All Chapters of His Runaway Bride’s Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The Ghost in the MirrorClaire hadn’t slept.Not really.The moment she closed her eyes, she saw Ava’s smile. Victor’s threat. The footage of Lucas. Her body might have been in bed beside Adrian, but her mind paced an endless hallway of fear, anger, and unanswered questions.By the time dawn crept over the horizon, she was sitting upright, staring at the city through the glass wall of the penthouse, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. The skyline looked peaceful—deceptively so. But beneath that calm exterior, a war was brewing.She didn’t flinch when Adrian sat beside her, shirtless, his hair tousled and damp from a shower."You didn’t sleep," he said quietly."No."His eyes studied her face, dark and alert despite the early hour. "Neither did I."Claire didn’t speak. Her mind was still occupied with their son—Lucas. She could still hear his laugh echoing from the last voicemail he’d sent her, telling her about the bunny he saw outside his classroom window. The idea that Victor h

A House Built on AshesThe tension in the manor hadn’t dissipated, even after Cassandra’s departure. If anything, it had thickened, as if the walls themselves were bracing for the next strike.Claire sat curled on the edge of the grand piano bench in the music room, her fingers tracing silent notes along the ivory keys. Adrian stood by the fireplace, one hand resting against the mantel, the other gripping a glass of whiskey he hadn’t yet tasted."You didn’t sleep," she said quietly, not looking at him."Neither did you."She glanced up at his reflection in the mirror. His face was drawn—exhausted but focused. A man who had carried too many secrets for too long."How long did you suspect her?" Claire asked, breaking the silence.Adrian exhaled slowly. "Since the first time she showed up at my office. It felt... rehearsed. Too convenient. But I needed to be sure."Claire nodded, fingers still tracing the keys. “And now that you are?”“I’m clearing house,” he said. “Anyone who has ties

Ghosts from the FireThe air was thick with tension as the private jet touched down in the quiet coastal town of Briar Glen. Fog rolled in from the sea like smoke from the past, curling around the edges of the unfamiliar town as if guarding its secrets.Claire stepped out first, her coat catching the wind, eyes scanning the sleepy marina as though Elliot Marris might materialize right there on the dock. Behind her, Adrian descended the stairs, his jaw tight, phone already in hand.“I’ve arranged for a car,” he said, his tone clipped. “Marris was last seen checking into a motel under the name Edward Miles. It’s ten minutes from here.”Claire nodded, slipping into the back seat of the sleek black car that waited for them. The town passed by in a blur—quaint shops, aged buildings, the smell of salt and old wood. But neither of them were here for nostalgia.“Do you trust him?” Claire asked after a stretch of silence.Adrian looked at her.“No,” he said honestly. “But I trust that he hates

Breaking the ChainsThe air in the penthouse was suffocating. The weight of the past few days had pressed down on Claire like a thousand-ton boulder. Despite the luxury surrounding her—an opulent building in the heart of the city, towering views from the windows, designer furniture and rare art lining the walls—Claire felt trapped.She’d been sitting in her study for hours, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, but the words wouldn’t come. She had drafted so many letters, emails, and statements, but nothing seemed to be enough. The fight against Victor was taking its toll, and despite the press conferences, the legal countersuits, and Adrian’s promises, Claire could feel herself slipping—slipping back into a place she’d fought so hard to escape.The door creaked open, and she didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His presence filled the room in an instant. Adrian.He didn’t speak at first, just stood in the doorway watching her. Claire met his eyes—those cold, impenetrable eyes

Enemies in the ShadowsThe letter haunted Claire.She read it a dozen times over the next few hours, committing every line to memory, every curve of the penmanship, every chilling implication. The words were more than just a warning—they were a declaration. A threat from someone who clearly believed they had unfinished business with her.And worse, they knew how to find her.When morning broke over the city, casting pale light over the marble floors of the penthouse, Claire stood by the window, sleepless and tense. The shadows on the street below seemed to stretch longer than usual. Every face passing by felt like a spy. Every glance felt like a dagger waiting to strike.She barely noticed when Adrian approached."You've been up all night," he said gently, slipping his arm around her waist.She leaned into him, but her thoughts remained elsewhere. "I can’t stop thinking about the letter."“I know,” he said. “I’ve already had Daniel run forensics on it. No prints, no traceable ink. Who