Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Bride of Vengeance: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The engagement party was a spectacle worthy of a billionaire’s future bride.Adrian had rented the grand ballroom of the city’s most luxurious hotel. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling like stars, white roses and gold accents decorated every surface, and a live orchestra played soft music. The guest list was filled with powerful business tycoons, celebrities, politicians, and media figures. Cameras flashed constantly as guests whispered about the surprising union between the ruthless Adrian Blackwood and the quiet single mother Aria Bennett.Aria stood beside Adrian in a stunning ivory gown that hugged her figure elegantly. She felt like she was in a dream. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to believe she was getting the happy ending she deserved. Ethan, dressed in a tiny tuxedo, stole the spotlight as he ran between guests, charming everyone with his bright smile and curious questions.Adrian never left her side. His hand rested possessively on her lower back. H

The wedding planning continued at full speed, but the shadow of doubt had taken root in Aria’s heart and refused to leave.Isabella’s warning played on repeat in her mind. Every time Adrian smiled at her, every time he kissed her, every time he lifted Ethan onto his shoulders and called him “little one,” Aria felt a sharp twist in her chest. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to trust the man who had proposed to her so beautifully. But the fear was growing.Adrian noticed the change. He became even more attentive, more loving, as if sensing the distance. He surprised her with romantic gestures — breakfast in bed, flowers delivered to her office, late-night massages that always turned into passionate lovemaking. One night, after Ethan was asleep, he pulled her into the shower with him. The water cascaded over their bodies as he pressed her against the cool tiles, kissing her deeply. His hands roamed her wet skin, teasing her breasts, sliding between her thighs until she was tremblin

The drive to the private seaside villa was supposed to be a romantic escape.Adrian drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Aria’s thigh, his thumb gently stroking her skin. Ethan was in the back seat, happily playing with a new toy car Adrian had bought him. The sun was shining, the road was clear, and the radio played soft music. To any outsider, they looked like the perfect family heading off for a dream weekend.But Aria was breaking inside.She forced a smile every time Adrian glanced at her. She laughed when Ethan giggled. She even leaned over to kiss Adrian’s cheek when he squeezed her hand. But every loving gesture now felt like a knife twisting in her chest. The man beside her had known Ethan was his son. He had known for weeks. And he had still proposed to her. Still made love to her. Still looked her in the eyes and said he loved her.She was playing pretend.And so was he.“You okay, beautiful?” Adrian asked, glancing at her with that warm smile that once

The villa looked exactly the same as the day they’d first pulled up—those bright white walls catching the sun, waves rolling in steady and endless, palm trees swaying like they had all the time in the world.But to Aria, it didn’t feel like a sanctuary anymore. It felt like a stage set. Beautiful, sure. But hollow underneath, like something that had learned how to smile back at her.The morning started with Ethan’s laughter. That bright, unstoppable sound cut through the quiet before she even reached the terrace. She stopped in the doorway, one hand on the frame.Adrian stood barefoot on the warm tiles, Ethan perched on his hip like he belonged there. The little boy was reaching for Adrian’s wristwatch again, fingers grabbing at the metal with pure delight.“Again!” Ethan squealed.Adrian chuckled, that low, easy sound she used to love. “You’re gonna break it one day, buddy,” he said, loosening the strap so Ethan could play with it properly. The boy’s eyes went wide, like he’d been ha

Chapter 29: The Breaking PointThe collapse didn’t creep in anymore. It slammed through the doors like a storm that had been waiting just offshore, patient and merciless. Within days, Marcus Bennett’s company—something he had poured thirty-five years of sweat, late nights, and careful handshakes into—was declared insolvent. The words on the legal notices looked clinical, almost sterile, but they carried the weight of an ending. Assets frozen. Bank accounts locked down. Decades of contracts voided overnight, reduced to meaningless digital ghosts in some lawyer’s inbox.Aria stood in the hallway of her father’s house, listening to the silence that had swallowed the place whole. The usual hum of phones ringing, assistants moving through the halls, the low murmur of business deals being negotiated over coffee—it was all gone. Just empty rooms and the faint tick of a clock somewhere in the distance.She found her father in his study, where he’d spent most of his waking hours since the firs