Semua Bab Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Bab 61 - Bab 70

George Sutton had never liked losing control of a situation. He prided himself on his ability to manage outcomes, steer negotiations, and make decisions that benefited both his family and his business. But the way Mireya had spoken during their last encounter unsettled him. It wasn't just what she said; it was the absolute calm in her voice. She had stood there without flinching, no longer seeking approval or waiting for permission. That wasn't the submissive daughter he knew. It was the Mireya he had never allowed himself to see.He sat in his study, fingers steepled, replaying every word and pause from that conversation. She hadn't argued out of petty defiance. She had spoken from deep conviction.There was also Ronan to consider. If Ronan truly stood by Mireya the way it now appeared, this wouldn't remain a private family issue. It would shift corporate alliances he had spent years carefully maintaining. Ronan was not a man who tolerated disrespect toward what belonged to him. Geor

Mireya arrived at the studio before the morning rush, unlocking the heavy glass doors to an empty floor. The room was perfectly still, sunlight cutting across the cutting tables and sketching desks. For months, this workspace had felt like a battlefield, but today, she walked straight to her desk without checking over her shoulder. She unrolled a fresh sheet of drafting paper, her movements fluid and entirely without the hesitation.By the time the rest of her design staff started filtering in, she was already deep into a new layout."Mireya," Diane called out, stopping the moment she crossed the threshold. She narrowed her eyes, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing look. "Okay... what happened?"Mireya didn't stop her pencil, though a faint smile touched her lips. "Good morning to you too, Diane.""Don't 'good morning' me," Diane said, marching directly toward the desk. "You look completely different. It's suspicious.""I am working, Diane. That is what I do.""Not with your

"Say it." Ronan didn't look up from his phone. Mireya narrowed her eyes slightly. "Ronan." A heavy pause settled between them. Then, slowly, he lifted his gaze to hers, calm, unreadable, and just a little too controlled. "What?" he asked casually. "You're doing that thing," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "That annoying thing where you already know something and you're dragging it out to mess with me." The corner of his mouth twitched into a faint grin. "Am I?" "Yes." Mireya stepped closer to his side. "Did he respond to the dinner invitation or not?" Silence stretched for a beat. He finally let out a soft sigh, slipping the device into his pocket. "He agreed." She blinked. "That's it?" "That's it." Her brows pulled together in confusion. "Then why are you acting like that?" "Like what?" "Like you just read something incredibly dramatic." That was when he smiled, a slow, deliberate expression. Suddenly, she understood what he was doing. "You are completely unb

Andy Montclair did not respond immediately. He sat back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes fixed on Arabella as though he were studying a puzzle rather than a person. The silence stretched long enough to become heavy, but Arabella didn't flinch. She held his gaze, her chin slightly lifted."You're bold," Andy finally said, his voice calm, almost amused.Arabella didn't smile. "I don't waste time.""I agree," he agreed slowly. "But you lack something far more important than time."Her brows drew together slightly. "And what is that?""Power." Andy leaned forward slightly, his tone measured. "You're emotional. Driven. Obsessive, even. But on your own? You don't move anything that matters."Her fingers curled tightly against her lap, but she kept her composure."If I am to go against Ronan Ashcroft," Andy continued, "I need more than anger. I need leverage. Influence. Reach. The Sutton name... now that holds weight." He paused, studying her reaction. "I would consider an alliance if it

"You want us to do what?" Mr. Sutton's voice cut sharply through the heavy tension in the living room, absolute disbelief in his tone.Arabella stood perfectly still in the center of the space, completely unbothered by her father's reaction. "I want us to reconsider our alliance," she said, her voice smooth and deliberate. "Ronan Ashcroft is no longer the best option for this family's future."Mrs. Sutton’s features instantly hardened. "And you honestly believe replacing him with a man like Andy Montclair is a better decision?""Yes," Arabella met her mother's gaze without blinking. "I do."A thick, suffocating silence descended on the room. Mr. Sutton let out a slow, tired breath, running a hand over his face. "You have absolutely no idea what you are suggesting right now.""I know exactly what I am suggesting," Arabella countered, stepping closer. "You're both just too terrified to see the opportunity."Mrs. Sutton stiffened, her posture rigid. "Terrified? Of Andy Montclair?" She a