All Chapters of The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Chapter 161 - Chapter 168

A week had passed. Summer had settled gently over the valley, bathing Spark Winery in warm golden sunlight. Endless rows of vineyards stretched across the hills beneath a brilliant blue sky, while a soft breeze carried the sweet scent of ripening grapes through the estate. A black luxury sedan rolled through the wrought-iron gates before stopping in front of the winery's main building. The driver stepped out first. A moment later, Damian opened the rear door himself. Today, he wasn't wearing his usual charcoal suit. Instead, he was dressed in a tailored dark navy suit that complemented his broad shoulders perfectly. The crisp white shirt beneath it and a navy silk tie gave him an elegant, refined appearance—the unmistakable presence of the CEO of Cassel Group. Then he reached inside the car. Enola accepted his hand with an easy smile. She looked radiant. An ivory sleeveless jumpsuit hugged her figure with understated elegance, while a matching cropped blazer rested

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 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 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