All Chapters of After Betrayal, She Married The Man They Can't Compete With: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dravyn woke up early and got dressed.He wore an ash-coloured suit with a black tie that matched it perfectly. His hair was neatly combed and styled, every strand in place. He was meant to meet the Governor of Velmoura, and meetings like that were never casual.Still, the care he took with his appearance had little to do with the Governor.The previous day had stayed on his mind. At first, the day had gone well. He enjoyed spending time with Jane, watching her smile and relax. For a few hours, she had looked lighter, almost free of everything weighing on her.Then they watched the Vale Corp conference and everything changed after that.The sadness returned to her eyes, and every plan he made for the rest of the day had to be abandoned.Inside the car, when she suddenly mentioned Selene Carter, he was shocked that she had found out so quickly. Even so, he was ready for the question.He never intended to be with Selene. Selene only became interested in him after he broke away from the W

Crash!!! The glass of milk in Greg’s hand hit the floor, shattering into a spray of white liquid all over the floor. It wasn’t an accident, it was a deliberate release of the rage burning in his chest. In his other hand, his fingers gripped his phone so tightly the case creaked. On the screen was a picture of Jane, smiling brightly beside Dravyn at what looked like a private dining table. Greg had spent the last hour staring at that single image, dissecting every detail. He desperately wanted to prove to himself that it was fake, a cheap edit, or some twisted game Dravyn was playing. Dravyn Woods is Velmoura’s most dangerous and feared man. Why would someone like him want anything to do with Jane? A piece of trash he had discarded without a second thought. Greg kept staring. He looked from the luxury of the background to the way Dravyn’s arm rested around Jane’s shoulder. It looked effortless, as though they had known each other for a lifetime. "Why am I angry?" Greg muttered. "

Jane sat stiffly beside Dravyn in the living room, the silence between them thick. Dravyn sat with his legs crossed, his hands resting on his knees. He kept checking his wristwatch. Sitting so close to him, Jane felt herself shrinking into the cushions. His presence and aura were intimidating, leaving her completely unaware of what he was plotting next. To subdue the rising anxiety, she subtly pinches the skin of her thigh. Noises drifted in from the courtyard, breaking the tension. Jane shot a glance at Dravyn, expecting him to move, but he appeared more relaxed now than he had been moments ago. Seeing his shoulders drop, Jane finally let her own back rest against the couch. The source of the noise burst into the living room, a small group of stylists and attendants dragging rolling racks of haute couture. Jane watched in astonishment as they set up their display, transforming Dravyn's living room into a boutique within seconds. Han walked in close behind them, his eyes glued to t

"Has any one of you come up with a new scent?" Lila asked, her tone cutting through the boardroom like a razor blade. She sat at the head of the table, commanding the room as though she were negotiating a high-stakes deal. "Here is what the team was able to develop, Mrs. Morris," one of the senior members said, his hand trembling slightly as he slid a tablet toward her. Lila dragged the device closer, her eyes scanning the digital breakdown of ingredients. As she read through the proposal, her head shook in a continuous negative. "This is what a team of professionals brings to my table?" Lila barked, her eyes flashing with fury. "Even kindergarten children could come up with something this basic." The conference room fell into a suffocating silence. Lila slammed her palms on the table and bolted to her feet. "What happened to those best-selling perfumes you all manufactured in the past? Where did that talent disappear to?" An uncomfortable quiet stretched over the room before a

Jane came flying down the staircase, skipping two steps at a time. A radiant smile appeared on her face as she hurried down, her eyes alive with a warmth no one had ever witnessed inside the Woods mansion. Dravyn had only just informed her that someone named Betty was waiting at the front gate to see her. The moment the words left his mouth, Jane had enthusiastically given him clearance to let her pass, darted back into her room for a quick change of clothes, and rushed back out. Downstairs, Betty stood with her eyes moving from one luxury artefact to the next, silently analysing the wealth around her. Han lingered a few paces behind her, closer to the double doors as though his sole assignment was to guard the exit. "Betty?!" Jane exclaimed when she sighted Betty. Betty snapped her head toward the sound. "Jane?!" Betty screamed. The two women sprinted toward each other until they crashed into a desperate embrace. It was the kind of hug shared after a long separation, heavy with