end of the hall—Danica stood.Alone.Far.Distant.As if drawing a clear line between them.Veronica didn't even see when she moved.Only that she was already there.Cold.Detached.As if saying—'I have nothing to do with you.'Veronica's expression

That night, Lucien stayed at the main villa of the Valeza family.The events of the day had been exhausting. Even for someone like him, the weight of everything that had unfolded was not something to simply brush aside. Now, in the quiet of a private room, he finally allowed himself a moment of rest.—After entrusting everything to the Grand Elder, things moved quickly.Military forces arrived at the Valeza Residence without delay.Death Bear was taken into custody and sent back to his home country—this time not as a hunter, but as a prisoner.As for Veronica, Danica, and Darren—They were exiled.Sent abroad.Despite everything, they were still part of the Valeza bloodline. The Grand Elder, adhering to tradition, provided them with enough capital to start anew. Enough to build a business. Enough to survive for many years without falling into poverty.But—Whether they could ever return to the luxurious life they once had…That would depend entirely on their own ability.—Lucien, on

"Wow…"Seraphina couldn't help but whisper as she stopped in place.Her eyes moved slowly across the interior.The inside was even more breathtaking than the exterior.The ceiling stretched high above, adorned with intricate gold patterns that reflected the light from a massive crystal chandelier hanging at the center. The floor beneath them was polished marble, smooth and flawless, its surface reflecting their figures like a mirror.Tall pillars stood along both sides of the hall, each carved with delicate engravings—symbols of power, history, and lineage. Between them were framed portraits of past leaders of the Cross family, each one radiating authority even in stillness.On the side—A grand staircase curved upward, almost identical in structure to the one in the Valeza main villa, leading to the second floor where the inner chambers likely resided.But what drew the most attention—Was at the far end.A golden throne.Not exaggerated.Not overly decorated.Yet unmistakably—A sea

By noon, Lucien and Seraphina remained at the main villa for lunch.The dining hall was vast.A long table stretched across the center, polished to perfection, reflecting the soft light from the chandeliers above.Yet despite its size—Only four seats were prepared.Four plates.Four sets of utensils.Nothing excessive.Nothing unnecessary.One by one, dishes were brought out.Carefully plated.Balanced.Steamed fish with delicate herbs.Roasted meats glazed to perfection.Fresh vegetables arranged like art.Light soups, rich broths.And desserts waiting at the far end.Everything was quiet.Organized.Seraphina and Aurora had already taken their seats.Lucien sat beside Seraphina.Moments later—Lucio entered.His expression—Once again stern.Composed.As if the earlier scene in the ancestral house had never happened.He took the main seat at the head of the table.Without a word.The meal began.For a while—Only the soft clinking of utensils could be heard.Then—Aurora spoke."So

Behind Dorothy, two figures followed closely.A woman and a man.At a glance, it was easy to tell—They were not ordinary attendants.Their posture, the way they carried themselves, the sharpness in their eyes—They belonged to the upper ranks of the IGJF.Executives.—Yet there was something off about them.Something… unpleasant.Their expressions were composed, but there was no warmth, no professionalism that matched the occasion.Still, no one paid attention.Because right behind them—Two more figures entered.Familiar.Too familiar.Seraphina's gaze sharpened.Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly.Jaycee Torres.And Cassy Torres.For a brief moment, Seraphina felt a flicker of surprise.Why were they here?Why were they following behind Dorothy?But the thought passed quickly.Around them, the atmosphere shifted again.Several guests immediately approached Dorothy, offering greetings, introductions, and polite conversations.Through the exchanges, Seraphina picked up a few names.The