All Chapters of Married to My Runaway Groom's Ruthless Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clarissa was up early.She had already bathed. The bathroom still held a faint trace of steam when she returned to the bedroom and sat down at the dressing table. Her room was large and beautiful. Pale walls. Tall windows. A soft carpet that muted every step. It still felt like a place she had been given rather than a place that belonged to her, but the quiet of the early morning made it easier to breathe inside it.She picked up the brush and began working it through her hair, slow and steady. The light coming through the windows was still thin and soft. She watched her own reflection without really seeing it.A knock came at the door.She paused with the brush in her hand and waited a moment before answering."Come in."A staff member stepped inside and closed the door behind her with quiet care. She greeted Clarissa the way the household staff had begun greeting her since the wedding, polite and measured, as if she were already the woman the house expected her to be."Good morning,

The girl froze the moment Clarissa spoke."Sorry ma," she said quickly, her voice shaking. "I did not mean it. I am new here. I was in a hurry. I wanted to give Mrs. Richard the coffee she sent for."Helen came rushing from the side, her face tight with worry."Sorry ma, please do not be angry," Helen said. "She is new here. It was a mistake."Clarissa looked at the girl. "It is okay. Who did you say you were taking the coffee to?""Mrs. Richard," the girl answered. "She sent for it."Clarissa held her gaze steadily. "I am Mrs. Richard."The girl’s eyes widened. Colour drained from her face."Oh my God. I am so sorry, ma. I actually poured the coffee I was going to give you on your own shoe. I am so sorry. I did not know it was you. I am really sorry.""It is okay," Clarissa said calmly. "I will just go and clean up."She turned to Helen. "Show me to the restroom, please.""Yes, ma," Helen answered at once.They walked quickly. Inside the restroom, Clarissa cleaned the coffee from her

It was morning.Clarissa stood in front of the mirror in her room, fully dressed. She wore a green trouser suit with a light pink jacket over a white blouse that sat neatly against her skin, showing the soft curve of her waist and a clean neckline. Her heels were pure white. A green handbag rested on the chair beside her. Around her neck sat a small silver necklace, and a matching bracelet rested on her wrist. Her hair was packed up neatly, giving it a clean salon finish.She did not need help dressing. She had always known how to put herself together. She turned slightly, checked the back of the jacket, adjusted the sleeve once, then picked up the handbag.She left the room and went downstairs.Charles was already at the breakfast table. He wore green trousers and a black jacket. His shoes were black. His watch was silver. No tie. He had decided to have breakfast before putting on the rest of his suit.The moment Clarissa stepped into the dining room,

Nate stood in front of Clarissa’s desk holding a thick folder. "Of course I will," Clarissa replied. "I know you will so this is the file folder of last month’s sales. Everything is arranged by category and date for easy review." "Alright, Nate. I will go through it. I’m kind of busy at the moment, but I will look at it properly before the end of the day." "Sure. Alright. Take your time. There is no rush at all. I will take my leave now." "Thank you, Nate." "You’re welcome, Mrs. Richard. Call me if you need any clarification on the numbers." "I will." Nate nodded politely and stepped out of the office, closing the door quietly behind him. On the upper floor, Ethan knocked once and entered Charles’s office. "Sir, it’s lunch time." "I know." Charles stood up, closed the file in front of him, and walked toward the private dining area connected to his office. He sat down at the small table. Ethan quickly moved forward and began opening the covered dishes one by one.

Charles kept his eyes on Elena. "Who exactly told you to come to this hotel?" Elena blinked, then quickly shook her head. Her expression shifted into confusion mixed with hurt. "No one. I came here by myself. Why are you asking me that, brother?" Charles did not answer immediately. He just watched her carefully. Elena’s voice rose a little. "I was scared. I didn’t know where else to go. And now you’re looking at me like I did something wrong." "The report shows the car and the room were arranged in advance," Charles said calmly. "I don’t know anything about that. I just found this place and checked in. I was panicking." She took a step closer to him. "Brother, don’t you trust me?" Charles remained quiet. His silence made the air in the room heavier. Elena’s eyes watered. "I thought you came to protect me. Why does it feel like you’re interrogating me instead?" "I’m trying to understand what happened," Charles replied. "I already told you what happened. Someone thr