The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 121

Chapter 121 Register Our Marriage

Ethan's gaze hardened as it locked onto Brenna. "Is he your boyfriend?" The question hung between them, sharp as a blade.

Brenna's lips sealed into a taut line, her eyes meeting Ethan's with deliberate neutrality-a practiced mask revealing nothing.

Standing nearby, Rosie watched anxiously and felt her chest tighten. She wanted to intervene but couldn't, powerless to change what was unfolding

Ethan suddenly stepped forward, his movements abrupt and forceful. He grabbed Brenna's wrist firmly, his tone dropping to something almost possessive. "Whatever you had with him doesn't matter anymore," he said, his voice low but firm. "You're mine now-my fiancée-and soon, my wife."

Without giving Brenna a chance to respond, he began pulling her toward the exit.

Thiago moved swiftly, wanting to stop them. His voice was steady but edged with warning. "Mr. Mitchell," het said firmly. "You can't just take her away like this."

But before Thiago could get closer, Neville appeared before him, his large frame blocking the way. The tension in the room thickened as Thiago's sharp gaze assessed Neville's stance. With practiced precision, Thiago attempted to push past Neville, but Neville didn't flinch, standing as solid as a wall.

Thiago's expression hardened as he locked eyes with Neville. His voice dropped to an icy tone as he spoke again. "Step aside."

Neville's voice dripped with a sharp edge, his words slicing through the air like a blade. "I advise against meddling," he warned, his gaze piercing, "Mr. Mitchell may be blinded by his emotions, but I see the truth. Miss Harper never claimed you as her boyfriend-you're merely acquaintances. She is just currently mad at Mr. Mitchell, nothing more. Mr. Mitchell will calm her soon enough. Interfere, and you'll face consequences you'll

regret."

Thiago was concerned for Brenna's safety. But Neville was clearly formidable, and Thiago understood that engaging in a fight with him wouldn't end in his favor.

Thiago's voice, low and controlled, carried an undeniable edge of defiance as he said, “I will not stand by while someone with ill intentions takes Brenna away."

The two of them started fighting, refusing to yield. Thiago's trained strikes met Neville's brute strength, their movements a blur of tension. But neither of them was able to gain the upper hand in the fight

Rosie stormed away, her heels

Harlan, nursing his wounded hand nearby, had watched the situation unfold with

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to wedge herself between Ethan and

already working, and followed Rosie out

Harper!" Harlan's voice cut through the air, carrying an unexpected

bandaged hand.

was pale, the pain still evident in his hand, but his thoughts were consumed

situation with the

strained but composed. "I want to talk to

Roberto's arrest, Rosie knew the

"We have

as he

us allies."

Rosie

sie. That makes

his words, the impatience on her face ebbing away slightly. After a pause, she gave a faint smile. "Fine.

budge-it was already locked. When Ethan slid into the driver's seat with an air of composure, Brenna glared at him, her voice

stoic, his gaze unyielding "I'm not someone who seeks emotional connections," he began, his voice measured but firm. "Romantic relationships have never been my strong suit. But somehow, I've developed feelings for you-something I've never done before. It's draining, and I don't want to waste that much energy on a relationship again. I've already decided-you're the one for me. I won't want anyone else." Brenna's laughter caught in her throat. She wanted to mock his words, but the sincerity in Ethan's voice stopped her. Though his intentions didn't feel bad, the weight of his control suffocated

about you," she replied coldly, her tone

away from the scene as

Ethan spoke, his voice softer this time. "About Jayceon... I'm sorry for how things unfolded. If you didn't like the way I handled it, I

“You should understand Jayceon and I are very different. I never mess around with women. Even with the family arrangements, I've not spoken much with Rosie or Audrey before. There are also no other women in my life. Brenna's anger flared. His actions were too domineering; he had not even bothered to ask her opinion. "And why should I care about your personal affairs?" she shot back, her voice

to do with me?"

glanced at Brenna, his voice steady but tinged with an emotion he rarely expressed.