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Orion’s Move

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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
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  • Reclaiming 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

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  • Reclaiming 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

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  • Reclaiming 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   Strings to Pull

    Orion's POV The engine purred beneath me as I drove through the city streets, my grip on the steering wheel tightening with every turn. My mind was a chaotic mess of thoughts, but for the moment, I focused on the task at hand: picking up Chloe. She had been waiting at the Cafe on East Road, and despite the tension burning through me after my encounter with Ava, I couldn't leave her waiting. She has been calling all evening, I could sense how unsettled she is over the phone.The traffic light flickered red, and I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders to relieve some of the tension. It was then that my phone buzzed on the dashboard, a notification lighting up the screen. I glanced at it briefly, ready to ignore yet another unimportant email or update. But what I saw made my pulse quicken.Holly. Holly Rodriguez.The name glared back at me, every nerve in my body suddenly on high alert. Ava’s sister. So she is her Achilles’ heel? My mind raced, piecing together fragments of past conve

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  • Reclaiming His Bride   Soft Lies

    Orion's POV The hospital’s sterile scent struck my senses as I was led down the long corridor. Cold, white tiles stretched before me, each step echoing. Anticipation thrummed through my veins as the guard paused in front of a door.“Miss Holly is inside,” he announced, casting me a sideways glance that lingered on the bag in my hands. I met his gaze with an easy smile, masking the storm beneath.“Thank you,” I said smoothly. He nodded and moved away.Pushing open the door, I stepped inside. The room was bathed in soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The room didn't look like a typical hospital room. Trust Ava to go the extra mile. She had the room decorated as though it's a teenager's room with pink curtains and soft mats on the floor. Kpop wallpapers adorned the walls like a shrine. There were teddy bears on the bed and couch.I must admit, she really loves her sister.Holly Rodriguez sat upright on her bed, her auburn hair falling in waves around her face. She was yo

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  • Reclaiming His Bride   One Crack at a Time

    Orion's POV Ava's voice sliced through the calm like a knife, and I could feel the warmth I’d so carefully built around Holly begin to dissolve in an instant. Holly's smile faltered, and confusion clouded her eyes as she looked from Ava to me and back. I slowly let go of Holly's hand, trying to mask the unease creeping up my spine. My face fell into a practiced expression of surprise, though I could feel the familiar tension building in my chest. This was just what I wanted.“Ava,” I said, forcing a note of confusion into my voice, as if I hadn’t been expecting this. “I didn’t know you were coming. I’m sorry if—”“Spare me,” she cut in, her voice cold and sharp. Her heels clicked on the floor as she strode toward us, each step deliberate and purposeful. The sound echoed like gunshots in the room. Holly flinched, instinctively shrinking back. Her wide eyes flicked between the two of us as she began to understand the shift in the atmosphere. Ava’s gaze locked on the bracelet on Holl

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  • Reclaiming His Bride   Chasing Control

    Ava's POV The antiseptic smell of the hospital mingled with the tension between us, sharp enough to make me sick. Holly sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her arms folded across her chest, her expression an unreadable mask—until it cracked. Anger and confusion seeped through, and she couldn’t hold it back any longer.“Why did you do that, Ava?” she asked, her voice trembling. “He was just trying to be nice. You made him leave like he was some kind of monster.”I took a deep breath, fighting to keep my emotions in check while staring at my seventeen year old sister. “He’s not who you think he is, Holly. I’m trying to protect you.”“From what?” she demanded, her eyes flashing. “Orion’s been nothing but kind since he showed up. He didn’t deserve that. You made me feel like a child in the middle of your drama. It’s exhausting, Ava.”My heart ached hearing the raw hurt in her voice. “You don’t understand,” I said, feeling like a broken record. “There’s more to this than you know. Orion

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  • Reclaiming His Bride   Facing the Millers

    Ava's POV The moment Priscilla Miller walked in, it felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of the room. Her presence was a storm, silent at first but filled with the promise of devastation. She closed the door behind her, her eyes cold and confrontational as they landed on me. She looked pristine in her tailored green suit, every inch the formidable matriarch of the Miller empire. “I should have known I’d find you here,” she said, her voice like a whip crack. “Playing your little games. Trying to seduce my son now, aren't you?”I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her see how her sudden appearance rattled me, and how ridiculous her accusation sounded. “Mrs. Miller,” I said, my tone flat. “What an unpleasant surprise. I never knew you could find your way to this company after so long.”Her eyes, so much like Orion’s but devoid of warmth, narrowed. “Don’t pretend, witch. I know what you’re doing. Trying to sink your claws deeper into this family.” She stepped closer, her heels cl

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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

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