All Chapters of Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mireya woke up slowly, like someone surfacing from deep water. For a few brief seconds, her mind was completely blank. There were no thoughts or heavy memories. Then reality rushed back. It didn’t come all at once, but it was enough to make her chest tighten before she even opened her eyes. The voices from the day before returned, loud and clear. She could still hear Arabella’s words, sharp and unforgiving.Mireya inhaled sharply and pushed herself up, pressing her palm against the mattress to ground herself. As she looked around the bedroom, she realized she was in her bed. That wasn't where she remembered falling apart. Her brows furrowed as the memory of the previous night slipped in quietly. She remembered Ronan’s arms around her, his voice low and steady, and the way he hadn't demanded any answers while she sobbed against his chest.Mireya swallowed hard. She also remembered how he carried her to bed when she was about to fall asleep. A strange, unfamiliar ache settled in her che

Mireya's lips curved into a small smile as she settled across from Lucas in the quiet café. For a brief moment, the outside world seemed to fade completely. After hours of being buried under a mountain of stressful work and family drama, this tiny slice of normalcy felt like a genuine lifeline. Lucas leaned forward across the table, his eyes warm and attentive. "You look like you needed this more than I do."Mireya chuckled softly, actively trying to push aside the dark unease that had been lingering in the back of her mind all week. "Maybe... maybe you're right," she said as she relaxed into the seat.She didn't notice the first sharp flash of cameras through the glass window. Then came another. And another.Her smile froze on her face. A cold sensation of confusion prickled at her skin. "Lucas... what on earth is..."Before she could finish her sentence, the café doors burst open with a violent slam. A wave of reporters rushed into the small building, shouting aggressive questions t

The drive back to the mansion was completely silent, but it wasn’t the kind of quiet that kept them apart. It felt heavy with the weight of what had just happened. Mireya sat in the passenger seat, Ronan’s blazer still draped over her shoulders. She pulled it tighter around herself, using his scent and warmth like a shield against the humiliation she had left behind at the café.Her fingers balled into the dark fabric of his sleeve, holding on as if letting go would cause her to shatter all over again.Ronan didn't press her for explanations or fill the space with useless questions. Instead, his hand remained firmly over hers for the entire drive, his grip steady and unyielding. That simple touch said everything she needed to hear. When the car finally pulled up to the estate and they walked inside, he still didn't let go."Come," he murmured. The lethal authority he had used to crush the reporters was gone, replaced by a raw tenderness meant only for her.He led her upstairs, keeping

Mireya stared at the message until the letters began to blur on the screen.Unknown: You think this is over?Her fingers hovered above the glass, frozen. Just minutes ago, she had been smiling at Ronan's texts, her chest warm from the quiet peace of the morning. Now, a sudden chill rushed into that space, heavy and completely unwelcome. She locked her phone, waited a beat, and unlocked it again. The words were still there.She forced herself to set the device face down on the wooden desk, but the anxiety didn't leave with the motion. It settled deep behind her ribs, twisting through her thoughts. Someone was still watching her."Mireya?"She blinked, lifting her head quickly. Diane was standing by the office door, her arms folded across her chest and her eyes narrowed in deep suspicion. "You've been staring at that phone like it just insulted your ancestors. What is going on?""Nothing," Mireya said automatically.Diane didn't budge. "That’s a lie."Mireya exhaled a long breath, leani

"Don't you think you've pushed this far enough, Mireya?"Her mother's voice was the first thing that greeted her the moment she stepped into the Sutton mansion. It was sharp and impatient, as though the invitation had never been a request, but a summon.Mireya paused just inside the living room. Her fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her handbag before she let her hand relax. Her gaze swept across the familiar space. Her parents were seated together on the velvet sofa, her father stiff and unreadable, her mother visibly tense. And then there was Arabella, standing a little apart near the fireplace, arms folded across her chest and her features already laced with deep irritation.Mireya walked in fully, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "You asked me to come," she said calmly, refusing to match her mother's tone. "So I'm here. Say what you have to say."Mrs. Sutton exchanged a quick glance with her husband before leaning forward, her voice hardening. "We didn't a