All Chapters of Impromptu Married: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

With a calm expression, Victor pretended to wave at a café staff member, as if asking for assistance, while he planned how to get access to the camera and files before they could be used.Victor, still trying to remain composed after the initial failure, returned to the corner of the café, feigning indifference about the stolen bag incident that had just occurred. However, behind his blank expression, his mind was busy formulating a new plan.“The camera,” he murmured quietly to one of his men, sitting nearby, “we have to get it.”His subordinate, a burly man named Arman, nodded calmly. “I noticed it. The camera is stored in a small bag left on the table. I can steal it when he's distracted.”Victor observed the man sitting with Clara. At that moment, the man was busy looking at his phone, likely arranging an appointment to print the photos again. This was a chance not to be missed.“Do it now,” Victor whispered shortly, giving the order coldly.His subordinate moved with the composur

Dominic stared blankly out of his car window on a bright morning, though the sunlight felt too harsh for his dark mood. Outside, life seemed normal—people busy with their routines, walking briskly on the sidewalk, chatting and laughing. But for Dominic, the world around him felt meaningless. His mind was lost in unending chaos."Why did Clara do this?" he muttered. That question kept spinning in his mind, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within him. He felt frustrated, as if he had been played by someone he should have trusted.Guilt also gnawed at him—how could this damage his relationship with Gwen? The happy moments they once shared now felt distant and blurred. Is this what Clara had wanted all along? Or was there a deeper reason he hadn’t yet understood?Dominic shook his head, trying to push away the guilt that crept in between his anger. He couldn’t comprehend Clara’s motive—was it purely to hurt him, or was there a darker motive behind it? "All I want are answers," he tho

Louis awoke with his head pounding, enveloped in darkness. Pain throbbed in his temples as he tried to recall what had happened. He attempted to move his body but felt an overwhelming exhaustion. Slowly, he opened his eyes and realized he was in a small, dark, and damp room, with faint noises coming from outside. He tried to sit up, but the dizziness forced him to lie back down. He remembered the moments before he lost consciousness—Clara, the hands that had taken him, and the sense that something bigger was unfolding. Without thinking, he scanned the room, trying to figure out where he was and how to escape. Struggling, Louis felt along the walls, searching for a window or door. He could hear noises outside, a sound that was all too familiar—the argument between Dominic and Gwen. Anxiety gripped him. What was happening? Was Clara okay? These thoughts swirled in his mind, fueling his urge to act. Louis tried

Victor fell silent, unsure of how to respond. He didn’t want to speak ahead of his master. Mr. Charles again asked his trusted aide a question. “Why are you so quiet? I need someone to talk to.” “Forgive me, Sir. I thought I wasn't worthy of giving you ideas or advice.” “Nonsense! You’ve helped me this far. Are you afraid I’ll tell you to get rid of someone again?” Mr. Charles teased. Victor shook his head quickly. “No, Sir. It’s not that. I’m not afraid of anything. Every task and order you give, I’ll carry out to the best of my abilities.” “Good. You’re reliable. Now, if you were in my position and faced a situation like this, what would you do about that woman?” Victor thought carefully; he needed the right answer. If he were Mr. Charles, facing this situa

Dominic sat on a park bench, his gaze empty as he reflected on everything that had happened between him and Gwen. Thoughts of the tense moments they shared when Gwen spent time with Ethan haunted him. Jealousy crept into his soul, but at the same time, he was confused about how to mend their broken relationship. Mr. Charles approached with steady steps, a mysterious smile on his face. He knew what was on Dominic's mind, and he planned to use it. "Dominic," he said casually, "you seem to be wrestling with your thoughts." Dominic looked at Mr. Charles, sensing there was something he wanted to say. "I... I don’t know where to start," he said hesitantly. "Every time I try to talk to Gwen, she just keeps avoiding me." Mr. Charles nodded, recognizing the depth of confusion his grandson was experiencing. "I understand. Change often brings tension in relationships. But you have to remember, Gwen is a good woman. She needs