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164. Letting Go
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2026-06-29 13:12:31
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One Year LaterThe first rays of the summer sun spilled across the rolling vineyards of Spark Winery, bathing the endless rows of grapevines in a warm golden glow.A gentle breeze drifted through the valley, carrying the sweet scent of ripening grapes and fresh earth. Workers moved between the vines with woven baskets hanging from their shoulders, their cheerful laughter blending with the chirping of birds overhead.It was harvest season.The busiest...And the most beautiful time of the year.Enola stood on the wooden observation deck overlooking the vineyard, quietly taking in the familiar view.She wore a simple ivory linen blouse tucked neatly into a pair of high-waisted beige trousers. Her long hair was loosely tied back, allowing the warm breeze to brush against her face.On her left wrist...The white-gold bracelet once belonging to Isabella Cassel shimmered softly beneath the morning sunlight.It had become part of her.Not something she wore for special occasions.But somethi
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 167. Coming Home
The courthouse slowly emptied as the afternoon sun drifted westward.The media frenzy that had consumed the entrance only hours earlier was beginning to fade. News vans pulled away one after another, while police officers dismantled the final security barriers.For the first time in years...There was nothing left to investigate.Nothing left to prove.Only life waiting to move forward.A gentle summer breeze swept through the city as Damian drove away from the courthouse.The dark gray blazer he had left in the car earlier was still hanging neatly behind the driver's seat, untouched.He had never needed it.The rolled sleeves of his white linen shirt remained exactly as they had been that morning.Relaxed.Unburdened.Beside him, Enola leaned comfortably against the leather seat.She watched the passing streets through the window, her expression unusually peaceful.Neither of them felt the need to speak.Sometimes...Silence carried more comfort than words ever could.Alexander's car
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 166. Justice, Finally
Less than an hour after the verdict, the front plaza of the courthouse had transformed into a sea of cameras and microphones.Television crews stood shoulder to shoulder behind the security barriers.Journalists filled every available space, waiting for the official statement from the police.The summer sun had climbed higher into the sky, bathing the courthouse steps in warm golden light.A temporary podium bearing the National Police emblem had been placed at the center of the entrance.Several uniformed officers stood on both sides.When Ronald Hayes stepped onto the platform, conversations immediately died down.Camera shutters erupted almost instantly.Click.Click.Click.Ronald stood straight behind the podium, his dark uniform immaculate as always.His expression remained calm.Professional.Behind him stood several senior investigators who had spent years reopening and piecing together the case.Among them were Damian, Enola, Alexander, Evelyn, Ethan, and Luna.None of them s
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 165. The Day of Judgment
The courthouse stood beneath a brilliant midsummer sky, its white stone façade gleaming under the warm morning sun.Reporters had gathered since dawn.Television vans lined both sides of the street, their satellite dishes pointed toward the clear blue sky. Camera flashes erupted every few seconds as journalists rehearsed their opening reports, waiting for the country's most anticipated trial to begin.Police officers formed multiple security lines around the courthouse entrance. Barricades kept the growing crowd at a safe distance while armed officers patrolled every corner of the building.Today's trial wasn't just another criminal case.It was the final chapter of a scandal that had haunted two influential families for more than twenty years.A black luxury sedan slowly rolled to a stop near the private entrance reserved for witnesses and immediate family members.The rear door opened first.Damian stepped out, his polished leather shoes touching the pavement before he straightened
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 164. Letting Go
Neither of them spoke for a long while.The vineyard below continued its quiet rhythm. Workers moved from one row to another, baskets slowly filling with freshly harvested grapes beneath the bright summer sun.Life went on.As if it had been waiting for this moment.Clarine lowered her gaze, her fingers still gripping the wooden railing."I lost."The words came out barely above a whisper."I've been losing for a very long time."A quiet laugh escaped her lips."I just refused to admit it."Enola remained silent.She wasn't waiting for an apology.She wasn't expecting one either.Clarine finally turned to face her.There was no anger left in her eyes.Only exhaustion."I kept blaming you."She smiled bitterly."It was easier than admitting that none of this was your fault."Her shoulders slowly relaxed."My father spoiled me.""He kept telling me I deserved everything.""He convinced me that if I kept reaching...""...one day Spark Winery would belong to me."She shook her head."But
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 163. The Woman the Vineyard Chose
The midsummer sun hung high above Spark Winery, casting a warm golden glow across the endless vineyards. Gentle winds swept through the rows of grapevines, carrying the familiar scent of earth, leaves, and ripening fruit.It was the kind of afternoon Enola had always loved.Long before board meetings.Before contracts.Before betrayals.Before she became President of Spark Winery.She had simply been a little girl running barefoot between these very vines.The second floor of the old vineyard lodge overlooked almost the entire estate. Built decades ago, the wooden structure served as a storage area for farming equipment on the ground floor, while the upper level offered an open resting space where workers often took breaks during harvest season.Today, it was quiet.Only the occasional rustle of leaves and distant laughter from vineyard workers drifted through the warm air.Enola sat near the wooden railing in her wheelchair, a cup of warm tea resting in her hands.She didn't drink it
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 131. The Things the Dead Tried to Hide
Damian rarely felt nervous.Angry?Yes.Impatient?Frequently.Dangerous?Almost always.But nervous?That was different.Tonight, as he stepped into the evidence division of the police headquarters, he felt something disturbingly close to it.Ronald Hayes was already waiting.The police commission
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 127. The Missing Piece
The call ended.But the silence that followed felt heavier than the conversation itself.Damian stood motionless beside the floor-to-ceiling window, his phone still in his hand.Across the room, Enola watched him.The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass, but neither of them seemed inte
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 126. The Lie Buried With Isabella
The message stayed on Damian's screen long after the sender disappeared.>Ask Evelyn what happened the night Isabella disappeared.The penthouse was quiet.Too quiet.Enola stood across the room, watching him.Damian rarely looked shaken.Angry?Yes.Cold?Always.Ruthless?Without question.But th
The Tyrant's Bride Vow 119. Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried
The house was too quiet.Not abandoned quiet.Occupied quiet.The kind that made every sound feel wrong.Damian slowly stepped in front of Enola the moment the footsteps echoed upstairs. His arm instinctively moved slightly in front of her waist, shielding her without even looking back.“Stay behin
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