Todos os capítulos de Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The evening news whispered through the lounge, muted on the background television, when Mireya entered. A brief report detailed the quiet movements of a rival magnate, Andy Montclair, an enigmatic figure whose rare public appearances were always enough to shift entire markets. The vague warning broadcasted across the screen seemed more like an industry rumor than an immediate danger, yet Mireya’s gut clenched instantly. In the private study, Ronan leaned back in his office chair, reviewing financial projections on his laptop. His brow furrowed as a sudden alert flashed on the monitor. A key corporate investor had pulled out of a major Ashcroft expansion project without warning. "That's odd," he muttered, scanning the transactional data. "No explanation, no prior notice. Just... gone." Mireya walked over, her focus locking onto the glowing screen. "Every small disruption lately... it feels entirely intentional," she said softly, her mind already working through the anomalies. She h

The Ashcroft boardroom was tense. Executives shuffled papers nervously, their whispers low and uneasy as screens lit up across the room. When Ronan and Mireya walked in, the atmosphere shifted immediately. The weight of expectation and raw pressure filled the space."Let's begin," Ronan said, his voice calm but firm as he took his seat at the head of the long table.Mireya sat beside him, already flipping through the reports handed to her. Her eyes scanned the columns quickly, catching inconsistencies faster than anyone else in the room."Everything looks stable on the surface," Ronan added, reviewing the projections on the main screen.For a brief moment, it almost felt like a normal briefing. Then, everything crashed. Alerts began pinging across multiple screens at once. One. Two. Five. Ten. A sharp, suffocating silence fell over the room as the stock numbers began dropping in real time."What's happening?" one of the executives muttered, leaning forward.Ronan's eyes darkened as he

The Ashcroft boardroom was already packed before Ronan walked in. Executives sat stiffly with laptops open and financial files spread across the long mahogany table, the tension hanging thick in the air. No one spoke loudly. The weight of the previous day's corporate sabotage still lingered like a storm that hadn't fully cleared out of the building.Mireya was already there, seated right at Ronan's right hand. She flipped through the audit documents calmly, though her eyes missed nothing. Every single metric inconsistency, every delayed wire transfer, and every unusual systemic authorization went straight into her notes. "Let's begin," Ronan said, his voice steady and controlled as he sat at the head of the table. Everyone settled instantly. "This is no longer a routine operational issue. We are dealing with coordinated, targeted sabotage and internal compromise. From this moment forward, every single department operates under a strict security review. No assumptions. No blind trust.

Ronan leaned back in his leather chair, eyes scanning the final page of the proposal, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You have to admit, Mireya... this is impressive. The numbers alone...." "They're too impressive," Mireya cut in gently, her tone calm but firm as she stood across from him with a tablet in her hand. The study was quiet, the heavy wood and dimmed lamps cutting them off from the rest of the house. Projections and digital timelines filled the desk space between them, all centered around one man: Sebastian Vale. Ronan exhaled, tapping the document. "Every investment has a baseline of risk. That doesn't automatically make it a trap, babe." "I didn't say it was a trap," Mireya replied, walking closer and placing the tablet on the mahogany desk. "I'm saying we don't fully understand the structure yet. And that alone is enough reason to slow down." Ronan studied her for a moment. There was no panic in her expression, and no fear, just a quiet certainty. That was what

The night stretched long and restless. Mireya sat at her desk in the private study, the blue glow of her laptop illuminating the dark room. Printed documents, handwritten timelines, and flagged records covered the desk. Every line of data confirmed what her gut had warned her about from the beginning. Sebastian Vale was a complete ghost. He wasn't just a dishonest businessman cutting corners. He was a total fabrication. Mireya leaned back, pressing her fingers to her temples. Every single property listed in his portfolio, every luxury estate and commercial building was built on absolute lies. The shell companies, the land registries, and the transaction histories were all digital illusions that evaporated the moment she ran a forensic audit. And Ronan was only hours away from signing over the empire's liquid reserves. Her chest tightened at the thought. "No," she whispered to the empty room, her jaw setting. "I am not letting this happen." She pulled the laptop closer, her finge