บททั้งหมดของ THE TYRANT'S CONTRACT BRIDE: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Alex got busy with making plans to seize the power that was left vacant due to the death of President Bolting which was finally announced more than an hour ago.He immediately left for the office after seeing his father and the mysterious lady off.The ring of his cell phone sliced through the thick silence inside his office.Alex glanced down at the caller ID and a knot twisted in his gut.He motioned for his assistance to leave before answering with a curt, "Hello?""Alex." A familiar female rasped. “I just saw the news. People are going to start feeling sorry for her. You have to do something before she gains their sympathy."Alex clenched his jaw. The irritation radiating off of him at the voice of the caller was palpable but he maintained his composure. "I know. I'm worried if this sympathy takes hold, her story might start seeming believable.""Exactly!" the woman’s urgency crackled through the line. "You can't let her get out of this, Alex. I need you to call an emergency press

Serena gradually clawed back from unconsciousness until the world around her swirled into focus.The stark reality of her predicament hit her like a sledgehammer as she found herself sprawled on a hard mattress and surrounded by a ring of concerned faces.At the forefront stood Kate, her loyal companion alongside several officers whose expressions bore a tumultuous blend of emotions etched across their features."Serena, are you alright?" The question was laced with genuine worry. It was Kate's voice, tender and trembling like a frightened bird caught in a storm.Their bond was more than just between a manager and her artist, and the severity of the moment only served to solidify that connection.Serena battled against the pulsating pain that echoed inside her skull, each throb a cruel reminder of her reality. She summoned whatever strength she had left to sit upright. The movement shot electrifying jolts of agony through her body as if her very nerves were rebelling against her."You

Jenkin watched in awe as the two men effortlessly dispatched his would-be attackers in a flurry of well-aimed bullets.It was over in seconds, and the disturbing silence that followed rang in his ears.The two strangers prowled towards Jenkin's crumpled vehicle with the focused intensity of apex predators.One was a mountain of a man, his sculpted face betraying no trace of emotion. The other cut an intimidating figure, though his frightening demeanor was complemented by a wicked grin.Jenkin scrambled back when the grinning man leveled his gun at the windshield. "Out of the car, Counselor. Nice and slow," he said in a voice smooth as silk.Jenkin's mouth was drier than the Sahara. He fumbled with the door latch and stepped out on trembling legs to face his unlikely saviors.Up close, the intensity in the man’s pale eyes was jarring and predatory."W-Who the hell are you people?" Jenkin managed, fighting to keep his voice steady.Killian's grin widened a fraction, though the mirth nev

The courtroom was gripped by a heavy, expectant silence, every eye riveted on Serena Bolting's devastatingly beautiful form. Despite the tumultuous incidents leading up to this moment, her otherworldly beauty remained utterly undiminished. Her exquisite porcelain features betrayed the roiling mix of emotions she was fighting with every fiber of her being to conceal. Even amid her profound sorrow, her petite figure seemed to exude an aura of elegant defiance as she sat motionless in a random seat with her bearing regal and focused.The doors opened again to announce Jenkins’s arrival. His measured footsteps echoed through the hushed chamber like a solemn symphony as he approached Serena. His eyes were brimming with an empathetic tenderness that bordered on reverence for the fragile young woman. A weary sigh escaped his lips when he reached her side, expressing the staggering depth of suffering they had endured together during this whole ordeal. "Ms. Bolting," he began softly and

The heavy wooden door creaked open, sending a hush rippling through the tense courtroom. All eyes turned towards the entrance as Serena's breath caught in her throat. A stooped, gray-haired man shuffled in slowly, his shoulders weighed down by age and sorrow. It was John Hawthorne, her family's loyal driver and trusted confidante for as long as she could remember. Despite his wrinkled brow, thinning hair, and the stoop of his aging frame, those warm brown eyes still held the same gentle kindness that used to greet her after school on the hard days. Serena felt a lump form in her throat as a flood of memories came rushing back. Flashes of birthday parties where John would slip her an extra present, family dinners filled with his boisterous laughter, and long car rides spent listening to his stories about growing up on a farm filtered through her mind. Their gazes met briefly across the courtroom and Serena searched desperately for any sign of the tenderness they once shared.