บททั้งหมดของ Contract Marriage With My Childhood Best Friend : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Taylor Monroe sat in the dressing room, her hands trembling as she gripped the fabric of her gown. Her breathing was uneven, her heartbeat pounding against her ribcage like a war drum. Her reflection in the mirror was a cruel mockery—flawless makeup, a perfect hairstyle, an expensive dress—but her eyes told a different story.The event had gone from a dazzling success to a disaster in mere seconds. One moment, she was standing on stage, the center of admiration, celebrating her collaboration with Valmont Luxe. The next, her name was plastered across every gossip site, accused of embezzlement, fraud, and an illicit affair.Her hands curled into fists. Someone did this to her. Someone planned this.A deep sigh came from behind her. “Taylor, you need to calm down,” Dianne, her manager, urged, crouching beside her chair. “We need to figure this out logically. We can’t afford an emotional breakdown right now.”Taylor let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “A breakdown? Do you think I’m overreactin

The moment Laura walked out of the meeting room, the tension that had been barely contained snapped back into place. No one wasted time pretending things weren’t falling apart—because they were. The scandal surrounding Taylor was growing worse by the minute, and they all knew it. A lot of things were at stake. Valmont Luxe, Anderson Corporation and PR Horizon. The situation needed to be controlled very quickly.Ethan leaned forward, his fingers drumming against the table. "We need to find the financial manager. We can’t just rely on Taylor’s side of the story. If we get his statement, we might be able to shift some of the public's attention off her and onto the real culprit."Meredith sighed, crossing her arms. "That won’t be easy. There’s already solid evidence against him, and at this point, he’s likely on the run—from the press, the police, everyone. If anything, he’s probably throwing all the blame on Taylor, knowing that people aren’t even paying attention to him right now. Plus,

Isabelle arrived at the quiet suburban house where Taylor Monroe was staying. She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement as she approached the front door. The house was modest yet cozy, a safe retreat away from the chaos that had overtaken Taylor’s life. Taking a deep breath, Isabelle rang the doorbell.A few seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Dianne, Taylor’s ever-loyal manager. She looked tired, with dark circles under her eyes and a tense expression."Isabelle," Dianne greeted, forcing a small smile."Hey, Dianne." Isabelle returned the smile, though concern was evident in her eyes. "How is she? Has she recovered from the shock?"Dianne sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "She slept, but she hasn't touched her food. Not just today—yesterday, too. It’s been two days now, and no matter how much I try to make her eat, she refuses."Isabelle frowned. Two days without food? That was serious. Taylor was already under immense pressure from the scandal

Allison sat in her car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The picture had loaded on her screen, and there was no mistaking the face staring back at her. Laura.Her heart pounded with anger, disbelief simmering beneath the surface. The very person who had worked beside her, the one who promised to not do anything that will harm the project or Anderson Corp, had been the one pulling the strings to bring her down.The voice on the phone hesitated. "Ma’am, do you know the person in the picture?"Allison inhaled deeply through her nose, forcing herself to sound composed. "I know her too well," she said coolly. "Thanks for your help. I’ll reach out if I need anything else."She ended the call and tossed her phone onto the passenger seat. Her hands clenched into fists as she tried to make sense of it. Why? Why would Laura—of all people—want to ruin the very project that she was a part of? This wasn’t just an attack on Valmont Luxe or Anderson Corp. This w

The morning air was crisp and filled with an electrifying energy as preparations for the digital event were in full swing. Anderson Corp’s media team buzzed around the set, ensuring everything was perfect for Taylor’s grand reappearance. The scandal had shaken the industry, but today was about reclaiming her power.Ethan stood at the entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the area as he waited. A sleek black car pulled up, and the door opened smoothly. Taylor stepped out, her head held high, her presence commanding attention. Dressed casually for now, she exuded confidence—though a hint of nervousness flickered in her gaze. Behind her, her manager followed closely, checking the schedule on her tablet.“Taylor, welcome.” Ethan greeted her with a polite nod, offering a reassuring smile. “How are you feeling?”Taylor sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Better. A bit nervous, but ready to face it.”Ethan appreciated her honesty. “That’s the spirit. We’re keeping the format simi