Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married To My Husband’s Father : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Chloe’s eyes burned with an intense, terrifying hatred. Every smile Evelyn gave to a guest felt like a personal insult to Chloe. Every word of praise showered upon Evelyn by the surrounding billionaires felt like a heavy stone crushing Chloe’s pride into the dirt.She watched Arthur lead Evelyn toward a VIP table near the right side of the room, far away from the noisy main floor.Arthur pulled out a chair for her. Evelyn sat down smoothly, letting out a small, quiet breath of relief as her feet rested. Arthur leaned down, speaking into her ear while placing his palm against her cheek for a brief second. Evelyn looked up at him, giving him a sweet smile, nodding her head before Arthur turned around to address two approaching board directors who had called for his attention.Arthur walked three paces away to speak with the men, leaving Evelyn sitting alone at the small, quiet table.Chloe watched Arthur move away. She watched Evelyn sit back in her velvet chair, hands resting on her l

He stood up from his chair so fast the legs scraped loudly against the floor, making two nearby guests turn their heads in surprise.Julian didn't care. He didn't look at them.His eyes remained locked on Chloe standing near the curtain. And then his gaze tracked the line of her intense, unblinking sightline across thirty feet of open floor... straight to the small VIP table where Evelyn sat alone.Sitting on the white tablecloth directly in front of Evelyn was a crystal glass filled with wine.Julian felt a wave of cold horror wash over his skin, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end.He didn't know what was inside that glass. He didn't know what Chloe had done. But he knew Chloe’s hatred for Evelyn."No..." Julian muttered, his voice caught in his chest.He stepped around his table, stepping onto the open floor, he moved fast as he began cutting through the crowd of five hundred guests, his eyes fixed on the distant table where Evelyn’s hand was now just one inch a

At the VIP table, Arthur reached out to take Evelyn’s hand to lead her back toward the main floor.Before his fingers could close around hers, a sudden, blinding spike of heat slammed into his chest.Arthur stopped mid-stride. His body went completely rigid.It felt as if someone had poured liquid fire straight down his throat into his stomach. A sudden, violent dryness coated his mouth, turning his tongue thick and heavy against the roof of his mouth. His vision flickered once—the chandelier lights overhead blurred into flickering streaks of yellow fire as his vision began to fade."Arthur?" Evelyn asked, her smile fading as she looked up at his face.Arthur tried to answer, but his throat felt as if it were filled with dust. A heavy bead of sweat broke out across his forehead, rolling down his temple and dripping off his jawline. His skin, usually pale and clear, turned a dark, angry red within five seconds.He slammed his hand onto the edge of the table to steady himself. The table

By the time Victoria Sterling finally navigated through the crowded hall into the grand ballroom, the grand scene of chaos had drawn to a quiet, cold end. The orchestra platform was empty, the instruments left on their stands. Half-filled champagne glasses sat abandoned on tablecloths. The police officers were taking formal statements from the head event manager near the stage, while guests were being quietly escorted out the side exits by hotel security. Victoria stood near the central pillar, holding her silver clutch purse tightly against her mink stole. She looked at the empty VIP table, at the overturned velvet chair, and at the stain of pale gold wine on the white tablecloth. "Goodness..." Victoria whispered to herself, her blue eyes wide as she took in the ruined room. Outside, in the dark rear driveway of the hotel, a black armored SUV sat with its engine idling quietly. Logan opened the rear door. Two paramedics helped lift Arthur from the stretcher into the back seat o

Forty miles away, on the south side of the city, the air smelled of stale disinfectant, damp concrete, and rusted iron.CLANG!The iron door of the holding cell slammed shut with a sharp, deafening metallic strike that made the floor vibrate underfoot.Chloe stood just inside the bars, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her magnificent emerald silk gown was ruined—torn at the side, covered in dark mud from the service courtyard, and soaked through with dirty rainwater. Her shawl was gone, dropped somewhere in the back of the police car. Her gold hairband hung lopsided across her forehead, the dangling black crystals tangled in her wet hair."Move away from the door, inmate!" a female officer barked through the iron bars, slapping her wooden nightstick against the iron bars with a loud THUD.Chloe stepped back three paces, her hands locked in front of her waist. Her nails were broken and bleeding at the edges. Under the harsh fluorescent light mounted in the ceiling, her skin looked al