Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Bride of Vengeance: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The drive back to the city felt longer than it should have. Aria sat in the passenger seat, watching the coastline disappear behind them, her new wedding ring catching the sunlight with every small movement. Mrs. Blackwood. The name still didn’t feel like hers. Adrian drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to rest on her thigh — a silent claim. A reminder.Back at their penthouse, the tension followed them inside like an unwelcome guest. Ethan was happy to be home, running to his room to play with his toys, but the adults moved through the space like strangers pretending to be married.Adrian became more controlling almost immediately. “For your safety,” he said when he asked for her phone that first night back. “Daniel is dangerous. I need to know who you’re talking to.” Aria handed it over without argument, but the violation burned.The next few days settled into a strange rhythm. During the day, they played the perfect married couple — taking Ethan t

The days after Daniel’s public strike became a suffocating routine of pretense and fear. Aria moved through the penthouse like a ghost in her own life — smiling for Ethan, playing the role of the perfect Mrs. Blackwood when guests came over, and lying beside Adrian every night while her mind screamed for escape. The wedding ring on her finger felt heavier with each passing hour, a constant, gleaming reminder of the vows she had spoken under duress.Adrian’s control tightened like a noose. He limited her movements “for her safety,” assigning a discreet security detail and monitoring her phone calls and messages. “Daniel is dangerous,” he kept repeating, his voice low and intense. “I won’t let him touch our family.” But the way he watched her made it painfully clear that he didn’t fully trust her either. Every late-night call, every moment she spent alone, was met with quiet questions and lingering glances.Aria felt like she was suffocating in the very home that was supposed to be her

Adrian stood frozen in the middle of the silent penthouse, water dripping steadily from his soaked clothes onto the marble floor. The echo of his own ragged breathing was the only sound breaking the heavy quiet. He had searched every room twice — tearing open closets, checking under beds, even looking in the bathroom cabinets like they might be hiding there. Ethan’s bed was neatly made, the stuffed bear he always slept with missing. The escape bag Aria had packed was gone. Her favorite coat was missing from the closet. Their wedding photo on the mantelpiece stared back at him — the three of them smiling on their wedding day, a moment that now felt like a cruel joke.They were gone.He sank onto the couch, head in his hands, elbows on his knees. Rainwater pooled around his shoes. Mrs. Blackwood had left him. His wife. The mother of his son. The woman he had fought so hard, sacrificed so much, to keep by his side.His phone rang, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife. Danie

The call came at 3:17 AM, shattering the fragile peace Aria had tried to build in their small safe house.She woke up with a start, heart already pounding as she grabbed the burner phone from the nightstand. Ethan stirred beside her but didn’t wake. The number was unknown, but she already knew what it meant.It was the hospital.“Mrs. Blackwood,” the nurse said gently, voice soft with sympathy. “Your father’s condition has worsened significantly. You should come now. He’s asking for you.”Aria’s world tilted. She dressed quickly in the dark, kissed Ethan’s forehead, and left him with Isabella, who had been staying with them for support. The drive to the hospital was a blur of rain-slicked roads and streetlights streaking past her windshield. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. She whispered prayers she hadn’t said in years.When she arrived, the doctor met her in the hallway, his expression already telling her what she didn’t want to hear.“I’m s

Adrian’s quiet watch continued for another week, a silent vigil that consumed his every waking moment.He had become a shadow in their new life — always present but never intrusive. He made sure the area around the apartment was safe, paying local security discreetly to keep an eye out for Daniel or any potential threats. He arranged for groceries to be delivered anonymously with small notes for Ethan tucked inside the bags. He even paid the rent for the apartment three months in advance through a third party, making sure Aria and their son had stability without making them feel controlled or watched.But he never approached them directly.One afternoon, he watched from his car as Aria took Ethan to the small park again. The little boy was laughing as he climbed the jungle gym, calling out for his mother to watch him. Aria sat on the bench, smiling softly, but Adrian could see the exhaustion in her posture, the way her shoulders carried the weight of everything she had been through —