All Chapters of My Perfect Marriage Revenge : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The following day, dressed in her new clothes, Bianca headed to Green Mountain to check on the renovation progress. The builders were hard at work, laying bricks and cementing walls. She walked around the site, discussing the progress with the head contractor. When Sebastian entered from outside, his gaze lingered on her outfit. Nice clothes. A recent purchase, yep. A bright smile spread across her face as she thought about how Theo had bought them for her. Sebastian caught the happiness in her eyes, and for some reason, an unsettling discomfort settled in his chest. Before he could dwell on it, Bianca's phone rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen. She hesitated briefly before answering. Hello? A distressed voice came through the line. Is this Miss North? A woman named Wendy has passed out in her rental home. I tried calling the contacts on her phone, but no one was willing to come. Wendy... Aunt Wendy. He

A flicker of warmth softened Chris's gaze as he studied Bianca. 20 years gone. In the blink of an eye, he murmured.The little baby girl from back then has grown so much. You look just like your mother.Bianca's heart clenched at the mention of her mother.I heard she saved your life once, she asked curiously.Chris's lips curled into a faint, nostalgic smile.That's right. Don't be fooled by what you see now. I wasn't always like this. I was drowning in debt, barely surviving. Then I met your mother. She gave me a chance, took me under her wing, and I started working for her.That's how I got to where I am today.Bianca blinked, absorbing his words. A woman's instinct whispered in the back of her mind. This man had been more than just grateful to her mother. He had loved her.Her chest tightened. She passed away so young.Chris's smile faded. Yes, he exhaled, the weight of old grief settling in his eyes.I never understood why your mother sud

Ruth lingered behind, sidling up to Theo with a coy smile. “Mr. Williams,” she purred, positioning herself close. “Why aren't you coming with us?” Theo shot her a cold glare. She didn't flinch. If anything, she took it as a challenge. Ever since the first time she'd met Theo, she hadn't seen another man who even came close to his level of elegance. It was a shame that his background didn't initially seem like a match for hers, but after learning that he was an influential person in America, she saw him in a different light. She thought they would make a perfect match. “Perhaps you don't know much about the Martin family,” Ruth continued smoothly, ignoring his indifference. “We have over $50 billion in assets, and we're expanding rapidly—F&B, travel, finance, technology, you name it. And soon,” she smiled, “we'll be partnering with Harrington Corporation, one of the top 500 companies globally.”

Theo's voice was low and soothing, like a tranquilizer, easing Bianca's restless thoughts. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she drifted into sleep against his shoulder. Theo carried her upstairs, laying her gently on the bed. For a moment, he just looked at her—at the soft flush on her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her breath. He let out a quiet sigh. Hopeless. That's what he was when it came to her. These past few days without her, he hadn't slept at all. With one last glance at her peaceful face, he turned toward the bathroom—but just as he reached for the towel, a knock sounded at the door. His expression darkened as he pulled it open. Felix stood outside, his voice low. “Something's up.” Theo stepped out, closing the door behind him. Felix handed him a photo. It was a grainy image of a man—disheveled, his face gaunt, a small star-shaped tattoo on his cheek.

“Everyone knows that Cheryl North never married. How could she have a daughter? You're making up ridiculous lies!” Bianca cut her off with a smirk. “Funny.” She cocked her head. “That's not what you said before. You were the one who claimed I wasn't Noah North's daughter.” Rebecca's expression flickered. She crossed her arms. “I was just talking nonsense back then. But Grandpa and Grandma's will states the truth.” Silence. Then— Director Irvine sighed, rubbing his temples. “It's true,” he admitted. “The will clearly states that Bianca North is indeed Cheryl North's daughter.” A fresh wave of murmurs rippled through the shareholders. Noah's breathing shallowed. But in the next second, his expression hardened. His tone turned dismissive. “Even if that's true, the shares have already been transferred to my name.” His l