All Chapters of Blind Deception: The CEO's Regret: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The day had started peacefully, with Elona enjoying a rare break in the countryside. The sun was shining brightly, the air fresh with the scent of wildflowers, and the sound of hooves rhythmic against the earth. She rode alongside the other royal family ladies, engaging in light conversation, letting the worries of the day slip away as she enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.But the peaceful ride quickly turned chaotic. Her horse suddenly reared, its powerful hooves kicking the air as it startled. Elona tightened her grip on the reins, trying to regain control, but the animal seemed panicked and uncontrollable. The more she tried to calm it, the more it fought against her, bucking and spinning in distress.And then, without warning, the horse lost its footing. Elona was thrown violently from her saddle, her body crashing to the ground with an agonizing thud. Her world spun, and she felt a sharp pain explode through her leg, followed by a dizzying sensation in her head. She could fe

Somewhere far from the noise of civilization, on a nameless island, a faint stir disrupted the stillness. The sun filtered through the cracks in a weathered, wooden cabin, casting long shadows over the room. A beautiful woman, her leg in a cast and head bandaged in gauze, lay on a modest cot, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Her surroundings were unfamiliar, and the air smelled of salt and seaweed.She slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the dim light. The air felt thick and heavy around her, and confusion flooded her mind. The last thing she remembered was an accident, a fall, but the details eluded her, like a dream slipping away as she tried to hold on to it.Suddenly, a face came into view, breaking through the haze of her disorientation. A dark-skinned young man with well-defined features smiled warmly, his eyes filled with joy at seeing her awake. "You're awake! Thank the gods," he murmured, relief evident in his voice.Elona tried to speak, but her throat w

Aria sat on the wooden cot, absently tracing the rough fabric of the blanket draped over her shoulders. The gentle hum of waves crashing against the distant shore filled the air, but her mind was adrift in a sea of uncertainty. She had been here for weeks, yet every attempt to recall her past led to a painful void.Across from her, Kian sat sharpening his knife, his strong, dark hands steady as they worked. His presence was reassuring, a constant in this strange, unknown world. She had learned a lot about him in the past days, but tonight, something in his expression told her he was ready to share more.“You don’t belong here either, do you?” she asked softly. Kian paused, his golden eyes flickering with something unreadable before he set the knife down. “No,” he admitted. “I was never meant to be here.” Aria watched him carefully as he leaned back against the wooden wall, exhaling deeply.“My father is still alive,” he revealed. “A powerful king. I am his illegitimate son, born to on

The air in the Royale estate was filled with tension. Master Fu, clad in his traditional dark robes, sat in the grand hall with an unreadable expression as he faced Alaric Royale. His sharp eyes flickered to the woman beside him, Maribel, still masquerading as Elona. The imposter wore a carefully neutral expression, but Master Fu knew better. He had seen through her deception long ago.Alaric leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. “You’re saying that Elona isn’t fit to run the Guild of Shadows anymore?” His voice was calm, but there was a hint of resistance in his tone.Master Fu folded his hands in his lap. “She has suffered selective amnesia. This is not just about the Guild, Alaric. It is about her children.” He turned his gaze toward the triplets, who sat quietly on a separate couch, their sharp, intelligent eyes watching everything unfold. “They must be taken to the Guild headquarters. Their mother’s absence means they need proper training, and the Guild is the safest pl

The grand estate of the Royale family in Country M was a symbol of wealth and power, but inside its marble halls, Maribel basked in a false triumph. With the triplets gone, there were no obstacles left between her and Alaric Royale.She had worked tirelessly to erase Elona’s existence and mold herself into the perfect wife, though Alaric remained cold and distant. But now, without those three brats constantly demanding his attention, she was certain that he would finally see her.She stood before the mirror, adjusting the silk nightgown she had chosen, a deep red, a color of seduction. Tonight, she would finally have him.Yet, despite her confidence, Maribel knew there was something different about the Royale men, especially Alaric. There was a reason he had never touched her. Something hidden deep within his bloodline, something only the Royale family knew.And Maribel, no matter how much she schemed, was not Elona. No matter how much she pretended, her scent, her essence, they were