All Chapters of When Betray Brings Mr. Right: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Armin stood frozen, shock coursing through him as he took in the scene. Andrine’s words and actions left him speechless, her fierce defiance and anger unraveling the controlled, polished demeanor he usually wore. What the hell just happened? he thought, his eyes darting from Alysha’s panicked expression to Andrine’s blazing fury.Andrine’s eyes locked onto him, and she crossed her arms tightly, her expression full of rage and disdain. “Look who decided to show up,” she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She clapped her hands loudly, the sound echoing through the hallway like gunfire. “The so-called head of the Suegra family, finally gracing us with his presence.”Alysha, her face pale, reached for Andrine’s hand, trying to pull her back. “Stop it, Andrine,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “Please.”But Andrine yanked her hand away, her eyes never leaving Armin’s. “Why should I stop?” she snapped, her voice rising. “Can’t you see? This irresponsible loser of the Suegra family i

Seraphina stared at the closed door, her hands gripping the edge of her desk so tightly her knuckles turned white. The echoes of her confrontation with Armin still reverberated in her mind, but it was Andrine’s sudden, bold move that sent chills down her spine. She paced back and forth, her mind racing. How did this happen? How did she slip up so badly?She had underestimated Andrine. In her mind, Andrine was nothing more than a helpless, naive girl, easy to manipulate and control. But now, the young woman had flipped the entire situation, throwing a wrench into her and Maximilian’s carefully orchestrated plan. How could I have been so blind? she thought, her frustration bubbling up.Seraphina’s hands shook as she recalled Andrine’s threats, the way she had stood there, fearless, demanding money and calling her out. She had expected resistance from Alysha, sure, but Andrine’s move was a complete blindside. And worse—Andrine had Armin’s attention now, and his loyalty. This is bad. Very

The grand doors of the boutique swung open, revealing a world of opulence Alysha had never imagined. The air was perfumed with the delicate scent of luxury—leather, fresh linen, and the faint aroma of roses. Glistening chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting sparkling light over racks of gowns, designer suits, and shoes arranged like treasures in a display case. The walls were lined with mirrors, reflecting the kaleidoscope of colors from the array of outfits, each more stunning than the last.Alysha’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight. “Andrine, I’ve never seen anything like this…” she whispered, her voice trailing off as she gazed at the shimmering fabrics and delicate silks draped on mannequins.Andrine walked ahead, her steps confident as if she owned the place. She turned to look back at Alysha, her eyes sharp, full of a knowing intensity. “You see, Alysha, this is where rich women shop,” she said, gesturing to the elegant displays

Andrine sat across from Alysha at the small café table, her fingers drumming against her coffee cup as her eyes narrowed in thought. The aroma of fresh coffee and pastries filled the air, but she paid no attention, her focus entirely on the whirlwind of information swirling in her head. She had been quiet for the last several minutes, and Alysha could see the gears turning behind her sister’s intense stare.Alysha shifted uncomfortably, watching Andrine with a mix of concern and confusion. “Andrine, what are you thinking about?” she asked, her voice tentative.Andrine’s eyes finally snapped up, her expression sharp. “You told me you and Armin are divorced,” she stated.Alysha nodded slowly, feeling the weight of the conversation. “Yes, we are.”Andrine’s brow furrowed as she continued, “But they purchased us from the Jarl family. Like... they’re supposed to take care of us.” Her voice was edged with bitterness, the reality of their situation hanging heavy between them.Alysha nodded a

Alysha pushed open the door to the military villa, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. But as she stepped inside, she froze, her eyes widening. Shopping bags—luxurious shopping bags—were scattered across the room, stacked high and gleaming with the names of the most exclusive boutiques in the city. She felt her heart sink, dread pooling in her stomach.Charles was sitting on the sofa, his expression dark, his hands folded tightly as he stared at the floor. The tension in the air was palpable, and Alysha could feel the accusation even before he looked up.“Charles… what is all this?” she asked, her voice careful as she tried to read his expression.He didn’t look at her immediately. When he finally did, his eyes were filled with anger and something else—something like betrayal. “Suegra bodyguards left them here,” he said flatly, his voice low and edged with frustration. “Armin sent them.”Alysha’s breath caught, and she felt her hands clench at her sides. “What?” she whispere