บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Bride: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Lyra had never thought that she would wake up someday, excited to go to work. All those times that she worked her head off just for a small profit that didn’t even go into her own pockets Now, she can confidently say that this is her first real job—something that she wants to do and something that she knows she could pursue not just for herself but for her friends as well. She got up early in the morning to pick out a really cute outfit. She knew that a flowy dress would be perfect; the thick blazer was a bad choice. It was cute, but it’s also really warm. It won't help when she’s running around trying to help her staff with the serving.Although she’s the owner of the restaurant, Lyra hates to sit still and wait for her bag to get full. She would rather feel her back aching and her knees cracking than sit pretty at the counter, at home, or in the office. Derrick hates it. He has to go to the office today to meet with the possible investors that they poached from Watson. He spent at l

Rhian grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and as she turned around, she was surprised to see Jenna standing in the corner, looking sad. Rhian immediately went over to her and asked if everything was okay. She knew Jenna as a bubbly girl. Although she was always shy, she's not going to sit in the corner just to avoid other people.Jenna explained that the customers had been bothering her and harassing her with questions, making her feel uncomfortable. Rhian listened sympathetically and gave Jenna a comforting hug. She knew that they needed to address the issue immediately and suggested to Jenna that they go talk with her business partners, Raine and the main owner, Lyra. Rhian led Jenna to the kitchen, where the three women huddled together, discussing the situation and how they could best support Jenna and the rest of their staff members. They agreed to take action to ensure that their restaurant remained a safe and welcoming environment for everyone."This is getting even wors

Lyra woke up feeling happy and energized, ready to take on the day. She stretched, preparing herself for the challenges this day would bring to her. Everything that happened to her yesterday was out of her head. She knew that she had to move on and be prepared for what was to come. As she looked around, she noticed that Derrick was already out of bed. It checks out, especially after seeing that the sun was shining pretty brightly up in the sky; she could tell through the window, shining a bit of light through the curtains. They had a great talk last night; she’s more ready to face this day with so much courage, knowing that Derrick could back her up through anything. She went to her phone, eager to start the day with a smile, but her optimism was quickly shattered. As she scrolled through her messages, she came across a series of messages from an unknown number. Lyra's heart raced as she read the messages. "How was your new business? Are you having fun?" "I hope you enjoy every sin

As Elvis and Wendy walked around Lyra's restaurant, they were immediately skeptical of the ambiance. Elvis smirked and said, "Well, this place doesn't look like much, does it?" Wendy rolled her eyes and replied, "I don't know about you, but I'm not expecting much from this joint." She chuckled and clunked her purse as they walked around, saying, "This is not going to last; I already know." The hostess led them to their seats and handed them menus. Elvis raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, great, plastic menus, just what I wanted." Wendy snickered and added, "I bet the food is just as cheap." They quickly glanced over the menu, making comments on how everything sounded bland and overpriced. When their waiter approached, they were already judging the service. Elvis remarked, "We have been calling for Lyra. What is taking her so long to come out here?" "Call your boss," said Wendy. "You will definitely regret it if she takes one more minute to come out." As the worker left, confused, E

Lyra was tense and on edge as she sat in her restaurant office, still shaken from the confrontation with her evil aunt and father. Her hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles white from the pressure. Her breaths came in short gasps, as if she couldn't quite catch her breath. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail as if searching for a way out. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a drumbeat of fear and anxiety. She felt trapped, caught between two people she had always feared and never fully trusted. Every muscle in her body was coiled tight, ready to spring into action at the first sign of danger. She was completely tense, completely on edge, and completely uncertain of what the future held. Lyra took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. She reminded herself that her aunt and father had already left and she was safe, at least for now. She repeated a mantra to herself, focusing on the sound of her own voice and the slow, steady r