All Chapters of A Wedding Vow of Vengeance : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The next day, Jennifer woke up feeling motivated and determined. The necklace's mystery constantly pulled at her thoughts, pushing her to investigate further.After searching through her drawers, she eventually picked up a leather-bound diary hidden under a stack of papers. Isabella's initials were embossed on the cover, while the pages featured tidy, graceful handwriting. Jennifer made herself comfortable in a luxurious armchair and started reading.In the diary it read “January 12th of the year 2021. Today, I put on the necklace after not wearing it for years. I sensed a peculiar bond, as though it was beckoning me. I never believed my mother's claim about the family heirloom having mysterious powers until that moment.”Jennifer’s heart raced as she continued reading. Isabella’s entries grew more detailed, describing her experiences with the necklace.Jennifer turned to the next page and read “February 5, 2021. The visions are becoming more frequent. Initially, before, they were sim

The lights of the city raced by the car windows, creating fleeting shadows inside. Jennifer, sitting in the rear seat, gazed blankly ahead, feeling a mixture of confusion and despair in her mind. Isabella had passed away. She couldn't shake the relentless gnawing thought, it weighed heavily on her.While driving, Marco looked at her in the rear-view mirror. "Madam, you seem worried." "Was there an incident at the morgue?"Jennifer came to her senses, locking eyes with his worried expression in the mirror. It was impossible for her to clarify the strange situation she was in. "It's... it's okay, Marco. Merely observing the physical appearance of a longtime friend. "It proved to be more difficult than I had anticipated."Marco nodded in understanding. Facing death, especially of a loved one, is always a difficult challenge."Yes," Jennifer murmured, her voice trembling. "She was... she was a great friend."Marco shifted gears, navigating through the busy streets. "You know, talking abou

Jennifer's heart pounded as she navigated the winding streets of the old town. The directions in Isabella's diary led her to a narrow alley, its shadows swallowing the light of the setting sun. She paused, glancing at the weathered sign of Madame Serena's shop swaying gently in the breeze."This has to be the right location," Jennifer murmured quietly as she pushed the solid wooden door. A tiny bell softly chimed above her.Inside, the scent of incense and something aged permeated the atmosphere strongly.Madame Serena softly echoed in the small space, whispering to Jennifer, a wicked smile brewing across her face "Welcome dear, I have been expecting you.”"You have?" Jennifer asked, her voice betraying her surprise and skepticism. "How did you……?""Sit," Madame Serena interrupted gently, gesturing to a chair opposite her. "Tell me what troubles you."Jennifer hesitated, then took a deep breath and sat down. "It's... it's about these strange occurrences. And the necklaces. My uhm frie

The morning sunlight flooded the spacious windows of the Romano mansion, creating a cozy ambiance at the breakfast table. Alexander walked into the dining room with an energetic stride and a rarely-seen grin on his face. Seated already, his siblings gazed up in astonishment.“Good morning, everyone,” Alexander said with a big grin on his face. He was happy because he now had leverage to use against his Uncle Sterling In their battle for succession."Ah, ah, seems like someone is in a good mood today," Victoria taunted with a raised eyebrow. "What are we celebrating, Alex? Have you won the company a multi-billion dollar contract or something of that nature?"Lucas laughed softly, placing his coffee mug on the table. "Yeah, or, did you finally get rid of all your admires, who are just dying to be with you?"Sophia didn't make the effort to lift her gaze from her phone. “Perhaps he finally managed to get a good night's sleep.”Alexander smiled as he sat down. He said “Oh, nothing much.”

The office was dimly lit, shadows creeping along the walls as the setting sun cast long beams through the narrow windows. The air was thick with the scent of incense, a familiar yet unsettling aroma for most who entered the office building. This was the headquarters of the Lee Pharmaceutical company. In the office sits Marcus, the founder and CEO of the company, his personal bodyguard, and Mr. Edward who was a prolific politician of the city of New York city. Marcus' laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Mr. Edward’s spine. He tried to mask his unease, but the sweat trickling down his temple betrayed him.Marcus had entered a business deal with Mr. Edward, so the politician could use Marcus Lee’s company and Marcus would also fund his campaign to win elections or eliminate competitors. In return, Mr. Edward would be the pawn of Marcus Lee. "Mr. Edward," Marcus' voice cut through the laughter, "you seem worried. What's wrong, are you getting cold f