All Chapters of His Runaway Bride’s Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

First StrikeThe night was quiet, but Claire couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming.She stood by the window of Adrian’s penthouse, gazing down at the glittering city lights below. Everything was going according to plan—Liam’s company was under investigation, Ava had been exposed, and the Carter family name was being dragged through the mud.So why did she feel so unsettled?"Can’t sleep?"Claire turned to find Adrian leaning against the doorway, watching her with that unreadable gaze he always had when he was analyzing her. He had undone the top two buttons of his dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up, revealing the toned muscles of his forearms.Something about the way he looked at her—intense, knowing, possessive—made her pulse stutter."I have too much on my mind," she admitted.Adrian stepped closer, stopping just behind her. She could feel the warmth of his body, the heat of his presence pressing against her skin."Are you worried about Liam?"Claire clenched her jaw.

Lines That Shouldn’t Be CrossedClaire stood in front of Adrian, her pulse thrumming in her ears.His dark eyes pinned her in place, the weight of his gaze heavy with suspicion. He knew something was wrong. He could sense the shift in her."You went to see him, didn’t you?" Adrian’s voice was low, controlled, but there was a lethal edge beneath it.Claire lifted her chin. "Yes."His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Why?"She hesitated. She had spent years learning to hide her emotions, to keep her mask in place. But Adrian—he had a way of stripping away every layer of her defenses."Because Liam has information we can’t ignore," she said finally.Adrian’s lips pressed into a thin line. "And you thought it was a good idea to meet him alone?"Claire exhaled sharply. "I can handle myself, Adrian. I don’t need you watching my every move."He took a slow, deliberate step forward. "When you make reckless decisions that could get you killed? Yes, you do."Her breath hitched. He was t

Walking Into the FireThe city blurred past the car window as Claire clenched her fists in her lap.She didn’t have a plan.Not really.All she knew was that Adrian was in trouble, and she was done being sidelined."Where to, Miss Donovan?" the driver asked, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.She hesitated for half a second. "Vincent Romano’s club."The driver’s grip on the wheel tightened. "Are you sure? That’s not the kind of place—""I didn’t ask for your opinion," Claire cut in, her voice sharper than she intended.The driver nodded stiffly and changed lanes, speeding toward the high-end, private club where Adrian had vanished.Claire’s pulse pounded as she gripped her phone.No messages.No calls.Adrian was keeping her in the dark.And she was about to change that.The ClubThe moment Claire stepped inside the dimly lit lounge, she knew she didn’t belong.Not in the way the men in expensive suits smirked at her.Not in the way the women, draped in silk and diamonds, lo

Confronting the PastThe drive to Liam Carter’s estate was a quiet storm.Claire sat in the passenger seat of Adrian’s sleek black car, her hands clenched in her lap. Adrian had barely spoken since they left the penthouse, his grip tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension.Daniel followed behind in another car, a security team flanking them, prepared for anything.Claire’s heart pounded against her ribs. It had been years since she had seen Liam face-to-face. The last time, he had watched her life crumble, his silence cutting deeper than any betrayal. And now, he might be the one trying to end her life.She had thought she’d moved past the pain. That she had buried the old wounds beneath layers of anger and survival.But as they neared the Carter estate, she realized something terrifying.The scars still burned.The Estate of a SnakeLiam Carter lived like a man who had never tasted suffering.His estate loomed ahead, a sprawling mansion nestled in wealth and secre

The Game BeginsThe city skyline stretched endlessly before them, but Claire’s mind was elsewhere—trapped in the suffocating realization that her own stepsister had tried to have her killed.Ava had never just wanted to ruin her.She had wanted her gone.Permanently.Adrian stood beside her on the penthouse balcony, his hands gripping the railing like he was barely containing his fury. He hadn’t spoken much since their return from Liam’s.Claire could still feel the weight of his promise."She’s not walking away from this."Adrian’s threats weren’t empty. He didn’t deal in warnings—he executed."You’re quiet," she finally said, her voice breaking the tense silence.Adrian didn’t look at her. "Thinking.""About?"He exhaled sharply, pushing off the railing and turning toward her. His gaze was piercing, cold. "How best to destroy her."Claire’s chest tightened. "Adrian—""You don’t need to convince me to show restraint." His tone was clipped, his temper barely in check. "This isn’t abou