The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel 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

Frustration boiling over, Rosie stormed away, her heels clicking against the floor,

Meanwhile, Harlan, nursing his wounded hand nearby, had watched the situation unfold with growing clarity.

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Chapter 121 Regster Our Marriage

The friction between Brenna and Rosie was becoming undeniable. Rosie’s efforts to wedge herself between Ethan and Brenna, hoping to create a rift, were evident.

Harlan smirked, his mind already working, and followed Rosie out of the restaurant, sensing an opportunity

“Miss Harper!” Harlan’s voice cut through the air, carrying an unexpected urgency

Rosie halted, her gaze flickering to Harlan’s bandaged hand. “Is your hand alright?” she asked.

Harlan’s expression was pale, the pain still evident in his hand, but his thoughts were consumed with the

escalating situation with the Moreno family.

“It’s fine, Miss Harper,” he said, his voice strained but composed. “I want to talk to you about something

Having witnessed Roberto’s arrest, Rosie knew the Moreno family’s downfall was imminent.

She said, “We have nothing to discuss.”

Harlan’s tone was calm but calculating as he reminded Rosie, “We share a common enemy,

us allies.”

Rosie

sie. That makes

Rosie’s expression softened as she considered his words, the impatience on her face ebbing away slightly. After a pause, she gave a faint smile. “Fine. Let’s talk.”

Brenna struggled against Ethan as he forced her into the car. Her hands clawed at the door handle in frustration, but it wouldn’t budge–it was already locked. When Ethan slid into the driver’s seat with an air of composure, Brenna glared at him, her voice sharp with anger. “Let me out! I don’t like being forced into anything,” she said.

Ethan, however, remained 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 her.

“But I haven’t made that decision about you,” she replied coldly, her tone flat.

Ethan started the car without another word, pulling away from the scene as Brenna fumed silently beside him.

Breaking the silence as he drove, 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 won’t do something like that again. After all, I know I should put my wife first. 1 will maintain boundaries with my friends.”

Ethan’s eyes stayed fixed on the road, but his words dripped with unspoken vulnerability. “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 sharp. “What does that even have

to do with me?”

Ethan glanced at Brenna, his voice steady but tinged with an emotion he rarely expressed. “It matters because

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