LOGINShare
Chapter 136
Last Updated:
2025-04-20 21:50:55
Related chapters
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 137
Playing With FireVictor’s declaration echoed through the mansion like a gunshot, and the aftermath was just as deafening. By midday, every major news outlet had picked up the clip. Adrian and Claire’s names were splashed across headlines—Corporate Power Couple Accused of Fraud, Victor Carter Declares War, Secrets and Scandals of the Elite.Claire sat stiffly in Adrian’s private office, her hands clenched around a steaming cup of tea she hadn’t touched. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart had stopped racing.“He’s coming for us,” she said finally, her voice taut. “And the world’s watching.”Adrian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes locked on the city skyline. His posture was calm—too calm. That kind of stillness only came before a storm.“I’ve already spoken to legal,” he said. “They’re preparing countersuits and subpoenas of our own. The moment he files, we hit back.”Claire set down the cup with a clink. “What if it’s not just legal this time? He’s weaponizing the
Last Updated : 2025-04-20His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 138
Breaking the ChainsThe air in the penthouse was suffocating. The weight of the past few days had pressed down on Claire like a thousand-ton boulder. Despite the luxury surrounding her—an opulent building in the heart of the city, towering views from the windows, designer furniture and rare art lining the walls—Claire felt trapped.She’d been sitting in her study for hours, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the words wouldn’t come. She had drafted so many letters, emails, and statements, but nothing seemed to be enough. The fight against Victor was taking its toll, and despite the press conferences, the legal countersuits, and Adrian’s promises, Claire could feel herself slipping—slipping back into a place she’d fought so hard to escape.The door creaked open, and she didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His presence filled the room in an instant. Adrian.He didn’t speak at first, just stood in the doorway watching her. Claire met his eyes—those cold, impenetrable eyes
Last Updated : 2025-04-20His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 139
The Shattered ReflectionThe news of Victor’s downfall rippled through the corporate world like a thunderstorm crashing through a summer sky. By noon the next day, financial headlines were ablaze with words like embezzlement, fraud, and board betrayal. The man who had once seemed untouchable was now facing imminent criminal prosecution. And Claire—once the disgraced fiancée of Liam Carter—was being hailed by some as a phoenix rising from the ashes.But victory didn’t feel as sweet as she thought it would.Claire stood alone on the terrace of Adrian’s penthouse, her arms folded over the glass railing. Below, the city sprawled in glittering opulence, unaware of the chaos that had almost swallowed her whole. The wind tugged at her silk blouse, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to simply feel—the air, the quiet, the momentary peace.Adrian joined her a few minutes later, two mugs of coffee in his hands. He didn’t say anything at first, just passed one to her and leaned against t
Last Updated : 2025-04-20His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 140
Enemies in the ShadowsThe letter haunted Claire.She read it a dozen times over the next few hours, committing every line to memory, every curve of the penmanship, every chilling implication. The words were more than just a warning—they were a declaration. A threat from someone who clearly believed they had unfinished business with her.And worse, they knew how to find her.When morning broke over the city, casting pale light over the marble floors of the penthouse, Claire stood by the window, sleepless and tense. The shadows on the street below seemed to stretch longer than usual. Every face passing by felt like a spy. Every glance felt like a dagger waiting to strike.She barely noticed when Adrian approached."You've been up all night," he said gently, slipping his arm around her waist.She leaned into him, but her thoughts remained elsewhere. "I can’t stop thinking about the letter."“I know,” he said. “I’ve already had Daniel run forensics on it. No prints, no traceable ink. Who
Last Updated : 2025-04-20His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 141
The Guest No One InvitedThe invitation list was a curated maze of power, scandal, and whispered legacy.Claire stood beside Adrian as final preparations were made for the upcoming charity gala—a night designed to lure a ghost from the past out of hiding. The ballroom at the Blackwood Grand Hotel glittered with chandeliers and gleaming marble floors, its elegance belying the tension bubbling underneath.“I still don’t understand why we couldn’t do this more discreetly,” Claire muttered, watching the staff polish the cutlery for the fifth time.Adrian smirked without humor. “Because discreet doesn’t work on men like Gavin Thorn. He feeds on exposure. This... spectacle will tempt him. We give him a stage. And when he steps onto it, we pull the curtain.”Claire exhaled shakily, turning toward the windows. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass, indifferent to the storm brewing in her life. “And what if he doesn’t come?”“He will,” Adrian said, his voice certain. “This isn’t about bu
Last Updated : 2025-04-20His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 142
The Trap Within the TrapRain lashed against the windows of the Blackwood penthouse, thick sheets blurring the skyline as Adrian stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass. His reflection stared back—jaw clenched, mind spiraling. The night had ended in veiled threats and quiet revelations, but the morning brought something worse:Uncertainty.Gavin Thorn had made his entrance, delivering no outright attack but leaving behind the unmistakable scent of war. And now, the waiting began—the most dangerous part of any battle.Claire emerged from the hallway, dressed in a silk blouse and black slacks, eyes sharp, hair pulled into a high twist. She was already on edge. She hadn’t slept. Neither had Adrian.“He’s not going to sit still,” she said, coming to stand beside him.Adrian didn’t look at her. “No. He’s going to bait us.”“Well, good,” Claire replied. “Because I’m done waiting. I want to strike first.”At that, he finally turned to face her. “It’s not that simple. He’s calculated. Everyth
