Todos los capítulos de Married to My Runaway Groom's Ruthless Brother: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 29

Clarissa held the phone tightly against her ear."Say that again… slowly," she repeated.Diana’s voice came through, thick with emotion. "Clarissa… we miss you. Your father especially misses you. Why don’t you come and see your family? Is it because you married into that family and forgot about us?"Clarissa closed her eyes for a second. "Diana, don’t start.""I’m your mother. I can start if I want. You’ve been gone for weeks. No visit. No proper call. Do we mean nothing to you now that you live in that big house?""I’ve been busy with work.""Busy with your new life. We understand. But that doesn’t mean you should forget where you come from. Your father keeps asking about you every single day. He sits in the living room waiting for your call."Clarissa was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke evenly. "Alright. I’m coming home this evening after I close from the office.""Really?""Yes. I’ll be there.""Good. We’ll be waiting for you. Don’t change your mind.""I won’t."Clarissa ended t

"And so what if she’s here?" Maria said, her voice sharp with irritation."I’m just saying," Elena replied calmly, still seated with a small smile on her face."Just saying my ass." Maria picked up her bag from the chair, hissed at Elena under her breath, and walked upstairs without looking back. Her footsteps were heavy and deliberate on the stairs.Clarissa didn’t comment. She continued eating her food quietly, eyes fixed on her plate as if the conversation happening around her had nothing to do with her at all. She chewed slowly and kept her focus on the meal.Elena watched her for a second longer, then stood up, walked to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it slowly. After placing the empty glass in the sink, she also went upstairs without another word.When Clarissa finished her dinner, she stood up, carried her plate to the kitchen herself, and rinsed it under the tap. She didn’t bother calling for any of the maids. She dried her hands

Clarissa locked her phone and placed it face down on the desk. Charles stood near the door, watching her. “What is it?” he asked again. “Nothing important,” Clarissa said. Her voice was even. “Just a work message.” Charles did not move. “Your face changed.” “I am fine.” He studied her for another second, then nodded once. “The family meeting is at seven. We leave the office by six.” “Alright.” Charles turned and left. The door closed quietly behind him. Clarissa sat still for a moment. Then she picked up the phone again and read the message one more time. **Ask your husband why Yvonne still has a key to the old apartment.** She locked the screen and put the phone in her bag. At afternoon she sat at her desk in the fashion studio, flipping through the latest batch of sketches. The sun came through the windows and made the paper glow. She looked up when the door opened.Derek walked in, suit jacket open, tie loose. He smiled at her the way people smile when they

Elena stood in the doorway for only a second. She looked at both of them, then turned and walked out without another word. The door closed softly behind her. Clarissa stayed quiet for a moment. Charles did not speak either. “No dear” She said, and left the study. Downstairs the house felt still. She had just reached the bottom of the stairs when her phone rang. It was Olivia. “Ma’am, good evening. The new design materials just arrived. The fabric samples and the first cut pieces for the capsule collection. I think you should come and see them before we move anything to storage. You need to check if the colors and the feel match what you wanted.” Clarissa glanced at the time. It was just after five-thirty. “Okay. I’m coming now.” She went back upstairs, picked up her bag from the chair near the bed, and came down again. Outside she called the driver. “Yes, ma’am?”

The morning air inside the fashion division was thick with the scent of fresh steam and damp wool. Clarissa stood at the head of the long cutting table, her fingers pinned to the edge of a newly draped slate-gray coat.“The tension on the left lapel is off,” she said, her voice cutting cleanly through the low hum of the room. “It needs to be unpicked and basted again. We don't have room for pulling under the collar.”Sophia, who was holding the shears, immediately nodded. “I’ll fix it right now, Mrs. Richard.”On the opposite side of the table, Lauren let out a short, sharp breath—not quite a sigh, but loud enough to draw Sophia’s eyes. The two interns exchanged a brief, icy glance before looking away. They hadn't spoken a direct word to one another since Tuesday.Before Clarissa could address the friction, the heavy glass door of the design floor clicked open.Derek walked in, accompanied by a man in a sharp grey suit carrying a digital tablet. It was Vance, one of the senior corpora