All Chapters of The Return Of The Betrayed Bride : Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

WENT-WORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTER — AMELIA’S CELL — AFTERNOONAmelia sat on the edge of her bunk, one hand resting on her growing stomach.The cell was quiet except for the distant sounds of doors slamming and inmates talking somewhere down the corridor.She stared at the gray wall in front of her.Another day.Another endless afternoon.She had spent hours trying not to think about everything she had lost.Then heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway.A moment later, keys rattled against the bars. A correctional officer stopped outside her cell “Amelia stone.”Amelia didn’t bother looking up. “What now?”“You have a visitor.”She rolled her eyes. “Good for them.”The guard frowned. “Your husband is here to see you.”That made her laugh. A cold, bitter laugh.Slowly, she lifted her head. “My husband?”The words dripped with sarcasm. “Last time I checked, I don’t have a husband anymore.”The guard remained silent.Amelia shook her head and leaned back against the wall.“So whoever is

LANGSTON MANSION – INSIDE – NEW YORK CITYThe front door flew open with a loud bang.Damien stormed into the mansion, his face dark with anger. His expensive dress shoes struck the marble floor with hard, heavy steps that echoed through the house.His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.No matter how hard he tried, he could still smell it.Blood.Death.That horrible smell from the box refused to leave him.“Damn it!”He ripped off his suit jacket and threw it across the room. It landed on the polished floor in a crumpled heap, but he didn’t even look at it.His chest rose and fell with every angry breath.“Marcus!” he roared.His voice echoed through the mansion. “Marcus! Get in here. Now!”Within seconds, Marcus hurried into the foyer.The head bodyguard looked almost as shaken as Damien. His face had lost its color, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Even now, the horrifying scene outside the gate replayed in his mind.He swallowed hard.“Yes, sir,” he said, trying to keep hi

ALEJANDRO'S PENTHOUSE — LIVING ROOM — EVENINGAlejandro burst through the front door of his penthouse like a hurricane. His suit was wrinkled, his tie was hanging loose, and his eyes were still red and swollen from crying. But underneath all that pain, there was something else now—anger. Pure, burning fury.Gabriella was lounging on the sofa in a flowing silk gown, a glass of wine in her hand and a smug smile on her face. The moment she saw him, her expression shifted to one of concern, but Alejandro wasn't fooled. Not anymore."Alejandro!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet. "My love, what happened? You look terrible. What did she say to you?"Alejandro ignored her completely. He walked straight past her and stood in the middle of the living room, his chest heaving with anger."Don't," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't you dare pretend to care about me right now, Gabriella. Don't you dare act like you're worried about me."Gabriella's eyes widened with feigned innocence

Sophia shook her head. "I don't know. I honestly don't know.""Think," Damien said. "Who have you crossed? Threatened? Made an enemy of?"Sophia's mind raced through all the people she'd hurt. All the lives she'd destroyed. There were so many. But one name kept coming back."Amelia," Sophia whispered. "It has to be someone connected to Amelia. Someone who wants to protect her."Damien stared at her. "Amelia is in prison. She can't send dead bodies to anyone.""Then someone's doing it for her," Sophia said. "Someone powerful. Ruthless. Someone who wants me to back off."Damien grabbed his phone and started scrolling. "Rebecca Stein was a high-profile lawyer. Her murder is all over the news. The police will be here any minute. They'll ask questions. They'll investigate."Sophia's eyes went wide. "We can't tell them the truth. We can't tell them I paid her.""Then what do we say?" Damien snapped. "That a dead body magically appeared in a gift box? That we have no idea who sent it?""Yes,

LANGSTON MANSION — FRONT DOOR — SECONDS LATERDamien walked to the door slowly. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for the handle. He leaned forward and looked through the peephole.His face went white."Son of a bitch," he whispered.Sophia's voice cracked. "What? Who is it?"Damien turned to her, his eyes wide with panic. "It's the police. And they brought the FBI. Four of them. Maybe five."Sophia sank onto the couch. Her whole body was shaking. "Oh God. Oh God, what do we do? What do we say?"Harrison stepped forward. "Say nothing until I tell you. Follow my lead. Let me do the talking."Damien took a deep breath and opened the door.Three officers stood outside—no, four. Two in police uniforms. Two in dark suits with FBI badges clipped to their belts. The lead agent was tall, broad-shouldered, with a buzz cut and eyes like steel."Mr. Langston," the FBI agent said. His voice was calm but carried an edge of authority. "I'm Special Agent Miller. We received a report about a