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Reclaiming His Bride Shattered Ego
Orion's POVThe roar of blood in my ears was deafening as I marched out of the building, each step driven by a pulse of fury. Ava’s rejection replayed in my mind, a relentless loop of her cold, unyielding stare and the quiet venom in her words. She’d humiliated me. In front of everyone. The council, the advisors, everyone who mattered—and everyone who thrived on weakness.I wrenched open the car door and slid in, the leather seat creaking under the pressure of my weight. Chloe was already there, her eyes bright with a mix of expectation and wariness. She reached for my hand, but I pulled away, staring out the window instead.“So… how did it go?” she asked, her voice light but hiding the edge of something sharper.“What do you think?” I bit out, barely containing my rage. “She made a spectacle of it. Rejected me in front of everyone!”Chloe’s lips twisted into a sneer. “She always had a flair for drama. Did you really expect her to fall at your feet?”I turned to her, my eyes blazing.
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Reclaiming His Bride Whispers in the Dark
Orion's POV I stormed back to my study, slamming the door behind me. The fire that roared in the hearth felt pale in comparison to the flames of fury consuming me. Ava wouldn’t get away with this. Every second of her absence, every moment she thought she could undermine me, only stoked the desire to regain control, to crush any illusion she held of independence.But beneath the rage, a knot of uncertainty twisted inside me. Ava had always been different—calculating, strong, and maddeningly defiant. She wasn’t just another pawn to be moved across the board. That defiance, the very thing that infuriated me, also drew me in like a moth to the flame. I hated her for that. I hated her for making me feel anything. Even hatred.I poured a glass of whiskey, the liquid burning my throat as I swallowed it down, alone in the dim light of the study. Chloe was asleep upstairs, and the house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that felt almost accusatory. I couldn’t escape the echo of Ava’s w
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Reclaiming His Bride Twisted Devotion
Chloe's POVMorning light crept through the heavy drapes, casting a pale glow over the room. I had been by Orion’s side for three years, and every day was a battle fought with carefully measured moves. My entire life had been bent toward one goal: to stay at his side and keep anyone, especially Ava, from ruining what I’d built. The sacrifices I made were too many to count, and all of them had one thing in common—they were for him. For us.People thought Orion’s strength was unshakeable, but they didn’t see what lay beneath. Only I did. I was the one who kept him from crumbling when he faked his own death to escape Ava's clutches. It was all my idea—a genius ruse that severed the ties binding him to a life he despised. The power he wielded now was, in no small part, because of me. And he was mine. I made sure of it. I had him twisted around my fingers, not through force, but through devotion. When he looked at me, he saw the woman who pulled him from the brink, who knew his darkest
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Reclaiming His Bride Power Trap
Orion's POV I stormed through the hallway, the pounding of my footsteps echoing like the drums of war. I had just left Chloe after listening to her explanation—a confession that only deepened my resolve. Ava had to be dealt with, swiftly and ruthlessly. If I wanted to secure Chloe’s place in my life and sever the suffocating grip of her dangerous ex, Ava needed to know who held the power. There could be no loose threads, no unpredictable games.As I approached Ava’s office, my jaw clenched when I spotted the same security guard from months ago—the annoying asshole who always seemed to have an annoying quip ready. He was back from his leave, and his smug expression nearly made me abandon all reason.“Step aside,” I growled, not slowing my pace.“Sorry, sir,” he replied, standing his ground. “Ms. Ava is not to be disturbed.”I leaned in, my voice low and deadly. “I’m only going to say this once. Move, or lose your job.”There was a beat of silence where he weighed his options, and the
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Reclaiming His Bride Orion’s Move
Orion's POV The heavy door slammed shut behind me, the echo bouncing through the hallway. Ava's mocking laughter still echoed in my ears, burning like a taunt I couldn't shake. My breath came in ragged gasps, each one fueling the storm that raged within me. She’d played me—again—and I hated her for it, just as much as I hated myself for falling into her web.I blame my father for this. For giving her so much leverage and now, she thinks she's some hot shot?But hatred wasn’t enough. I needed action. Control. She thought she could keep me on edge, dancing to the tune of her whims, but I would show her just how wrong she was. There was more than one way to win a war. The corridors felt narrow, closing in around me, as I stormed past the security guard—his earlier defiance barely registering now. He was nothing. Just another piece on a board I needed to rearrange.I took the elevator down to the garage, the metallic walls reflecting a grim version of myself—a man standing on the edge
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Reclaiming His Bride Savor the Fear
Ava's POV “No amount of security can keep her from me.”My pulse roared in my ears as I stared at the message on my screen, drowning out the words Rose had been saying. Fear coiled deep in my chest, quickly replaced by the surge of fury that left my hands trembling. I shot to my feet, the chair scraping against the floor in a grating screech. Rose’s eyes widened, her hand halfway to a stack of documents, concern etched into every line of her face.“What is it?” she asked, but her voice felt distant—muted.I couldn’t form the words. Couldn’t explain the terror clawing at me. My thumb hovered over the screen, barely believing what I was seeing. The words taunted me, echoing through every doubt and nightmare I’d tried to bury.Then, as if to twist the knife deeper, another message came in. This time, a picture.My sister. Tied to a chair. Her head lolled to one side, hair obscuring part of her face. She was alive—she had to be—but the image sent a wave of nausea crashing over me.I stu