Last Updated : 2025-04-21His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 143
Pieces on the BoardThe morning after the media storm was eerily quiet.Claire sat by the window, legs curled under her, watching the rain streak down the glass like delicate veins. The city buzzed beneath them, but it was a muffled hum, distant and removed. A calm before another inevitable storm.The takedown of Gavin’s ploy had been a success—at least for now. The news cycles were ablaze with headlines like “Corporate Sabotage Exposed: Blackwood Empire Fights Back” and “Claire Donovan-Blackwood: The Woman Who Wouldn’t Be Broken.”But she didn’t feel triumphant.Not yet.Adrian entered the room, phone in hand, suit impeccable despite the long night. He looked tired, though—shadows under his eyes, tension lining his jaw. “Gavin’s radio silent,” he said, tossing the phone on the table. “Too silent.”Claire looked up. “Licking his wounds?”“Or sharpening his blade.”She sighed. “What now?”“We solidify our position. Rebuild trust. If he wants to turn allies against us, we remind them wh
Last Updated : 2025-04-21His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 144
A Masquerade of PowerThe day of the gala dawned with an air of tension thick enough to cut with a blade.From the moment Claire woke, the Blackwood estate buzzed with activity. Staff hurried through the halls like ants preparing for war—florists, caterers, technicians, stylists, and security officers worked in synchronized chaos, each one acutely aware that this wasn’t just another opulent gathering of the elite.This was a battlefield dressed in velvet.Claire stood at the grand window of the master suite, sipping coffee from a porcelain cup as she watched the transformation unfold in the courtyard. The Blackwood crest was embossed on every silk napkin, the floors polished until they gleamed like mirrors. Soft jazz played through hidden speakers as decorators arranged white orchids and golden candelabras in symmetrical perfection.But beneath the glamour, she could feel the storm building.Adrian joined her quietly, his tailored black suit already pressed and pristine. No words pass
Last Updated : 2025-04-23
Latest chapter
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 144
A Masquerade of PowerThe day of the gala dawned with an air of tension thick enough to cut with a blade.From the moment Claire woke, the Blackwood estate buzzed with activity. Staff hurried through the halls like ants preparing for war—florists, caterers, technicians, stylists, and security officers worked in synchronized chaos, each one acutely aware that this wasn’t just another opulent gathering of the elite.This was a battlefield dressed in velvet.Claire stood at the grand window of the master suite, sipping coffee from a porcelain cup as she watched the transformation unfold in the courtyard. The Blackwood crest was embossed on every silk napkin, the floors polished until they gleamed like mirrors. Soft jazz played through hidden speakers as decorators arranged white orchids and golden candelabras in symmetrical perfection.But beneath the glamour, she could feel the storm building.Adrian joined her quietly, his tailored black suit already pressed and pristine. No words pass
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 143
Pieces on the BoardThe morning after the media storm was eerily quiet.Claire sat by the window, legs curled under her, watching the rain streak down the glass like delicate veins. The city buzzed beneath them, but it was a muffled hum, distant and removed. A calm before another inevitable storm.The takedown of Gavin’s ploy had been a success—at least for now. The news cycles were ablaze with headlines like “Corporate Sabotage Exposed: Blackwood Empire Fights Back” and “Claire Donovan-Blackwood: The Woman Who Wouldn’t Be Broken.”But she didn’t feel triumphant.Not yet.Adrian entered the room, phone in hand, suit impeccable despite the long night. He looked tired, though—shadows under his eyes, tension lining his jaw. “Gavin’s radio silent,” he said, tossing the phone on the table. “Too silent.”Claire looked up. “Licking his wounds?”“Or sharpening his blade.”She sighed. “What now?”“We solidify our position. Rebuild trust. If he wants to turn allies against us, we remind them wh
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 142
The Trap Within the TrapRain lashed against the windows of the Blackwood penthouse, thick sheets blurring the skyline as Adrian stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass. His reflection stared back—jaw clenched, mind spiraling. The night had ended in veiled threats and quiet revelations, but the morning brought something worse:Uncertainty.Gavin Thorn had made his entrance, delivering no outright attack but leaving behind the unmistakable scent of war. And now, the waiting began—the most dangerous part of any battle.Claire emerged from the hallway, dressed in a silk blouse and black slacks, eyes sharp, hair pulled into a high twist. She was already on edge. She hadn’t slept. Neither had Adrian.“He’s not going to sit still,” she said, coming to stand beside him.Adrian didn’t look at her. “No. He’s going to bait us.”“Well, good,” Claire replied. “Because I’m done waiting. I want to strike first.”At that, he finally turned to face her. “It’s not that simple. He’s calculated. Everyth
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 141
