All Chapters of Owned By my father's Enemy : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Tyler stood outside Adaline's door for a few seconds before knocking, his fingers tapping lightly at first before growing more deliberate as he waited, his expression carefully arranged into something calm even though his mind was anything but as he had just returned from seeing Mr Brown off and the first thought that crossed his mind was her, her decision, her next move, because everything now depended on it and he could not afford to lose control at this stage, not when everything he had planned was finally beginning to fall into place.The door opened slowly and Adaline stood there, her face pale, her eyes tired, her entire presence carrying a quiet heaviness that immediately told him she had not slept, that whatever he had said to her the previous day had settled deep within her and refused to let her rest, her hair loosely falling around her shoulders, her lips slightly dry as if she had spent the night overthinking everything without pause."How are you doing?" Tyler asked softl

The sun slipped quietly through the thin curtains of Adaline's room, its soft rays resting gently against her face as if urging her awake. She stirred slightly, her brows tightening before her eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the brightness. For a moment, she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting between everything that had happened the past few days and everything that still felt unresolved. Then suddenly, as if reality snapped back into place, she reached for her phone beside the bed and checked the time. It was almost eight in the morning.Adaline gasped softly under her breath and immediately threw the covers aside, rising from the bed in a rush. There was no time to waste. Today was important. Today, everything moved forward, whether she was ready for it or not.She hurried into the bathroom, the sound of running water soon filling the space as she tried to steady her thoughts. The warmth of the water against her skin did little to calm the st

Adaline woke up the next morning to the soft vibration of her phone against the bedside table. Still half asleep, she stretched her hand across the surface until her fingers found it. She squinted at the screen, expecting something ordinary, but the moment her eyes adjusted and she read the message, all traces of sleep vanished instantly. She sat upright, her heart beginning to pound as the words sank in.The message contained medical records. Detailed records. Her mother's name was written clearly at the top, followed by hospital documentation, dates, and an autopsy report. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled.Poison.Her mother had not died from an illness.The report stated that the cause of death was consistent with Arsenic poisoning, administered in gradual doses over time.Adaline's breath caught in her throat. That was not possible.Her mind rejected it immediately, but the documents were too detailed, too structured to be fabricated so easily. Her chest tightened painfully

Ella walked into the room and found Camilla in a state she had rarely seen before, restless and frantic, moving from one side of the wardrobe to the other as if time itself was chasing her, dresses pulled out and discarded without care, heels scattered across the floor, jewelry boxes left open on the bed. Ella sat down slowly, watching her for a moment, trying to understand what could possibly have her this unsettled when she had only just returned from a trip not long ago."Are you going somewhere again?"Camilla did not respond, not even a glance in her direction, as if the question was too insignificant to deserve an answer, instead she turned abruptly, holding up a dress in front of her body, her eyes sharp and expectant."Is this good?"Ella frowned slightly, confusion written all over her face as she studied the dress without fully understanding the urgency behind the question, and before she could even give a proper response, Camilla turned away again, already dismissing her o

Adaline stepped out of the study, her movements controlled but her mind anything but calm, and she turned toward the staircase, intending to retreat to the safety of her room, to put distance between herself and the weight of everything that had just happened, but before she could take more than a few steps, Mrs Margareta's voice stopped her gently.She turned back, her expression composed, though her heart was still racing beneath the surface.Mrs Margareta looked at her thoughtfully, as if recalling something she had almost forgotten, and then spoke, mentioning the question Adaline had asked earlier about the presence of security cameras in the house.Adaline nodded slowly, her chest tightening slightly as anticipation crept in.Mrs Margareta continued, saying that she had remembered something, that there might actually be a camera in the study room, though she could not say for certain because it had been a long time and she was not entirely sure anymore.The words hit Adaline hard