All Chapters of The Tyrant's Bride Vow: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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61. The Shadows of Hunters and Awakened Giants

The hospital felt too white. Too quiet. Too clean for Enola’s slowly crumbling world.When she opened her eyes that morning, her body trembled for no reason. Her fingers were stiff and cold. Every shadow that moved on the wall made her blink faster—afraid that something would hit her again.The accident.The blood.The smell of metal.The sound of the car crashing.Her driver screams.The flashback came like a bolt of lightning.Enola tried to breathe, but her lungs felt constricted. Her entire chest felt tight.It was no longer a dream... it was real.Her voice caught as she clutched the blanket. “The car... Damian... I can still see it.”Damian, who was sitting in a chair near the bed, immediately turned his head. His dark eyes monitored every small tremor in Enola’s body. He immediately stood up and held Enola’s cheeks with both hands.“You’re safe,” he whispered. “There’s no car. There’s no crash.”But Damian’s voice only made Enola’s tears fall—not because she was scared, but

62. A Broken Heart and a Fire That Will Never Be Extinguished

Damian stood silently in front of the psychiatrist’s office. His hands were clenched, his knuckles white. When the door opened, the doctor came out with a professional but cautious expression—as if any wrong word could cause Damian to tear him apart.“Mr. Cassel... I have reviewed your wife’s psychological condition.”The doctor’s voice trembled slightly.Damian listened without changing his expression. But the tension in his jaw was obvious.The doctor handed him a thick file containing the results of the examination.Mrs. Cassel has PTSD as a result of the accident. Traumatic flashbacks, panic attacks, and irrational fears related to vehicles and certain situations... are likely to occur for some time to come.”Damian clenched his jaw.“How bad?”His voice was cold... but cracked at the end.“Currently, the severity is at the upper threshold, sir. Trauma like this can leave a lasting mark if not treated.”Damian closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his dark eye

63. Shadows Behind the Trap

The interrogation room at the Narcotics Directorate was cold—sterile—the smell of disinfectant piercing sharper than the stares of the two investigators sitting across from Enola.The white light above her head reflected off her pale skin; the dark circles under her eyes confirmed that her body had not yet fully recovered from the trauma.Damian wanted to go in, but the rules did not allow it. He waited outside the room like a wounded tiger ready to tear apart anyone who put even the slightest pressure on his wife.Enola took a slow breath, trying to stabilize herself as her therapist had taught her. But the images of the accident—the screech of brakes, the clang of metal, her body being thrown—pounded her memory again.“Mrs Cassel,”The investigator began,“container number CR.8892 was found with a million dollars’ worth of narcotics. That was Spark Winery’s export route. As the CEO—““ I already told you, “Enola cut in hoarsely,” that container wasn’t part of the original shipme

64. Allies of Darkness

Heavy rain fell that night, drenching the city and making the streetlights look like dull flashes that pulsed wearily.In an old warehouse near the harbour, a man in a black suit stood smoking, accompanied by three well-built men armed to the teeth.An older man emerged from inside the warehouse. His hair was white, but his eyes were as sharp as a predator’s.Lysander Holt, the king of the international underground narcotics trade—a man who had been an ally of the Vendrake family for decades. On the day the Cassel Group brought down Vendrake, Lysander Holt was there to save Vendrake from ruin. Clarisse entered the room, her face pale but burning with determination.“Mr. Holt,” she said, her voice low and tense.The man narrowed his eyes, observing Clarisse from head to toe.“The adopted daughter of the Vendrake family,” he said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’ve caused quite a mess.”“Too many people want to bring me down,” Clarisse replied coldly. “I need allies.”Lysander chuckl

65. Seeds of Conflict

The scent of wet earth hung in the air since morning, last night’s rain soaking the grounds of Cassel Mansion, which was now guarded twice as tightly as before. Damian stood in front of the window of the Mansion’s private lounge on the second floor, gazing at the Elysian standing majestically in the distance—the newly operational resort emitted a soft golden light, as if it were a symbol of a new dawn for the Cassel and Spark empires.However, Damian did not feel completely at ease.He held an intelligence report from internal security.Clarisse Vendrake was forming a new alliance.And Adrian—who had always seemed chaotic and destructive—was also beginning to gather strength.The birds of prey were sharpening their talons.Damian clenched his jaw.He knew that sooner or later, the conflict would drag him in.But for now... his focus remained on one person.“Damian?” Enola’s soft voice came from behind the door.Damian turned, and a small smile—thin, but sincere—appeared on his face