The Guest No One InvitedThe invitation list was a curated maze of power, scandal, and whispered legacy.Claire stood beside Adrian as final preparations were made for the upcoming charity gala—a night designed to lure a ghost from the past out of hiding. The ballroom at the Blackwood Grand Hotel glittered with chandeliers and gleaming marble floors, its elegance belying the tension bubbling underneath.“I still don’t understand why we couldn’t do this more discreetly,” Claire muttered, watching the staff polish the cutlery for the fifth time.Adrian smirked without humor. “Because discreet doesn’t work on men like Gavin Thorn. He feeds on exposure. This... spectacle will tempt him. We give him a stage. And when he steps onto it, we pull the curtain.”Claire exhaled shakily, turning toward the windows. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass, indifferent to the storm brewing in her life. “And what if he doesn’t come?”“He will,” Adrian said, his voice certain. “This isn’t about bu
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 140
Enemies in the ShadowsThe letter haunted Claire.She read it a dozen times over the next few hours, committing every line to memory, every curve of the penmanship, every chilling implication. The words were more than just a warning—they were a declaration. A threat from someone who clearly believed they had unfinished business with her.And worse, they knew how to find her.When morning broke over the city, casting pale light over the marble floors of the penthouse, Claire stood by the window, sleepless and tense. The shadows on the street below seemed to stretch longer than usual. Every face passing by felt like a spy. Every glance felt like a dagger waiting to strike.She barely noticed when Adrian approached."You've been up all night," he said gently, slipping his arm around her waist.She leaned into him, but her thoughts remained elsewhere. "I can’t stop thinking about the letter."“I know,” he said. “I’ve already had Daniel run forensics on it. No prints, no traceable ink. Who
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 139
The Shattered ReflectionThe news of Victor’s downfall rippled through the corporate world like a thunderstorm crashing through a summer sky. By noon the next day, financial headlines were ablaze with words like embezzlement, fraud, and board betrayal. The man who had once seemed untouchable was now facing imminent criminal prosecution. And Claire—once the disgraced fiancée of Liam Carter—was being hailed by some as a phoenix rising from the ashes.But victory didn’t feel as sweet as she thought it would.Claire stood alone on the terrace of Adrian’s penthouse, her arms folded over the glass railing. Below, the city sprawled in glittering opulence, unaware of the chaos that had almost swallowed her whole. The wind tugged at her silk blouse, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to simply feel—the air, the quiet, the momentary peace.Adrian joined her a few minutes later, two mugs of coffee in his hands. He didn’t say anything at first, just passed one to her and leaned against t
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 138
Breaking the ChainsThe air in the penthouse was suffocating. The weight of the past few days had pressed down on Claire like a thousand-ton boulder. Despite the luxury surrounding her—an opulent building in the heart of the city, towering views from the windows, designer furniture and rare art lining the walls—Claire felt trapped.She’d been sitting in her study for hours, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the words wouldn’t come. She had drafted so many letters, emails, and statements, but nothing seemed to be enough. The fight against Victor was taking its toll, and despite the press conferences, the legal countersuits, and Adrian’s promises, Claire could feel herself slipping—slipping back into a place she’d fought so hard to escape.The door creaked open, and she didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His presence filled the room in an instant. Adrian.He didn’t speak at first, just stood in the doorway watching her. Claire met his eyes—those cold, impenetrable eyes
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 137
Playing With FireVictor’s declaration echoed through the mansion like a gunshot, and the aftermath was just as deafening. By midday, every major news outlet had picked up the clip. Adrian and Claire’s names were splashed across headlines—Corporate Power Couple Accused of Fraud, Victor Carter Declares War, Secrets and Scandals of the Elite.Claire sat stiffly in Adrian’s private office, her hands clenched around a steaming cup of tea she hadn’t touched. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart had stopped racing.“He’s coming for us,” she said finally, her voice taut. “And the world’s watching.”Adrian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes locked on the city skyline. His posture was calm—too calm. That kind of stillness only came before a storm.“I’ve already spoken to legal,” he said. “They’re preparing countersuits and subpoenas of our own. The moment he files, we hit back.”Claire set down the cup with a clink. “What if it’s not just legal this time? He’s weaponizing the
His Runaway Bride’s Revenge Chapter 136
Ghosts from the FireThe air was thick with tension as the private jet touched down in the quiet coastal town of Briar Glen. Fog rolled in from the sea like smoke from the past, curling around the edges of the unfamiliar town as if guarding its secrets.Claire stepped out first, her coat catching the wind, eyes scanning the sleepy marina as though Elliot Marris might materialize right there on the dock. Behind her, Adrian descended the stairs, his jaw tight, phone already in hand.“I’ve arranged for a car,” he said, his tone clipped. “Marris was last seen checking into a motel under the name Edward Miles. It’s ten minutes from here.”Claire nodded, slipping into the back seat of the sleek black car that waited for them. The town passed by in a blur—quaint shops, aged buildings, the smell of salt and old wood. But neither of them were here for nostalgia.“Do you trust him?” Claire asked after a stretch of silence.Adrian looked at her.“No,” he said honestly. “But I trust that he hates
