All Chapters of The Love Triangle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Trevon's eyes narrowed just a fraction, a silent challenge to the room. Most of the attendees today were small-time shareholders, and even with Qasim's stake, they barely scraped together a fifth of the Gibson Group's shares. Enough to call for a vote, but not enough to kick him out of the game. Their real play was to pin charges on him before the big meeting, to take him down a notch.Trevon smirked as he eyed Daniel trailing the group. "Get the hotel surveillance out there. And file a police report, claiming someone's trying to smear Mr. Gibson. Let's see who's eager to sling mud."Qasim's expression flickered before smoothing over. The online video was paparazzi gold, no way it could be flawed. He could not fathom the hotel footage showing anything else. But, to his astonishment, it did.The surveillance showed Lydia helping Trevon to his room, then leaving promptly. The following morning, she woke him, and they headed downstairs together.Qasim's face turned thunderous. Trevon

Madeline lowered her gaze. "Go ahead, Mr. Gibson."Trevon watched Madeline's calm demeanor and felt a wave of annoyance wash over him. He yanked at his tie, his voice low and firm, "The divorce is off for tomorrow."Madeline remained still, her posture unchanged. She had sensed that after today's drama, the divorce would not be easy. Yet, when Trevon voiced his decision, it weighed heavily on her.She paused before speaking softly, "If you're not divorcing, what happens to Lydia?"He had figured it out in the hall and replied icily, "That's between her and me. Stay out of it."Madeline nearly burst out laughing from frustration. "So, Mr. Gibson, you expect to keep our marriage while rekindling things with Lydia? I'm sorry, but that's not happening.""Do you really see me that way?" Trevon asked."Aren't you that way, Mr. Gibson?" Her tone was gentle but laced with sarcasm."I..." Trevon's irritation showed as he loosened his collar, trying to contain the growing anger inside hi

Madeline slipped past his outstretched hand and headed straight back inside.nWith anger boiling inside him, Trevon lost all appetite. He grabbed his phone, pondering, then decided he needed to see Lydia. He had barely taken two steps when Madeline's head popped out from the doorway, taunting him with the contract in hand. "Careful, Mr. Gibson, wouldn't want to disappoint."Crap! Trevon cursed out loud and spun on his heel, striding back.Madeline, startled, quickly retreated, locking the door behind her and diving into her bed, hiding under the covers.Seeing the keys still dangling from the lock, Trevon could not help but laugh at the absurdity of his own rage. He unlocked the door effortlessly, catching Madeline before she could react. He gripped her wrist, his eyes flashing a warning. "I think it's time we add a new rule. As long as we're married, we're both expected to hold up our end of the bargain."Mrs. Gibson, your thoughts?" Towering at six feet, Trevon's presence was over

Trevon did not glance back as he marched ahead. Lydia bit down hard and drew a line across her wrist with a knife. The sharp pain forced a scream from her lips. Trevon spun around to see her wrist smeared with blood. He rushed to her, pressing on the wound. "Are you out of your mind?"However, Lydia just threw her arms around his waist. "Trevon, you do care. You still love me, don't you?"Ignoring her plea, Trevon signaled for a security guard to bring a first aid kit. Lydia watched him with longing, unable to tear her gaze away. Even at the hospital, she clung to Trevon. "Don't go. If you leave, I won't let them treat me."With no other choice, Trevon stayed by her side through the stitching, until a sedative lulled her to sleep. He exhaled deeply and instructed Daniel, "Get someone to keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't do anything rash."And call Sanders. They need to come and talk some sense into her.""Understood.""Mr. Gibson, it's late. I should drive you home," Dani

"Grandma, Madeline's not cut out for a secretary role in the executive suite.""How can you say that when she hasn't even started? With yesterday's scandal still simmering and Madeline stepping into a job today, especially one that's not high-profile, what do you think that looks like to everyone else?"Trevon fell silent, pondering the implications."Keep her close, and it'll look like you two are the picture of domestic bliss," Edith said, noting his silence as agreement. It's perfect timing—there's a charity auction tonight. You should both make an appearance."Madeline's gown is all set. Go with her to pick it up."With that, she ended the call before he could get a word in. Trevon could only muster a wry smile.Once Trevon was gone, Madeline took her time starting on breakfast. She was not dealing with any overcooked eggs, but rather savored a bowl of silky-smooth egg custard.Halfway through, the doorbell interrupted her. With a furrowed brow, Madeline went to answer it. T