Ribbons Unbound: My Fiancé's Lingering Regret novel Chapter 100

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Summary for Chapter 100: Ribbons Unbound: My Fiancé's Lingering Regret

Chapter 100 – A Turning Point in Ribbons Unbound: My Fiancé's Lingering Regret by Birdcanndy

In this chapter of Ribbons Unbound: My Fiancé's Lingering Regret, Birdcanndy introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 100 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Internet genre.

My father was overjoyed about my return. He immediately insisted on throwing a party in my honor, planning to publicly announce my identity to everyone.

I agreed, because I don't want to let him down.

On the day of the party, the ballroom was filled with prominent business figures. I was bored and hid in the side, still unaccustomed to such grand social gatherings.

That’s when I ran into Wade and Trevor.

Of course, they weren’t there for me. They were looking for my father, desperate to secure an investment.

Wade and Trevor were surprised when they saw me. But it quickly turned to indignation as they cornered me, starting accusing me.

“Aurora, why did you block us?” Wade snapped. “Are you feeling guilty about sabotaging the investment?”

“Since you caused this mess,” Trevor added, “you can fix it. When Mr. Johnson arrives, you’ll talk to him and get the deal back on track. Then we’ll forgive you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at their audacity. The sheer entitlement in their tone was almost comical.

“And who gives you the right to order me around?” I asked, my voice calm but cutting. I gestured toward Freya. “Why not let her handle it? Oh, I see—when something goes wrong, you come to blame me. But when there’s credit to claim, it’s all hers. That’s pretty shameless, isn't it?”

Hearing my word, Freya wryly smiled and pretended to be aggrieved, “Aurora, I’ve tried so hard to contact Mr. Johnson these past few days, but I haven’t even managed to meet him. I can't serve other man like you did. Please, for the sake of your friendship with Wade and Trevor, help us out.”

Her words were perfectly measured, artfully designed to paint herself as the victim while shifting the blame onto me. I almost had to admire her. No wonder Wade and Trevor were so easily manipulated.