All Chapters of Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Ashcroft mansion never felt more like a battlefield. Mireya's heels clicked softly against the polished marble as she returned to the war room, the card Andy had left burning a hole in her pocket. She couldn't stop thinking about his words, about the choice he offered. Her pulse raced, her chest tight, and every shadow in the hallway seemed to whisper that danger was closer than she dared admit.Ronan was already there, reviewing a set of live feeds from the mansion's inner corridors. His posture was rigid, jaw clenched, eyes sharper than any security camera. "You have a visitor," Adrian said quietly, as if speaking too loud might break the tension. Ronan didn't move. He didn't even blink. "I know," he said softly. Mireya froze. The silence stretched before Ronan finally turned, silver eyes flashing with a controlled storm. "Did you speak to him?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "I... I didn't answer," she admitted. "You're running out of time," he said sharply. "Ever

The studio lights flickered once, dropping the room into darkness before they suddenly steadied. Mireya didn't move. She felt it before she saw anything. That quiet, heavy shift in the air, the unmistakable, prickling sensation of being watched from the shadows. "Adrian?" she called out, her voice tight. No answer came. Lila stood frozen near the mannequin, her fingers tightening around the edge of the cutting table until her knuckles turned white. "Did someone just..." A soft, distinct sound cut her off. The heavy click of the studio door shut from the outside. Mireya turned sharply, her gaze sweeping the empty room. Her frantic pulse slowed, but it wasn't from a wave of relief. Whoever had been lurking in the dark had already left. They weren't acting yet, they were just watching. She exhaled slowly, forcing the panic down, and dragged her focus back to the immediate danger. "Lock the side door," she instructed Lila, her voice deadpan and authoritative. "No one comes in he

Ronan was already awake when Mireya knocked. "Come in," his voice called out, an even, low baritone that showed no signs of fatigue. She pushed the guest room door open slowly. The room was quiet, dim with the gray, filtered light of the early morning. Ronan stood near the floor to ceiling window, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, staring outside at the sprawling grounds like a man who had spent the entire night thinking instead of sleeping. He turned his head the moment he noticed her silhouette in the doorway. "You should be resting," he said, his silver eyes tracking her entry. "So should you," Mireya countered gently, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. Neither of them moved for a long, quiet second. The silence between them felt heavier than usual now that Arabella was actually back. It was as if the sheer urgency that had driven them for weeks had suddenly evaporated, leaving behind a complicated reality they hadn't yet figured out how to navigate.

Damian Montclair's birthday party was the kind of high society event people talked about for weeks. His family's sprawling mansion had been transformed into something dazzling, with brilliant modern lighting spilling across the manicured gardens and heavy pop classical music floating through the crisp night air. The city's most powerful dynasties had gathered under one roof. The Montclairs. The Ashcrofts. The Suttons. Business tycoons, venture capitalists, socialites, and heirs. Everyone was present, and every single eye was watching. The party began smoothly enough. Expensive champagne flowed from silver towers, quiet negotiations happened in darkened corners, and polite, rehearsed laughter filled the grand halls. But beneath the glittering elegance, a toxic tension simmered, especially between the birthday boy and his father. Andy Montclair had arrived late, his commanding presence immediately shifting the atmosphere of the room. Conversations softened to a low hum whenever he wal

Mireya stood at the center of the studio floor, holding a folder tightly against her chest. "Everyone," she said. The small team gathered quickly around the cutting table. They had worked with Mireya long enough to know that precise tone meant something important was coming. Aside from Diane, there were only four other employees in the entire workspace, a crew that had helped her build this brand from the ground up. Mireya might have come from a wealthy family name, but her parents' love and severe attention had always belonged entirely to Arabella. Mireya was just the quiet shadow in the background. This growing business was her true passion, her hard fought identity, and her only real escape. Diane folded her arms expectantly. "What's going on?" Mireya looked around the room at the people who had endured the late nights, the failed designs, and the small victories with her. She took a slow, grounding breath. "I'm launching something new." Four pairs of eyes widened. "A new co