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Reclaiming His Bride Protecting Holly
Ava's POV After a while, Holly’s breathing deepened, signaling that she had fallen back into a deeper sleep. I lingered a moment longer, fingers tracing the lines of her face as if to commit every detail to memory. “I’ll fix this,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. “I swear.”Outside the room, I motioned for the head guard. “I need three of you stationed here at all times,” I instructed, my tone leaving no room for argument. “No one enters except her doctor and Nurse Dora. No exceptions.”“Yes, ma’am,” he replied. I met his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, but found only grim determination. Good. This was life and death. Nothing less.I took one last glance at Holly before stepping into the corridor. The walls seemed to close in around me, the sterile scent of antiseptic suffocating. As I made my way out of the hospital, I could feel the weight of too many battles pressing down. None of this was going to end easily.---The drive back to The Miller’s Empire pass
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Reclaiming His Bride Turning the Tables
Ava's POVThe air in my office thickened, my heartbeat echoing louder in my ears as Rose confirmed what I already suspected. “It’s them,” she said, her voice low and grim. “The calls, the threats… it’s all coming from the Jamesons.”I gripped the edge of my desk until my fingers ached. “They’re playing a dangerous game,” I whispered, fury simmering just beneath the surface. Holly’s pale face flashed through my mind—the fragile rise and fall of her breathing. The images they’d sent—the ones that showed Holly supposedly bound and hurt—had been burned into my memory. Each one had chipped away at my resolve, filling me with a helplessness I despised.“No more,” I said, the words a promise to myself and a warning to the Jamesons. “I won’t let them touch her again.”Rose stepped forward, her eyes filled with steely determination. “We’ve traced the source of the most recent call. They’re using a network of rerouted lines to cover their tracks, but we are certain about the source. The Jameso
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Reclaiming His Bride The Life We Fought For (Bonus Chapter)
Ava’s POVThe crisp autumn breeze carried the scent of fallen leaves as I stood before Richard’s tomb, dressed in a flowing white dress that billowed around my ankles. It had been over two years since the chaos, since the battles that tested our strength, our love, and our resilience. Two years since we lost the man who gave me—gave all of us—a new chance at life. A chance at love, at family, at something real. I felt a gentle press against my hand and turned slightly, meeting the warm gaze of my mother-in-law. Without words, I passed her a knowing smile and squeezed her hand back. We had arranged this ceremony not to mourn, but as a reunion. A day to celebrate Richard’s life rather than grieve his absence. Laughter and quiet conversations floated through the cemetery as familiar faces gathered. Holly stood a few feet away, her phone in hand, a small, amused smile playing on her lips as she typed away. I narrowed my eyes, curiosity sparking in my chest. Was she texting… a boy? I
Reclaiming His Bride Fragments of Us
Epilogue Orion stood alone on the balcony of the penthouse, the cool morning air brushing against his skin as his thoughts drifted to the past. He had sold the mansion—the one he and Ava once called home. The memories that filled those walls had become too painful to bear. The haunting image of that particular morning played in his mind, unbidden and relentless. Ava in his arms, blood staining her dress as she struggled to breathe, coughing up blood. “Don’t talk, Ava. Please… just stay with me. Somebody get the ambulance!” His frantic cries echoed in his ears as the paramedics wheeled her away, her weak hand reaching out, telling him with her eyes to let her go. Despite the terror in his chest, he listened to her wish and watched her leave, helpless to follow. Uncle Theo had dragged him away, his voice hollow, urging him to pull himself together. “Ava, your wife, will want you here,” Theo had said. Those words, heavy with unspoken meaning, drove him to storm into the conference ha
Reclaiming His Bride Chloe's Last Stand
Ava’s POVThe incessant ringing of our phones jolted us awake. I stirred, unwilling to leave the warmth of Orion's arms. He hesitated for a moment before reaching for his phone on the headboard. His body stiffened as he listened to whoever was on the other end. Suddenly, he shot upright. “What do you mean by that?” he barked into the phone, his tone sharp and commanding. My curiosity piqued, I sat up and watched him intently. “Schedule a meeting for today,” he ordered before tossing the phone aside and raking his hand through his disheveled hair. “What happened?” I asked, my voice cautious. He turned to look at me, his expression softening. “It’s nothing for you to worry about, just some… minor concern at my company,” he replied, placing a reassuring kiss on my hand. His lips then trailed from my hand to my arm, my shoulder, my neck, and finally to my ear. “Stop,” I said, smiling as I half-heartedly pushed him away. But before things could go further, my own phone rang. Orion
Reclaiming His Bride A Bitter Rescue
