The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1247

Gian's mother took a sip of coffee. "Gian, it's not that we can't use the Atwood family's network, but you know your uncles have always had their eyes on the seat of power."

The Atwood patriarch tapped the ash from his cigar, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's. "It's not impossible to mobilize the family's resources."

He spoke slowly, each word landing with the weight of an irreversible deal. "Marry Kirsten. Get the license. And control of the Atwood family will be yours."

Gian froze, rooted to the spot, as if he couldn't grasp the weight of those words. His engagement to Kirsten was already a marriage of convenience, devoid of any real affection. Now, his grandfather was demanding he trade a marriage certificate for the power to lead the Atwood family—for the chance to save Danielle. His fingertips trembled, a tight knot forming in his chest. On one side, the life of his dearest friend; on the other, a loveless marriage. The choice was so cruel it left him breathless.

Just then, the living room door opened softly, and Kirsten walked in on high heels. She wore a wine-red gown, her hair swept up in an elegant bun, a perfectly measured smile on her face. Seemingly prepared for the tense atmosphere, she walked straight to Gian's side and linked her arm through his.

"Uncle, aunt, Grandfather," Kirsten’s voice was clear and pleasant as her eyes swept over everyone, finally settling on the old master. "I'm willing to marry Gian. It doesn't matter if we don't have time for a wedding. We can go get the license right now."

Gian whipped his head around to look at her, his eyes wide with astonishment. But Kirsten acted as if she hadn't noticed. Instead, she rose on her toes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Gian tensed at the touch of her lips, keenly aware of every eye in the room fixed on them.

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