All Chapters of The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.Damian stepped into the quiet corridor of Moreau Medical Center just as the last stretch of daylight spilled through the long windows. Midsummer evenings always lingered a little longer, painting the city in warm shades of amber before surrendering to night.The jacket from his suit rested over one arm.His tie had long since been loosened.His sleeves were rolled halfway to his forearms.For the first time in years, he looked less like the CEO everyone feared......and more like a son who had just buried another piece of his heart.His footsteps echoed softly across the polished floor.Slow.Heavy.Today had been too long.Too many truths.Too many wounds reopened.Leonard Voss's confession still echoed inside his head.Alexander's devastated face refused to disappear from his memory.And worst of all...His mother had died believing no one had trusted her.That realization hurt far more than Damian had expected.He stopped outside Room

The news of Victor Laurent's arrest spread faster than anyone had expected.Within an hour, every major business network was broadcasting the same headline.Victor Laurent Arrested in Connection with the Moreau Investigation.The financial market reacted almost immediately.Cassel Group's stock price dipped for only a few minutes before gradually climbing again as investors digested the company's official statement.For the first time in weeks...There was no panic.No emergency sell-off.No rumors of bankruptcy.Only cautious optimism.—Cassel Group HeadquartersThe Executive Boardroom buzzed with quiet conversations as directors reviewed the latest reports projected onto the large screen.Victor's name had disappeared from every organizational chart.One by one, his responsibilities were reassigned."The Northern District development project will now report directly to Operations.""The European acquisition has been transferred to the international division.""The logistics restruc

The cold wind sweeping across the harbor carried the sharp scent of salt and diesel fuel.Dark clouds hung low over the sea, turning the afternoon sky into a dull sheet of gray. Waves slammed against the concrete pier while cargo containers stood like silent giants beneath the fading daylight.Aldric staggered across the dock, breathing hard.Blood soaked the sleeve of his jacket where a bullet had grazed his arm earlier, but adrenaline kept him moving.Just a little farther.One more boat.One more chance.Behind him, footsteps echoed across the empty pier."Stop!"Ronald's voice rang through the harbor.Several officers spread out, cutting off every possible escape route.Aldric glanced over his shoulder.His expression twisted with desperation before he suddenly changed direction, sprinting toward a narrow loading bridge leading to a speedboat.The engine was already running.One of his men shouted, "Boss! Hurry!"Aldric pushed himself harder.His boots pounded against the wet conc

Cassel Mansion looked exactly as Damian remembered it.Grand.Quiet.Almost frozen in time.The black sedan rolled through the wrought-iron gates before coming to a stop beneath the front portico. Warm summer sunlight spilled across the stone driveway, while the fountain in the center of the courtyard continued its gentle rhythm, undisturbed by the changing seasons.Several housekeepers bowed politely as Damian helped Alexander out of the car."Welcome home, Chairman."Alexander acknowledged them with a slight nod."I'm in my study," he said calmly. "No visitors.""Yes, Chairman."Damian pushed the wheelchair through the spacious entrance hall. Portraits of previous Cassel family heads lined the walls, watching silently as they passed beneath them.Neither man spoke.When they reached the second floor, Alexander unlocked a pair of dark walnut doors at the end of the hallway."I haven't let anyone in here for years."The door creaked open.The room was surprisingly warm.Sunlight filte

Two days later.A warm midsummer sun hung high above the city, washing the streets in brilliant light. Outside Moreau Medical Center, the flowerbeds lining the entrance were in full bloom, their colors vivid beneath the clear blue sky. It was the kind of beautiful morning that made it difficult to believe so many lives had been shattered by the truth waiting inside.The VIP ward on the hospital's top floor was unusually quiet.Two armed police officers stood guard outside a single room, their expressions stern as they monitored every movement in the hallway. Security cameras overlooked every corner, and access to the floor had been restricted since Aldric Moreau was brought here under police custody.His hospital room had become a prison.The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.Damian stepped out first.Instead of the tailored suits he usually wore to the office, he had chosen a fitted black long-sleeved shirt. The sleeves were rolled neatly to his elbows, exposing his strong