Orion’s POV“Holly?” I called out, my voice laced with shock. Ava’s head snapped toward the door, and in an instant, she was on her feet, rushing to her sister. Pulling Holly into a tight embrace, Ava clung to her as if letting go would make her disappear. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably. “What happened? Why are you crying?” Holly asked, her voice filled with confusion. “I just missed you,” Ava whispered, her voice soft but thick with emotion. Rose stepped forward, her brow furrowed. “Holly, why are you here so suddenly? Your bodyguard didn’t notify me about this visit.” Holly’s next words landed like a thunderclap. “That’s because he’s dead.” “What?” Ava gasped, pulling back from her sister. Her posture straightened as the words sank in. “What do you mean? What happened? When did this happen?” she asked, her voice rising with urgency. Holly’s gaze dropped, her hands trembling as she whispered, “It’s Dad.” She looked directly at Ava, fear etched
Reclaiming His Bride Mason's Betrayal
Orion’s POVCradling Ava's limp form against me, her body cold and still, the past week came crashing into my mind like a relentless tide, dragging me back to the darkest moments. Chloe’s voice, as clear as if she were standing right here, played over and over in my head.I closed my eyes, fighting the flood of memories, but they came anyway. The first time she’d called after the scandal had faded—her calm, unnervingly calculated tone—it had felt like the beginning of something dangerous. Something insidious.“I want you there at six,” she'd threatened, her voice oozing venom masked as sweetness. “Or I’ll make sure this goes public. Think I’m bluffing? I’ve got a video that’ll destroy you, Orion. Imagine how she’ll react when she sees it. All those nights... How do you think she’ll feel watching our sex video?”The poison in her words sank into my skin, the memory of that call still fresh. “Remember Chicago?” Chloe had murmured, her breath deliberate, every word a careful caress. “I
Reclaiming His Bride Between Two Shadows
Ava’s POV Mason.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice curious as soon as the door clicked shut behind him. He didn’t respond, but only walked further into the room.“I was just about to call you, but…” My words trailed off as I took in his appearance. He was still wearing the same turtleneck and coat I’d seen him in yesterday. In the middle of summer. I frowned. "Mason, it’s sweltering outside. Why are you still dressed like this? You could at least lose the coat. I know this is a corporate setting, but I would never question you even if you didn’t dress so formally.”Mason smirked faintly, brushing off my comment, but before he could respond, Orion spoke, his voice laced with suspicion and accusation. “Why are you wearing so many layers in this weather?” He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. “Orion,” I warned, my tone firm. “That’s enough.” Mason’s smirk twisted into a sneer as he locked eyes with Orion. “You don’t
Reclaiming His Bride Power Plays and Betrayals
Ava's POV The morning sunlight streamed through my office window, illuminating the stack of damning documents on my desk. Photos, doctored emails, and fabricated accusations stared back at me, each one a calculated attempt to tarnish my name and shake the foundations of Miller Enterprise. Rose hovered nearby, her face pale with worry. "Ava," she began, her voice trembling. "This... this is catastrophic. It's worse than anything we've ever faced." I remained seated, my face calm and unreadable. “They’re emptying their rifles,” I said, my voice steady, almost amused. Orion paced behind me, his tension radiating like a storm waiting to break. “Ava, this isn’t just about you,” he said sharply. “This is bigger. They’re coming for the company. They’re coming for us.” I raised a hand, silencing him. “Orion, stop.” He froze mid-step, turning to face me. “How can you be so calm? Do you even realize what’s at stake?” “I do,” I replied, standing and brushing off my blazer. “And I k
Reclaiming His Bride The First Move
The city skyline shimmered like a chessboard under the moonlight, each glowing tower representing a player in this corporate war. While Chloe plotted her revenge, the Jamesons were orchestrating their own calculated strike, a move that would send shockwaves through Miller Enterprise before the Millers even knew what hit them. The Jameson estate exuded an aura of unrelenting power. The sprawling grounds, with their pristine gardens and wrought-iron gates, were more fortress than home, a testament to the family’s wealth and ruthless ambition. Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was no warmer. The study, with its dark oak paneling and looming bookshelves, felt like the nerve center of a war room. Mr. Jameson sat behind the massive desk, his piercing eyes scanning a confidential file. The dim light from the desk lamp cast long, jagged shadows on the walls, amplifying the tension in the room. A glass of bourbon sat untouched beside him, condensation pooling on its surface. Mrs. Jameso
Reclaiming His Bride The Masked Intruder
Ava’s POVThe moment I saw the figure step into view, cloaked in black with their face obscured by a mask, my blood ran cold. A scream ripped from my throat, piercing through the suffocating silence of the house. I didn’t wait to see what they would do next. My instincts screamed at me to run.I turned and bolted back up the stairs, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I made it halfway to my room when I felt a rough hand wrap around my wrist, yanking me back with such force that I almost lost my balance.“Let me go!” I screamed, twisting and struggling, my free hand clawing at the iron grip that held me. The figure said nothing, their strength overwhelming as they began dragging me toward the stairs.“No! Let me go, you son of a gun!” I kicked and squirmed, planting my feet against the floor and grabbing the railing, anything to slow them down. My nails dug into the wood, and I screamed again, hoping against hope that someone—anyone—would hear me.And I ask again, wh
