All Chapters of Married To My Husband’s Father : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Arthur’s eyes slowly lifted back to the closed door, his mind suddenly drifting away from the present, tumbling backward through time into the cold, terrifying dark of another life. He remembered it all. He remembered every single brutal, horrific detail of his previous life. The life that had ended in total ruin, betrayal, and blood. In that former life, Arthur had been blind. He had trusted the wrong people. He had believed that Julian was his biological son. He had raised Julian, given him the finest education, welcomed him into Vance Global's upper management, and built an empire for him to inherit. And how had Julian repaid him? Arthur’s jaw clenched so hard the muscles in his neck strained against his collar. In that past life, Julian had secretly aligned himself with Thomas Henderson and Chloe. Together, the three of them had spent years quietly siphoning funds from the King trust. They had used those stolen billions to execute a silent buyout of Vance Global’s private

The morning sun rose cold and gray over the eastern slums of the city, casting a dim light into the small studio apartment on 4th Street.Monica Robert sat on the edge of a sagging twin mattress, her messy dark hair tied back in a loose, faded scrunchie. She wore an oversized gray sweatshirt and denim jeans.It had been four days since her aunt had finally gathered enough money to pay her bail, pulling her out of the damp, cold shadows of Cell Block."Drink your tea, Monica," her aunt called out from the tiny kitchen alcove, the smell of burnt toast and tea filling the small room. "And stop staring at that glass screen all day. You need to start looking for a real job. There's a bakery down the street.""In a minute, Aunt Sarah," Monica muttered softly, her thumb sliding rapidly over the glass of her phone.She was scrolling through her social media feed, without much interest, looking at entertainment gossip blogs and local news channels.Suddenly, her thumb stopped dead in its trac

The conference room on the top floor of Vance Global Tower was completely silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the steady tap of Arthur Vance’s pen against the glass table.Bright morning light streamed through the tall windows, falling across the financial reports spread across the long table. Executive board members sat in tailored suit jackets, their faces serious as they discussed the new trade routes for the northern harbors.At the head of the long table, Ethan Whales spoke clearly, pointing at a large screen displaying the Whales family fleet distribution maps. Beside him sat Chloe.Chloe was not listening.She sat upright in her leather chair, her dress smooth and unwrinkled, her long blonde waves resting neatly over her left shoulder. But her attention was fixed on her phone, lying flat on her lap under the table edge.Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.Every few seconds, her mind spiraled into panic. Her mind raced back to th

The silver heart pendant fell through the cold morning air.CLINK.It struck the damp pavement right at Monica’s feet, splashing into a small puddle of dirty water near a pile of discarded trash.Chloe took a half-step back, her eyes looking down at the silver chain sitting in the mud with absolute disdain. She lifted her boot and deliberately kicked a small spray of dirty water over the necklace."There's your precious necklace," Chloe snarled, her voice cold, and heavy with spite. "Pick it up from the gutter where you belong."She stepped right up to Monica’s face, her breath hot against the cold morning air as she lowered her voice into a quiet threat."If I ever see your ugly face again," Chloe whispered, her eyes wide and unblinking, "or if you ever drop another comment on any public post about me anywhere, I’ll make sure the police put you back in prison for the rest of your pathetic life. Do you understand me?"Monica did not answer. She did not look at Chloe’s face.She slowly

Silence settled over the private study like a heavy blanket.Arthur let out a long, heavy sigh through his nose, his broad shoulders dropping an inch as he realized there was no point in hiding the truth any longer.He looked over at Logan and gave him a short, quiet nod.Logan stepped forward, his expression serious and respectful as he adjusted his glasses. He reached down and gently turned the autopsy report around so that it faced toward Evelyn."Madam," Logan began softly, his voice gentle and clear. "We received these documents from Zurich. Seventeen years ago, when your mother passed away in the private clinic, the public cause of death was declared as natural heart failure. But... that was not the truth."Evelyn slowly lowered her gaze to the paper lying under the lamp light.Her eyes tracked down the page, reading the typed words line by line until her gaze hit the sentence ‘traces of synthetic toxin.’Evelyn’s body became instantly, completely rigid.Her breath trapped itsel