All Chapters of I Was Reborn to Marry This Annoying Man?: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Clinton froze.He stood there, stiff, unmoving.Dennis turned to him, his gaze colder than steel."Leave," he said flatly. "You don't need to come back to work tomorrow."Clinton's breath hitched.Dennis didn't stop there."Your father is unlucky," he added mercilessly, "to have a son like you."Clinton's fists clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms. He lifted his head and glared at Lucien, eyes burning.'Just wait, Lucien,' he thought viciously. 'I won't rest until I take back this humiliation.'Without another word, he turned around and left.The door closed behind him.Lucien didn't even look back."Alright," he said casually, lifting his glass, "let's eat."The atmosphere shifted instantly.Wine glasses were raised. Light laughter followed. What had been tense moments ago now felt strangely warm—as if they were old friends sharing a meal instead of powerful figures sealing fate-changing decisions....In the days that followed, Aureline moved.Its new location sat on the th

Aureline had been busy for days.Not the tense, suffocating kind of busy—but the lively, noisy, alive kind.The new studio buzzed from morning to afternoon. Sunlight poured in through the glass-to-ceiling windows, bouncing off display cases and half-finished sketches. Phones rang. Chairs moved. Laughter mixed with the soft scratching of pencils on paper.Seraphina had added a few new staff members to help with client intake and scheduling, but Irene still handled most of the major activities—contracts, confirmations, and the more demanding clients.At the center of it all, Seraphina moved with practiced ease."Ms. Valeza," a young woman said excitedly, clutching her bag, "I want something elegant—but not boring. Something that says I'm rich but mysterious."Seraphina blinked. "…That's very specific."The woman nodded seriously. "I've been practicing that vibe."Seraphina laughed. "Alright. Rich but mysterious. Any gemstones you hate?""Diamonds," the woman said instantly. "Too obvious

Days passed—quickly, relentlessly.Aureline didn't just grow.It expanded.The number of clients doubled, then doubled again. Appointments were booked weeks in advance. Custom orders piled up faster than sketches could be finalized. Even with extended hours and additional hands, Seraphina began to notice something undeniable—Her studio could no longer contain what Aureline had become.One night, after reviewing schedules that stretched impossibly long, she finally leaned back in her chair and sighed."This isn't just a studio anymore," she said quietly.That was when the decision crystallized.Aureline would no longer operate as a studio.It would become a corporation.The restructuring began immediately.Seraphina mapped everything out with ruthless clarity.Aureline Corp would have:HR Department – recruitment, internal management, contractsR&D (Research & Design) – gemstone research, new techniques, experimental conceptsProduction & Craftsmanship Division – master craftsmen, qua

Silence fell.The red carpet, the cameras, the murmurs—everything stopped.Seraphina stood straight, her posture calm, her smile faint but steady.She looked at Margaret.At Caleb.Then at the people watching.She spoke—slowly, clearly."Yes," she said. "You're right. You adopted me."A small nod. Respectful. Controlled."And for that, I was grateful. That's why for fifteen years, I obeyed you. I endured. I complied."Caleb frowned. Margaret's lips parted slightly."For fifteen years," Seraphina continued, "I worked for the Hawthorne family. I expanded your connections. I stabilized the company. I cleaned up messes I didn't create."Her gaze slid to Caleb—sharp now."And then what happened?"Her smile thinned."When the company started failing because of my very capable brother," she said evenly, "who was blamed?"Caleb's face stiffened. "That's not—""Me," Seraphina said calmly, cutting him off. "I became the sacrifice."Murmurs rippled."You wanted me to marry a man I didn't love. A

Julian smiled as he stepped forward.He gave Margaret and Caleb a small nod—subtle, approving—like a silent good job. In his mind, the scene had already played out perfectly: public pressure, moral accusation, reputation shaken. The usual.He adjusted his cuffs and turned toward Seraphina, voice calm, measured, almost benevolent."Seraphina," Julian said, tone carrying practiced concern, "everything that's happened today was for your own good."He gestured lightly toward Margaret and Caleb."Sometimes people need to stumble to learn. To understand that no matter how far they go, family is the only thing they can truly rely on."He paused, expecting nods. Agreement. Murmurs of approval."You've been reckless," he continued smoothly. "You thought success meant independence. But look—when things get difficult, who stands beside you?"Silence.Not the kind that waits.The kind that judges.Julian frowned slightly. He finally looked around.The crowd wasn't nodding.They weren't sympatheti