Semua Bab His Runaway Bride’s Revenge: Bab 71 - Bab 80

The Calm Before the StormClaire barely slept that night.Even after signing the contract, even after officially agreeing to stay in this twisted marriage, her mind refused to settle.Adrian had barely said a word after she signed. He had taken the contract, tucked it away in his desk, and simply told her they would talk in the morning.She hated how calm he had been.She hated even more that she had wanted him to say something—anything.But she wasn’t about to ask for his approval.No, she had made her choice. And she wasn’t going to second-guess it now.Still, as she lay in the massive bed of Adrian’s penthouse, staring at the ceiling, an unease settled deep in her chest.What had she just committed to?Could she really do this?A part of her wanted to believe that this would get easier. That somehow, this wasn’t just another move in their never-ending battle for control.But Claire knew better.This wasn’t a fresh start.It was just a new battlefield.Morning Came Too SoonWhen Cla

A Dance with the DevilThe gala was already in full swing when Claire and Adrian arrived.Stepping onto the red carpet, Claire felt the heat of the cameras flashing, the press desperate for any hint of a scandal. Murmurs filled the air—some in awe, some in suspicion, and some in pure, unfiltered envy.She was used to this world. The high society elites who smiled to your face while plotting your downfall behind closed doors.But tonight, she wasn’t the naive girl who had once been at their mercy.She was Adrian Blackwood’s wife.And that made her untouchable.Adrian’s grip on her waist was firm as he guided her through the entrance of the grand ballroom. The venue dripped with opulence—chandeliers casting a golden glow over the room, champagne glasses clinking in the hands of billionaires, and soft music playing in the background.Claire’s dress, a deep crimson silk that clung to her curves, made heads turn. She could feel the weight of the stares, but she kept her chin high.She was

Unraveling the PastThe name Elliot Vance echoed in Claire’s mind long after Daniel had left the office.Adrian sat at his desk, flipping through the file with a razor-sharp focus. His expression was unreadable, but Claire knew this was what he thrived on—strategy, control, destruction.And tonight, he had a new target.“This isn’t a coincidence,” Adrian muttered, scanning the documents. “Harold knew something, and he was desperate enough to risk his life to warn you.”Claire exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the desk. “He was the prosecutor, Adrian. The one who made sure I got convicted. Why the hell would Harold be talking to him now?”Adrian closed the file, his fingers tapping against the desk. “That’s what we’re going to find out.”Claire felt the weight of the moment settle over her. For three years, she had convinced herself she knew who her enemies were—Liam, Ava, Harold.But now?Now she was realizing she had been fighting the wrong battle all along.And someone had been

Secrets in the DarkThe weight of Cassandra’s words lingered long after she had disappeared down the hall.Claire stood frozen, staring at the file in her hands. The name Elliot Vance glared back at her like a ghost from the past.Adrian hadn’t moved. His silence was unnerving, his entire body rigid with restrained fury. His dark eyes flickered between the file and Claire, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.Finally, he spoke. “You shouldn’t have let her in.”Claire’s gaze snapped up. “I didn’t. She just showed up at the door.”Adrian’s jaw ticked. “That woman is poison, Claire. Whatever she told you, whatever she gave you—don’t trust it.”Claire exhaled, shaking her head. “I don’t trust her. But I also don’t think she’s lying.”Adrian crossed the room in slow, deliberate strides. “Cassandra Vale doesn’t help people unless it benefits her. If she gave you that file, it’s because she wants something from you.”Claire glanced down at the documents. “Then maybe we should figure o

No More RunningThe tension inside Adrian’s penthouse was suffocating. The scent of burnt rubber and smoke from the attack still clung to Claire’s clothes, a reminder of how close they had come to death.She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the glittering city skyline. But she wasn’t admiring the view.She was thinking about who wanted her dead.The attack had been deliberate. Precise. Someone had given the order to eliminate them before they could dig any deeper.Adrian, standing a few feet away, was on a call with Daniel. His voice was low, controlled, but Claire could hear the restrained fury behind every word.“Find out who gave the order. I don’t care how you do it—just get me a name.”A pause.“No. No police. We handle this ourselves.”Another pause.“Double security at the penthouse. I want a full lockdown.”Claire turned, her arms wrapped around herself. “Is it always like this for you?”Adrian ended the call and met her gaze. “Like what?”She exhaled. “Li