Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 93

Ronan sat at his desk, the glow from his laptop screen lighting up his face. The office was quiet, but the weight of the mess they were in filled the room. In his hand was the tablet Mireya had given him, loaded with the evidence she had uncovered. He had checked the files once, twice, and now he was looking at them again. He didn't need to learn the details anymore; he just needed to accept the reality. He scrolled through the banking records, his jaw tight. It was a massive web of fake companies and hidden bank accounts used to shuffle cash around. Sebastian Vale was just a pawn, a well dressed, smooth-talking distraction on someone else's board. Ronan leaned back, breathing out slowly as his eyes darkened. "The project collapse... the leaks... the office break-in... it's all connected." Every bad thing that had happened over the last few weeks wasn't accident. It was one big, deliberate attack managed by a single person in the shadows. Mireya stood by the window, her arms fold

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the tall glass windows of Mireya's studio. It was calm and peaceful. The kind of quiet that came after storms, deceptively gentle, almost too perfect. Mireya stood by her drafting table, pencil in hand, her attention fully immersed in the delicate lines she was sketching, occasionally stepping back to observe the proportions before making small adjustments. Diane leaned casually against a nearby table, flipping through a set of design samples with a small smile. "You've been extra focused today," she said, glancing up. "New inspiration or something else?" Mireya didn't look up immediately. "A bit of both," she replied, her tone calm but thoughtful. "There's a lot riding on the next collection. I want it to be... different. Stronger." Diane raised a brow. "Stronger? Your designs already turn heads." Mireya finally paused, lifting her gaze slightly. "Not just visually," she said quietly. "Emotionally. I want people to feel something