66. Two Devils in Winter

The first snow fell earlier than expected this year.Outside the windows of Cassel Mansion, soft white flakes began to cover the walkway and the tops of the pine trees lining the main gate. The north wind brought a bone-chilling cold, making the entire estate seem frozen in the evening mist.Winter always made this place look peaceful.But that peace was only skin deep.Inside, a new storm was brewing—and that night, it began to show its face.The servants in the house were busy preparing for winter. Especially since the young Mrs Cassel had returned and needed intensive care. Lunch was quiet. Only Damian and Enola sat at the long table. Last time, several chairs were still occupied by other family members, but now the situation had changed significantly. The mansion felt quieter, but it was a more soothing silence.“Has Adrian ever returned here since the day of the shooting?” Enola was just curious. “The servant said, never. Adrian has several properties outside, including apartme

67. Fire in Winter

The Night of the Shooting.The snow fell heavily that night. White flakes piled up on the sidewalk, muffling the sounds of the city into a long, endless whisper. From a distance, the lights of the buildings reflected off the layer of snow, giving off a cold yet suffocating aura—as if the city itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to explode.And something did explode.Vendrake–Holt Casino, South District. 9:14 PM.The casino floor was ablaze with lights and the sound of slot machines. Still, Clarisse, sitting at a VIP table with a glass of champagne that had already formed condensation, could feel the tension settling in the air. She had already met with two members of the Holt business council today, and everything revolved around one topic:Adrian Cassel was becoming dangerous.She felt uneasy. For some reason, the cold tonight felt bone-chilling, unlike usual.She glanced at her thigh, which still ached from a bruise she had sustained a few days ago—the result of her

68. Blood Traces on the Snow

Winter was at its peak. The city was wrapped in a thick white blanket, covering the truth while reflecting lies. Snow piled up on the roofs of buildings, hung from the edges of windows, and buried the streets in a cold that made breath create long wisps of fog.But last night’s tragedy at the casino opened a new crack.That crack is bloody.The police are conducting an intensive investigation and focusing their attention on this case. The casino has been temporarily closed and sealed off by the police for further investigation. **South Police Station – 8:12 a.m.Lieutenant Myles stood in the middle of the briefing room, staring at photos of the crime scene displayed on the screen. The room was filled with the aroma of bitter coffee and tension.“The shooting at Holt’s casino... the more we dig, the more stench emerges,” he said, rubbing his face.“The stench of drugs, you mean?” asked one of the detectives.Lieutenant Myles nodded heavily.“We found large traces of fentanyl residue

69. Cold Wind Brings Freedom

Winter was biting harder. The grey sky hung low, as if pressing down on the entire city. Snow fell slowly but incessantly, transforming Elysian—and the whole of the outside world—into a cold, silent, and beautiful expanse of white that was somehow threatening.But behind that frozen landscape, the dark battle was heating up.Clarisse was shot at the Holt network casino.Adrian shifts the blame to Vendrake.The police begin to smell Holt’s drug network.And—further in the distance—Evelyn Moreau and Reo finally find the most important crack.That day, everything began to shift toward a critical point.**South Police Station – 9:15 AM.Lieutenant Myles stared at his investigation board with a grim but focused expression. Photos of Holt’s warehouse, transaction records, and drug flow maps spread out like a giant, ever-changing spider web.“The focus of the investigation now: Holt’s network,” he said to his team.“What about Spark Winery, sir?” asked a detective.Myles gave a small smir

70. Winter Reveals a New Face

Winter rolled over Spark Valley with a white blanket that grew thicker day by day. The morning fog descended like the breath of a ghost, hanging low over the vineyards that now lay dormant in the frost. The main building of Spark Winery stood tall—more imposing than ever—as if it too had plunged into a new chapter that was colder, more honest, and more cruel.Today, the door to the past is officially locked.And the door to the future has just been opened by Enola Spark.Camera flashes bounce off the glass of the building as Damian’s black car pulls up in front of the main entrance. Enola steps out slowly; her body still looks frail after a long course of therapy, but the look in her eyes—God—even a storm would make way.The cold wind blew her black hair, making the woman look like a figure in a classic painting rising from the ashes.Damian walked behind her, guarding—always guarding—watching every movement of the media trying to get closer. His hand occasionally touched Enola’s back

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