บททั้งหมดของ The Bride of the Wrong Name: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The rain had not stopped. By morning, the sky remained a dull, heavy gray—as if the world itself sensed the darkness closing in around the Blackwood family. Inside the mansion, nothing felt safe anymore. Elara stood in the study, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the empty space where her marriage certificate had once been locked away. It felt like a piece of her life had been stolen.Not just paper. Proof. Proof that her life with Adrian was real. That she belonged here. “That document…” she whispered. “It’s everything, isn’t it?”Adrian stood across from her, his expression unreadable, but his eyes burned with something darker than anger. “Yes.”Her chest tightened. “They can use it against us.”“They will,” he said calmly.Elara looked up at him. “You sound certain.”“I don’t deal in hope,” Adrian replied. “I deal in outcomes.”Victor, lounging near the window, gave a soft chuckle. “And right now, the outcome is not in your favor.”Adrian didn’t respond. But Elara could feel

The air inside the warehouse turned deadly still. For one second—just one— Everything froze. Then-—Gunfire exploded. Adrian moved first. He shoved Elara behind him just as bullets tore through the space where she had been standing. The deafening cracks of gunshots echoed violently, splintering wood, shattering metal, ripping through the darkness.“Stay down!” he barked.Victor was already in motion, pulling a gun from his coat and firing with terrifying precision. Two men dropped instantly. But there were too many. Far too many. Elara crouched behind a broken crate, her heart slamming against her chest as chaos erupted around her. The sound of bullets, shouting, bodies falling—it all blurred into a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.This was real. Too real. A man lunged toward her. Before she could react— A shot rang out. The man dropped inches from her. Adrian. His face was no longer calm. No longer controlled. It was something darker. Something lethal. More dangerous than before.

The storm finally broke. But the calm that followed was worse. The skies cleared, yet inside the Blackwood mansion, the tension only deepened. Every room felt heavier, every breath harder to take. War had begun. And there was no turning back. Adrian stood in the war room—once a simple study, now transformed into a command center. Screens lined the walls, each one displaying data, movements, reports. Enemies. Locations. Threat levels.Victor leaned against the table, scanning through files. “You’ve stirred them up,” he muttered. “They’re not hiding anymore.”Adrian didn’t look away from the screen. “Good.”Victor raised a brow. “You wanted this?”“I wanted them to show themselves.” A pause. “And now they have.”Elara stood near the doorway, listening. Watching. Trying to understand the world she had been dragged into. “You talk about this like it’s a game,” she said quietly.Adrian turned. “It’s not a game.”“Then why does it feel like one?”He didn’t answer. Because the truth was—It w

The mansion felt unfamiliar. Not because it had changed—But because Elara had. She stood in one of the guest rooms now, far from Adrian’s. The silence here was different. Colder. Empty. No presence. No warmth. No him. Her fingers traced the edge of the bed as her thoughts spiraled. It wasn’t an accident. The words wouldn’t leave her mind. Everything she believed in… everything she had built her fragile trust upon… had started as a lie, a plan, amanipulation. And yet—Her heart still ached for him. That was the cruelest part. A soft knock came at the door. “Elara?” It was Victor. She hesitated, then opened it. He leaned casually against the frame, but his eyes were sharper than usual.“You look terrible,” he said.She gave a weak smile. “Thank you.”“I mean it as concern,” he added.“That doesn’t make it better.”He shrugged slightly. “Fair.” Silence lingered for a moment before he spoke again. “He hasn’t moved.”Elara’s chest tightened. “What do you mean?”“He’s been in that room sinc

The building stood like a warning abandoned, silent and waiting. Elara stepped out of the car slowly, her eyes scanning the towering structure before them. It loomed against the night sky, its broken windows like empty eyes watching their every move. “This is it?” she asked quietly.Victor nodded. “He chose it for a reason.”Adrian closed the car door beside her. “He wants control.”Victor smirked faintly. “He thinks he already has it.”Adrian’s gaze darkened. “Then we prove him wrong.” The doors creaked as they stepped inside. Darkness swallowed them instantly. Cold air wrapped around Elara like a warning. Her heart pounded not from fear alone but from knowing this was the end. One way or another. Footsteps echoed. Slow. Measured. Then—A voice. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.”Elara froze. Adrian stepped slightly in front of her. “Show yourself.”A soft chuckle filled the space. Then—Lights flickered on. And there he was. Sebastian Voss. Standing at the center of the roo