All Chapters of Please! Marry Me Again : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Becky stepped out of the car, feeling excited as she took in the familiar sight of her parents’ home. She hurried to the boot, ready to grab her bags, but her dad quickly waved her off. "Leave your luggage, love. I’ll carry it in for you," he insisted, his voice warm with affection. "You’ve gone through a lot of stress and you need a proper rest now that you’re home." Becky smiled, touched by his kindness, but she couldn't ignore the weight of her bags. "Dad, they’re really heavy, and you’re not getting any younger..." she teased with a smirk. "Don’t say that," he huffed, pretending to be offended. "If you’re doubting my strength, ask your mum. She can tell you." He turned to his wife with a grin. “Honey, how would you rate my energy?” Her mother chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Must you relate everything to…well, you know…” Becky burst out laughing, and her dad made a dramatic motion, gesturing for her to head inside. "Go on, get yourself settled." "Shall I call the butler to help

"What did you come here to do, you loser?" Manni's cold words hit Becky like a slap. She blinked, wondering if she was dreaming. This was her sister, wasn’t it? The same one who had just asked kindly about her in the sitting room, smiling as if she actually cared? Back in the sitting room, their mom had watched them exchange pleasantries, probably thinking the bond between them had held firm, despite all the years apart and how things used to be. But now, in the privacy of Manni’s bedroom, that friendly mask had fallen away, revealing a harshness Becky hadn’t expected. For a moment, she told herself she must have misheard. Maybe Manni was on the phone? But no, Manni’s gaze was fixed on her, eyes narrowed with something like disdain. Becky’s heart skipped a beat. "You said…?" she managed, her voice softer than she intended. She didn’t want to make trouble. She wasn’t here to stir up old fights. But Manni didn’t answer, instead turning to lock the door with a loud, deliberate click, B

“Go to your room now,” Becky’s dad whispered urgently in her ear. His eyes widened with fear, darting around. What’s wrong with Mr. Scholes because of a knock? They stood far from the main door, and unless he yelled, no one outside could hear them. Maybe he was worried about Mr. Alexander’s assistant, who kept pressing him, asking, “When is the burial date of my boss’s late wife?” Perhaps he feared losing respect or simply wanted to keep his daughter safe from any harm being the one thwarting his daughter's plan. Becky gently placed her fingers to her eyes, trying to stop her tears as she remembered Manni's words. She turned to the left, heading toward her room, while her dad went in the opposite direction. He stayed silent, even as the person at the door knocked again. As he walked to the door, he thought, Can’t he speak out? Looking through the peephole, he blinked and was surprised. “Diana?” he whispered aloud. Then he opened the door. “Good evening, Mr. Scholes.” Diana’s small

Adams’ voice rang out sharply, breaking the serene ambiance of the richly furnished room. “You’ve given Alexander so much privilege. He keeps delaying his visit. You told him how much you wanted to see him, yet he makes excuses,” he said with so much frustration as he paced around the elegantly decorated sitting room, adorned with Italian furniture. The polished floor mirrored every movement of his feet. Mr. Luke, seated in his usual massive armchair with golden accents on its arms and legs, tried to interject, his brows furrowing slightly at his son’s outburst. At fifty-nine, he wore an air of authority tempered by a weariness that had deepened with age. “Maybe… maybe Alexander is just busy with some of the,” he began, his voice soft as he tried to defend Alexander. “Busy?” Adams interrupted, practically spitting the word, his gaze darkening. “Busy is just an excuse, and you always fall for it, don’t you, Dad? Why wouldn’t he delay? You appointed him CEO as if it were his birthright

"Why would you say that in front of my parents? You almost got me in trouble!" Becky's tone held a mix of laughter and frustration as they stepped out of the taxi in front of the airport. "I had to," Diana replied with a defiant look. "Manni has done enough damage. Just her look is enough to set me off. Why should she act all innocent when she's the one causing all the problems?" So engrossed in their conversation, Becky and Diana didn’t even notice the driver, who had already taken out their luggage and was waiting nearby. With a sigh, he cleared his throat, clearly trying to remind them of his presence. "See what you caused," Diana said playfully, nudging Becky as she opened her bag and handed the driver his fare. "You’re always tiptoeing around the truth. Let your parents know who Manni really is!" "How many times do I have to say." "You should’ve just told them the truth, Becky. It’s for your own good. They need to see she’s the troublemaker in the house," Diana insisted. "I t