All Chapters of Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The emergency room smelled intensely of antiseptic and cold steel, a stark contrast to the toxic smoke Mireya had just swallowed. She spent several hours in the emergency department on oxygen while they monitored her breathing and oxygen saturation. The doctor ordered a chest X-ray and bloodwork, including a carbon monoxide check. Everything came back reassuring. She received IV fluids and a nebulizer treatment for the lingering irritation in her throat and lungs. After several hours of observation, the doctor tells her she didn't inhale enough smoke to require admission."Her lungs are completely okay, Mr. Ashcroft," the doctor announced, stepping back with a reassuring nod. "No severe burns, no deep tissue damage from the smoke. She just needs rest and plenty of fluids over the next forty eight hours."Relief flashed through Ronan's rigid frame, though his face remained a mask of pure stone. The moment the medical staff excused themselves, Mireya pulled the oxygen mask down to her c

Something felt completely wrong the moment Mireya stepped into the her workplace that morning.On the surface, the building looked almost normal again. The construction crews moved efficiently through the space, replacing the fire damaged lighting fixtures and wiping away the remaining traces of soot.In the distance, the steady, rhythmic hum of sewing machines filled the air as Diane supervised a handful of students sorting through a fresh shipment of fabrics. From the outside looking in, it was a flawless story of recovery.But Mireya couldn't shake the strange, heavy tension sitting deep in her chest.Perhaps it was the sheer exhaustion from the past few days catching up to her. The online plagiarism rumors, the targeted thefts, the terrifying arson attack, it had all pushed her to her absolute limit. And then there was the emotional storm Lucas had stirred the previous night on their walk. Her mind kept replaying his whisper, over and over like an echo she couldn't silence.I want

Mireya stood in front of the dressing room mirror, the silver handle of her hairbrush clutched tightly in her hand. The morning light filtering through the curtains offered no mercy, the deep purple bruise near her hairline had darkened significantly overnight. No amount of professional concealer could completely hide the damage now. The swelling had formed a faint, raised shadow right beneath the thick dark strands she kept frantically pulling forward to shield her temple. She adjusted her hair one last time, pinning it at a desperate angle. Perhaps if she kept her head tilted, if she just stayed out of the direct light, no one would look closely enough to question it. A sharp, firm knock cut straight through her thoughts. "Mireya." Ronan. Her heart skipped a violent beat against her ribs, her fingers trembling as she set the brush down on the marble vanity. "Yes?" "Breakfast is ready." "I'll be down in a few minutes," she replied quickly, trying to inject a casual lightness i

"Do you always stand this close when you talk to other men?" The question sliced through the room so suddenly that Mireya froze. For a moment, she thought she had completely misheard him. But when she turned around, Ronan Ashcroft was standing a few feet away, tall and imposing in his dark wool suit. Michael, who had been standing right beside her a second ago explaining a nuance in the textile weave, stiffened instantly, his face draining of color. "Sir..." he started, his voice cracking slightly under the pressure. Ronan didn't even glance in his direction. His intense, demanding gaze stayed locked entirely on Mireya's face. Mireya drew herself up, folding her arms. "Excuse me?" she asked slowly, her tone dropping into a defensive register. The entire design studio had gone dead silent. The hum of the department vanished into a heavy, suffocating static. ☆☆☆ Two hours earlier, the atmosphere had been strictly professional. "I want to launch a formal partnership," Ronan

"The night sky is beautiful tonight." Mireya paused on the quiet street outside the grand gates of the Ashcroft Mansion. Her phone was pressed tightly against her ear, Lucas's voice coming through, soft and clear on the other end."I know it's late," Lucas continued gently, his tone carrying an easy warmth that cut through the dark. "And I know this is impromptu... but I'd love to see it with you. Can we take a walk tonight?"For a long moment, Mireya did not answer. Her mind was still completely tangled in the explosive conversation she had just endured with Ronan inside the house.You're mine.The words had sounded less like reassurance and more like an absolute method of control. It felt like a cage closing around her spirit. She exhaled a long, slow breath into the cool night air. "I'm already outside," she said finally, her voice quiet.Lucas paused, surprise evident in his breathing. "Really?""Yes.""Well... then maybe fate is helping me tonight," he murmured, a soft laugh esca