All Chapters of The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

It had been two days since Damian told Enola about someone following her. However, Damian didn’t tell her everything, only mentioning that “something was suspicious.”Enola held her growing belly, her heart anxious.“Then someone is targeting me... what about this baby?” She squeezed the blanket on her thighs. Her anxiety slowly turned into fear that she found difficult to hide. Damian approached and sat on the edge of the bed. “Enola,” his voice was low and firm, but there was a subtle tension in it, “as long as I’m breathing, no one will touch you.”Enola held his gaze.“You said that before, before your accident.”Damian was silent. The comment cut him deeper than he showed.Finally, he said, “I know. And I won’t let you go through that again.” Enola sighed and nodded slightly. But the anxiety hadn’t completely disappeared.**In Evelyn’s private office, Reo’s document folder was open on the table.She scanned the name that appeared repeatedly, a name that had long “disapp

Damian’s office was dimly lit when Enola closed the door. Her gaze was single-minded, but not weak—it was sharp, filled with a storm Damian had never seen before.“All of this...” Enola held her breath, her fingers trembling not out of fear but out of frozen anger. “My parents... Spark Winery... My uncle... even your family, Damian. It’s all connected.”Damian approached her, looking deeply into her face.“Enola—““Don’t,” she whispered coldly.“I don’t want to be persuaded with sweet words right now.”Silence.And behind that silence, Damian saw something emerge from within Enola. This dark ambition had been buried all this time.“I already told you, I came to Cassel for one purpose,” Enola said softly.“To take Spark Winery and sever ties with my uncle. But now...”She looked at Damian, her eyes flashing.“Now I have another purpose.”Damian lifted his chin slightly.“Tell me.”“Revenge.”Cold. Firm. Without hesitation.Damian wasn’t surprised—he just smiled slightly, a dange

Spark Winery was still reeling from the aftermath of the fire. Workers bustled among the charred grapevines, their supervisors shouting instructions for recovery. But on the top floor of the administration building, Enola Spark sat calmly, almost too calmly, staring at her laptop screen displaying Luna’s investigation results.Behind her, Damian stood leaning against the wall, his left arm still bandaged. The bullet wound made him look even more dangerous—and even more demanding.“This was not a random attack.” Enola closed her laptop slowly. “They hit my source of wealth. The attack on Spark Winery is a declaration of war.”Damian walked closer from behind, his body like a dark shadow surrounding Enola. His arms wrapped possessively around her shoulders.“And we will retaliate.” His whisper was harsh, like a threat wrapped in affection. “But you won’t be the one to take action. You are carrying my two children.”Enola smiled slightly, her eyes dark and cold.“Damian... I never needed

Cassel Mansion became an emergency headquarters as soon as Alexander was found unconscious in the dining room, his mouth foaming, his breathing almost stopped. Damian had been in the hospital since that night—his face tense, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched.As soon as Alexander was declared comatose, the news spread like wildfire.And Clarisse?Gone.Gone from the house, her traces meticulously cleaned up.Damian stared at Reo’s report with red eyes.“She was helped by her family,” Reo said. “The Vendrake family. They sent a black car from their villa in the countryside and picked up Clarisse two hours before the ambulance arrived.”Damian ignored the coldness of the room.“So Clarisse is a Vendrake.”“Yes.” Reo swallowed. “And they’re back.”The name Vendrake echoed like an ancient curse demanding new victims.**Damian returned home—to his private mansion, now guarded twice as heavily since the shooting. He found Enola in the study, sitting in a thin black robe, her hair loose, h

The Cassel family had not yet recovered from the destruction of Adrian’s reputation when the news broke:ADRIAN CASSEL—ALEXANDER’S ILLEGITIMATE CHILD.The scandal spread like a deadly disease, infiltrating every corner of the Cassel Group, eroding the foundation of shareholder confidence.In the penthouse, Damian placed the newspaper on the table with a dark look.“This is only the beginning,” he said softly.Enola, who was sitting next to him, gently caressing Damian’s jaw, smiled slightly.“The game has just begun.”“The bait has been cast, we’re just waiting for them to take it. Enola smiled contentedly in Damian’s warm embrace.And on the other side of town...Adrian threw his tablet against the wall, the screen shattering into pieces.“CLARISSE!” he shouted. His voice exploded like a bomb. His hands clenched, his jaw tightened, his gaze sharp—killing. Only Clarisse knew the secret.Only Clarisse held the key to his reputation.And now the whole world knew it.At first, he