All Chapters of Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Late afternoon sunlight stretched across the polished floors of the Ashcroft mansion, filling the grand living room with warm gold light. Ronan sat alone at the long glass table, reviewing a set of financial reports on his tablet. His expression was calm and focused, reflecting the usual composure of the man who controlled an empire. But his thoughts weren't on numbers today. They kept drifting back to Mireya. He remembered the exact way she had looked at him the night before, the quiet honesty in her voice when she told him about Lucas, and the way her fingers had trembled when she said she was confused. Ronan leaned back slightly, rubbing his thumb over his lower lip as he exhaled a long breath. Give her time. He had meant it when he said it to her face. He would wait. For the first time in his life, patience didn't feel like a weakness to his pride. It felt completely necessary.A soft knock echoed from the entrance hall, breaking his train of thought. Before Ronan could turn, the

"You're falling for him, aren't you?"The question came quietly, but it landed like a sudden storm in the small space. Mireya froze mid-movement. Her fingers tightened instinctively around the warm ceramic mug in her hands as she slowly lifted her eyes to look at Lucas. They were sitting in the quiet corner of a small café, tucked far away from the loud noise of the city streets. It was the exact same place they used to frequent years ago, back when everything between them had been entirely simple, light, and unspoken.Nothing about this current moment felt simple anymore."I didn't say that," she replied carefully, keeping her voice level as she tried to guard her expression.Lucas didn't look away from her for a single second. "You didn't have to say the words out loud, Mireya."A heavy silence stretched between them across the table. Lucas leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes studying the faint lines of exhaustion on her face. "You've been completely different lately."Mirey

Morning came too quickly. Mireya barely remembered falling asleep, only the dull ache behind her eyes and the lingering weight in her chest reminding her that rest had never really come. The messages from the anonymous number still echoed in her mind, each word replaying like a quiet threat she couldn't silence.You built your empire on lies, you cheat.You're about to lose everything, am going to ruin you.She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers resting lightly on the edge of the dresser. For a long moment, she said nothing to herself. There was no reassurance and no denial. There was only silence. Then she turned away. She needed her work.Ashcroft Conglomerate stood as imposing as ever. Mireya straightened her posture as she walked through the revolving doors, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. She needed control, and her work gave her that."Good morning."She offered a polite nod to the staff, her smile practiced and effortless enough to pass. N

The boardroom was quiet, but it wasn't a comfortable silence. It was the kind of quiet where everyone is waiting for someone else to speak first. Mireya sat at the far end of the long table with her portfolio open. She hadn't turned a single page in minutes. She could feel the heavy mood in the room without even looking up.Ronan and Lucas were in the same space, and the friction between them was undeniable. Her fingers tightened against the edge of her papers as she finally raised her head.Ronan stood near the head of the table. He looked perfectly calm. Lucas stood directly opposite him. He looked completely relaxed, leaning back as if he had every right to be there. They weren't yelling or making a scene, but the hostility between them filled the entire room."We can start the meeting now," Ronan said. His voice was smooth and professional, but there was a sharp edge underneath his words.Lucas gave a slow nod. "Of course." His tone matched Ronan's politeness on the surface, but c

"You need to end it, Mireya."The words met her the moment she stepped inside the front door. The staff had barely closed it behind her when Arabella’s voice cut through the foyer. It was loud, demanding, and full of the absolute confidence she always had when she wanted something.Mireya stood still, "I... what?" she said. She tried to keep her voice steady, forcing down the sudden tightness in her chest. She had known coming here today would be difficult. She expected an argument, maybe even tears, but she didn't expect a direct order the second she arrived."It’s over between you and Ronan," Arabella said, stepping out into the hallway. Her eyes were wide and focused entirely on Mireya. "He’s mine. He was always supposed to be mine, and you know it. You’re just a temporary fix. A replacement because I wasn't around."Mireya tightened her grip on her bag. She walked past her sister into the living room, where the air felt heavy and entirely formal. Her parents were already there, si