The Secret Groom of My Wedding Night のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The mansion was unusually quiet that night. Mia sat alone in her room, unable to sleep. The events of the past few days kept replaying in her mind.Chairman Lu's death. Jason's revelation. The burial. Jamiah's sudden interest in Jason. And now, the growing tension inside the Lu family. Everything felt wrong.As though she had stepped into a game she didn't understand. A dangerous game. One she wasn't prepared to play. Her gaze drifted toward the drawer beside her bed. Inside was the marriage contract. The same contract that had changed her life. The same contract Chairman Lu had insisted she sign. The memory of their final conversation surfaced. The old man had looked unusually serious that day."No matter what happens, protect this contract."At the time, she hadn't understood why. Now she couldn't stop thinking about it.Mia opened the drawer. Carefully, she removed the folder. The pages felt heavier than before. As if they carried secrets. As if they carried answers. She slowly tur

The atmosphere inside Lu Group Headquarters was tense.Even before the meeting began, the tension could be felt throughout the entire building.Employees spoke in lowered voices.Assistants moved quickly through the hallways.Security personnel stood at every major entrance.Everyone knew today was important.For the first time since Chairman Lu's death, the Lu family's shareholders and senior board members had gathered together.Officially, it was a routine board meeting.Unofficially, it was something far more dangerous.A battle for power. A battle for influence. A battle for the future of Lu Group.The conference room occupied the entire top floor of the headquarters.Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline.A long mahogany table stretched through the center of the room.Every chair was occupied. Every seat represented power. Billions of dollars. Decades of influence. Generations of ambition. At the head of the table sat Jason Lu. The newly appointed President of Lu G

Three days later, the entire Lu family gathered in the main conference hall of Lu Group.The summons had arrived unexpectedly. No explanations. No details.Only a brief message from Chairman Lu's personal lawyer requesting the attendance of all major family shareholders, board members, and direct relatives.That alone was enough to make everyone uneasy.Since Chairman Lu's death, the family had been walking on unstable ground.Power balances had shifted.Old alliances had begun forming.New rivalries had emerged.And beneath the surface, everyone was searching for the same thing. An advantage.The massive conference hall buzzed with quiet conversations as family members arrived one after another.Some sat in small groups whispering.Others watched silently.Everyone seemed to have a theory.Everyone believed they knew why they had been called.No one actually did.Mia sat quietly beside Jason.She kept her hands folded neatly in her lap.Despite her calm appearance, she could feel the

Jason had spent years burying the past. His father's expectations. His childhood. His mistakes. His first love. Especially his first love. For a long time, he had convinced himself that the past no longer mattered.The man he had become had no use for old memories.Memories were distractions. Weaknesses.Things that made people hesitate when difficult decisions needed to be made.Chairman Lu had taught him that lesson long ago.Focus on the future. Never look back.Never allow emotions to interfere with responsibility.Jason had followed that philosophy for years.He buried himself in work. In business. In success.And eventually, the memories faded. Or so he thought.Yet somehow, Jamiah kept bringing them back.At first, it had seemed harmless.A few conversations, shared memories. Then came occasional lunches. Unexpected coffee breaks.Phone calls that lasted longer than they should have.Before long, Jason found himself looking forward to seeing her.The realization annoyed him. It

The next morning, Lu Mansion felt colder than usual.It was not the kind of cold that came from the weather, because the house was warm and bright and filled with servants moving quietly through its polished halls. It was a different kind of cold. The kind that settled between people who had once spoken and now had nothing to say. The kind that grew out of disappointment, silence, and the things nobody dared to admit out loud.Mia woke before sunrise, just as she had become accustomed to doing in recent days. For a moment, she lay still beneath the soft covers, listening to the faint rustle of leaves outside the window and the distant sound of footsteps somewhere far below. The mansion was never truly quiet. There was always movement somewhere, someone cleaning, someone opening doors, someone arranging flowers, someone preparing breakfast for people who had never known what it meant to worry about where the next meal would come from.She stared at the ceiling for a long while.The cha