All Chapters of Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

"You said you wanted results." Arabella didn't flinch as she sat across from him, her posture composed and her gaze unwavering. "And I'm giving you exactly that." Andy Montclair leaned back slowly in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. There was something unsettling about the way he watched people. He didn't just listen, he measured. "You're asking me to interfere in a public election," Andy said, his voice calm. "Not a small favor." Arabella tilted her head. "Not interfere... influence." A faint smile touched his lips. "Same thing," he replied. She didn't argue. Instead, she leaned forward just enough to show intent. "They're winning. And if they win, you lose your chance to ever get close to Ronan Ashcroft again." That caught his attention. Arabella noticed the slight shift. "You have a grudge," she continued quietly. "And I have a reason. Our goals align." Andy's gaze sharpened. "You're bold." "I'm desperate," she corrected, her jaw rigid. "There's

"They're gaining." The voice from the television cut through the room as Mireya stepped in, pausing as the news segment played. "...recent developments have shifted public interest toward the opposing candidate, especially following Montclair's endorsement earlier this week..." She walked further into the lounge, her expression composed, though her mind was already working through the tactical damage. Ronan picked up the remote and muted the TV, cutting off the reporter's voice. "The media's changing tone," he said, his voice flat. Mireya nodded, setting her files on the side table. "I noticed during the morning press briefings." He studied her face for a moment. "It's not a direct attack yet." "It won't be," she replied, leaning against the back of the sofa. "Not until they're absolutely sure the smear will stick to Dad's reputation." Ronan leaned back slightly, his dark eyes narrowing. "And until then?" "They plant doubt," she said simply. "They make the public ques

The Ashcroft estate was quiet that evening. Mireya and Ronan walked into the lounge, their faces tight with frustration. The other day's disaster played on a loop in their minds, the leaked recording, the public disqualification of her father, and the complete humiliation of the Sutton name on live television."This wasn't an accident," Mireya said, dropping her bag onto an armchair. Her voice was low but steady."The timing was too precise. Someone coordinated this from the inside."Ronan's jaw locked. He paced the floorboards, his knuckles white. "I know. And I want the name of every single person involved. I trusted our security."Mireya sat down, trying to steady her breathing. Her hands were shaking from pure anger. "The tape was cut perfectly. Only my mother's voice was audible, stripped of any context. They knew exactly when the opponent would be delayed, and they dropped the audio at the worst possible second."Ronan stopped pacing, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Arabella,"