บททั้งหมดของ Divorce on my Birthday, Revenge on His.: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

With the intensity of the kiss, Bianca didn’t even have the chance to move… he already had her exactly where he wanted. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch her, moving on their own as he cupped her warm face. For a moment, it eased something inside him… because in his arms, she was safe and protected, like nothing in the world could ever happen to her.But Bianca didn’t return the kiss. It was too sudden and overwhelming. She felt trapped in it. Her eyes could have closed; she could have let herself feel the warmth of it, but the pain in her heart was still too fresh for her to let go. She struggled lightly in his hold as he continued and almost at the same time, he pulled away.His eyes opened slowly, unfocused for a second, like someone waking from something he didn’t understand. He looked into her confused gaze, still holding her face as if he hadn’t fully let go. For a brief moment, he looked completely vulnerable.Then it hit him, like something snapping back into place.

GermanyIn those last few days, Bianca had barely stepped out of her room. It was obvious she was trying to avoid Sebastian, who had already noticed. The day after the ride, he had returned, but she wasn’t in the library where she usually sat. He kept going there, hoping to find her, but she was never there.She had run into Mrs Wendy a few times, who carried her breakfast, lunch, and even dinner upstairs, as Bianca refused to come out…And Sebastian himself had buried himself in work, trying to escape the embarrassment and shame he was feeling.That afternoon, Bianca finally stepped out, thinking he might have gone to work since she hadn’t heard his voice and his car wasn’t outside. She walked quietly, taking careful steps… only to suddenly see Sebastian coming in hastily from another section of the house. . The first thing she noticed was the bandage wrapped around his hands and even his head. She froze for a second, wondering what could have happened.He hadn’t seen her yet, his foc

The blazing camera lights hit Mr Dominic’s face, a sensation he had grown used to over the years. But today, there was a hint of discomfort…like the spotlight was just a little too piercing. He took a step forward, adjusting his stance as he tilted his head slightly, maintaining his composure.Mrs Clara, sensing something was off, turned to him. Concern was clear on her face. “Dominic, are you okay? You look a bit… overwhelmed,” she asked softly, leaning closer so only he could hear.Mr Dominic forced a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just… just a bit tired, that’s all.” Mrs Clara studied him for a moment, her eyes lingering on his face, but he kept his gaze forward, smiling for the cameras. After a second, she turned as well, her expression shifting into a perfect, practiced smile as she stood beside him, matching his poise while her eyes subtly scanned the room, making sure everyone’s attention remained exactly where it should be.Before they could even move further inside

Rosina had been boiling inside from the moment she left the event. She hadn’t even waited for it to end. With her bag clutched tightly, she told her parents she wasn’t feeling well and needed to return to her hotel. They let her go without question, too occupied with their own plans to stay behind and speak with other prominent guests about expanding their business. But it was all a lie… she simply couldn’t stay there any longer. Not after hearing Mr Dominic Moriarty mention two daughters. She already knew he had only one daughter…she had confirmed it the first time she searched about him. So if he was now speaking of two, it could only mean one thing: he already knew Bianca was his daughter. Was that why Bianca had never fought her for Charles… and had even taken her place so easily? The thought made her heart pound wildly against her chest. She hated the idea of Bianca having more than her.She got into the car and asked to be driven straight to Charles’s hotel. Luckily, she didn’t h

The media was still swarming the hospital like bees around a hive, desperate for headlines, even at such an early hour. It was still dark when Sebastian arrived in the States. He stepped out of his car, his eyes scanning the crowd of reporters trying to catch a glimpse of him. He had never liked them, not even as a child and seeing them gathered like this, pushing for answers he would never give, only irritated him. He slammed the door shut as security quickly moved to clear a path toward the hospital entrance.The drive from the airport had been a blur. Everything suddenly felt like it was falling apart. The moment he heard the news, he took his jet, ignoring the pain in his body just to get here. Mr Moretti was more than just a mentor to him… he had been a father figure, a guiding light in his darkest days. The thought of losing him was unbearable. Even more so, Bianca had insisted he go. She had never asked him for anything before, and he wasn’t about to refuse….even when he was wo