Semua Bab Trapped in my Sister's Wedding Vows: Bab 1 - Bab 10

White roses filled the cathedral.Mireya Sutton stood near the back, clipboard in hand, scanning the seating chart for the fifth time. Everything was flawless. Imported ribbons. Custom petals. Politicians and billionaires seated in polished rows.The Sutton–Ashcroft wedding.It wasn't just a ceremony. It was a merger."Miss Sutton," a coordinator whispered, "should the musicians begin?""Not yet," Mireya said. "The bride hasn't come down."Her sister was never late. Arabella lived for attention. She would never miss her own grand entrance.Something felt wrong.Mireya moved quickly down the private hallway toward the bridal suite. Her heels struck the marble too sharply. The unease in her chest tightened with every step.She knocked. "Arabella? Everyone's waiting."But there was no answer. She knocked harder, and still nothing. Cold slid down her spine. Mireya turned the handle. The room was empty. The wedding gown still hung untouched. The tiara sat in its velvet box. The bouquet lay

The Ashcroft estate rose ahead, glass, steel, and cold precision. No warmth. Just power.Inside, the ceilings stretched high. Marble floors. Portraits of past Ashcrofts lining the walls like silent judges.Ronan guided her forward with a firm hand at her back. "Your room is here," he said, stopping at a large door."You stay inside unless I call for you."She stiffened. "Am I allowed to leave the house?""Only if it benefits this investigation."She swallowed. "Investigation? You're treating me like a suspect."He didn't deny it.Her room was elegant, perfectly arranged and suffocating. The windows barely opened. The lock clicked softly behind her. That sound echoed louder than anything else.Dinner was silent. A table set for twelve but only two seated."You're not eating," Ronan said without looking up."I'm not hungry.""You are," he replied calmly. "You just don't trust the situation."She met his eyes. "Do you?"A faint pause. "No."After dinner, he led her to his study. Dark woo

The Sutton mansion gleamed with polished marble and towering pillars, beautiful, but cold.Her mother greeted her politely, a smile that didn't reach her eyes."Mireya," Mrs. Sutton said lightly. "You should have called ahead.""I wanted to see you," Mireya replied. "Have you heard anything about Arabella?""Sit first," her mother gestured toward a chair.Mireya obeyed, fingers twisting nervously.Before she could speak again, Mrs. Sutton's phone rang. She answered immediately."Oh, you wouldn't believe the progress we've made!" she chirped. "The Sutton brand is thriving since the Ashcroft alliance. Contracts are signing faster than ever. And I think my husband should run for mayor, Mrs. Sutton, wife of the mayor! With the Ashcroft connection, the public will adore us. Practically guaranteed."Mireya froze. An hour passed while her mother gushed about profits, invitations, and political ambitions.Finally, she could bear it no longer. She stood abruptly, took the phone gently but firm

Sleep never came. Mireya sat curled near the wide bedroom window as city lights shimmered below Ashcroft Tower. Dawn bled into the skyline, painting the glass towers in muted gold, but the beauty barely registered.Arabella was alive.The thought repeated like a fragile prayer she was terrified to believe. Not a runaway bride. Not a selfish sister abandoning her obligations. Not someone who had betrayed Ronan or disgraced the Sutton name.She had been taken. Kidnapped.The truth should have brought relief. Instead, it sharpened her fear. If someone had abducted Arabella, it meant intention. Strategy. Planning. And people like that rarely made mistakes.A quiet knock sounded at her door. Before she could respond, it opened slightly. Mrs. Dalton, the Ashcroft housekeeper, stepped inside with gentle composure."Mr. Ashcroft requests your presence in his study, Mrs. Ashcroft," she said respectfully.Mireya nodded, throat too tight for words.Ronan's StudyThe study smelled of aged oak and

The encrypted numbers glowing on the tablet screen did not lie, but Mireya Sutton still wished they did. She stood entirely alone in the suffocating quiet of Ronan’s private lounge, her fingers gripping the edges of the device until her knuckles turned white. Outside, the city lights stretched beneath the estate like a cold, jagged field of fallen stars. She didn't look at them. Her eyes were locked completely on two words blinking in an amber font against the black background: Veltrane Consortium.These weren't random transactions or automated accounting glitches. They were too deliberate. Too perfectly timed. Every single wire transfer aligned exactly with the chaotic morning Arabella had vanished from the wedding.The heavy double doors of the lounge clicked open. Mireya didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The sudden, heavy shift in the room's air pressure belonged to only one man."You're still working," Ronan said. His low baritone was entirely too calm, cutting throug