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Taming the Chaos
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Ava’s POVThe car ride back to the penthouse was quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Orion held my hand as if afraid I’d disappear, his thumb brushing softly against my knuckles. His strong presence calmed me, yet the events at his mother’s mansion lingered in my mind. The venom in her words, the threats, and that haunting smile—it was like a storm waiting to break.We stepped into the elevator, and I finally broke the silence. “She’s unstable mentally. Do you think she’ll try something?”“She will,” Orion admitted without hesitation. His jaw tightened as he stared at the elevator doors. “But it won’t matter. She’s contained now. She’ll have no one left to manipulate.”His confidence should have been reassuring, but I couldn’t shake the unease coiling in my chest. Something about the way she looked at me from the window of her room—a mixture of hatred and certainty—made my skin crawl. I leaned into Orion, pressing my forehead against his arm. “She hates me.”He turned to
Last Updated : 2025-04-03Reclaiming His Bride Pieces of a Perfect Plan
Chloe’s POVThe sound of glass shattering was deafening, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing could drown the fury boiling inside me. I hurled another vase against the wall, watching the shards explode like fireworks across the room. My breaths were ragged, my vision blurred with hot tears of rage. Fury bubbled beneath my skin, hot and relentless, consuming every inch of me as I let out a guttural scream. How had this gone so wrong?“How the fuck did this happen?” I screamed, grabbing a chair and slamming it onto the hardwood floor. “I had them! I had them right where I wanted, and now—” My voice broke as I kicked the fallen chair aside. I paced the room like a caged animal, my mind racing. Everything had been going so well. The scandal had started perfectly—a few whispers, a well-placed leak, Mrs Pricilla’s statement, and then the staged video. It was all so perfect. Ava and Orion were supposed to crumble, retreat into the shadows where they belonged. They were supposed to be the ones h
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Chloe’s POVThe night felt endless, the heavy air of anticipation wrapping around me like a cloak. The man across the room stared at me with a knowing look, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the doorframe. He looked unimpressed, as if he could see right through me. “So, what’s your grand plan this time, Chloe?” His voice was calm, calculated, but laced with an undercurrent of frustration. I smirked, adjusting my coat as I prepared to leave. “You’ll see when it’s time. Just stay on standby.”“You’re about to make the same mistake again,” he said flatly, his eyes narrowing. “Charging in with no leash on your emotions, thinking you’re ten steps ahead, when really, you’re one misstep from falling off the cliff.” I paused, my hand on the doorknob, and turned to him slowly. “Then maybe you should stop watching me and start worrying about how you’re going to keep up.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t come crying again when your plans fail. You’re playing with fire, C
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Ava’s POVThe sunlight streaming through the restaurant’s glass walls painted an almost serene picture, but the tension at our table was anything but peaceful. I sat stiffly in my chair, trying to focus on the menu, yet my mind lingered on the figure walking toward us. Orion’s entire demeanor had shifted. Gone was the calm, teasing man who had been holding my hand a moment ago. In his place was someone cold and dangerous, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with warning.I turned my head slightly to get a better look at the approaching figure, but Orion’s hand clamped down on mine, his grip firm but not painful. “Don’t,” he murmured, his tone low and sharp.“Orion, who is—”“Not here,” he interrupted, his eyes never leaving the figure.My stomach knotted as Mason came into view, his confident stride carrying him toward us with an expression that was far too determined for my comfort.When he reached our table, the air thickened, almost suffocating in its weight. Mason’s eyes flickered be
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Ava’s POV The door clicked shut behind us as we entered our room, the tension from earlier still crackling in the air like a live wire. The conversation with Mason earlier was still replaying in my head.Orion, on the other hand, wasted no time. Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed against mine, fierce and demanding, his anger still simmering from Mason's intrusion.The kiss felt like he was trying to mark his territory, to remind me that he’s my husband, not mason.His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks with surprising tenderness as his kiss deepened. When he finally pulled back, his voice was a low growl against my lips."Say it, Ava," he demanded, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Say you're mine."I blinked up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. "Orion, I-""Say it," he interrupted, his voice softening, but his eyes remained locked on mine, filled wi
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Ava’s POV“What?!” I shrieked.I felt sick inside, the sudden urge to throw up clouded my vision as I staggered toward the window for fresh air. What did this old fool just say? To marry him? To hell with my father and his stupid debt. I wanted to scream at this man so badly for even coming up with such an idea but I couldn't find the words. It was like my lips were sealed shut. “You don't even have a choice,” he added lazily, “Can you even take care of yourself not to mention your sister? You do know they are going to throw both of you out of the hospital by tomorrow morning right?” he said, stating the obvious. Those words put me on a spot that I dreaded since Mr Miller walked in with his proposal. But he was right. My shoulders slumped in defeat as I went closer to my sister and squeezed her hand reassuringly. “You don't have to do this Ava,” she cried, “You've done enough already, please.”I looked at my sister's tear streaked face and resolved to do whatsoever to save her.
Last Updated : 2025-02-20Reclaiming His Bride My Wedding Night
Ava's POVWhat am I supposed to do? What should I do?It is my wedding night and I’m expected to perform wife…duties. I haven’t done it before and in all my years, I’ve dreamt of having it first with someone I deeply loved. Not some old man.I paced around the room, still wearing the plain white dress Mr Miller got for me. My heart pounded loudly in my ears in panic.What if he gets in here and wants to actually have sex with me? I mean, I can’t stop him. I’m his wife.As the word wife left my lips. It became clearer. It dawned on me as if a bucket of cold water had just been dumped on me.I am really married to Mr Richard Miller? I’m now a Miller? It’s still better than having my father’s name with all the hardship that came with it.Just then, the door to the room was thrown open. Mr Miller stood in the doorway, his right hand, perched on his walking stick while the left was in his pocket. I got married to an old man? I still can’t get over it no matter how many times I try to come
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Reclaiming His Bride The Silent Threat
Ava’s POV The door clicked shut behind us as we entered our room, the tension from earlier still crackling in the air like a live wire. The conversation with Mason earlier was still replaying in my head.Orion, on the other hand, wasted no time. Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed against mine, fierce and demanding, his anger still simmering from Mason's intrusion.The kiss felt like he was trying to mark his territory, to remind me that he’s my husband, not mason.His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks with surprising tenderness as his kiss deepened. When he finally pulled back, his voice was a low growl against my lips."Say it, Ava," he demanded, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Say you're mine."I blinked up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. "Orion, I-""Say it," he interrupted, his voice softening, but his eyes remained locked on mine, filled wi
Reclaiming His Bride A Fragile Balance
Ava’s POVThe sunlight streaming through the restaurant’s glass walls painted an almost serene picture, but the tension at our table was anything but peaceful. I sat stiffly in my chair, trying to focus on the menu, yet my mind lingered on the figure walking toward us. Orion’s entire demeanor had shifted. Gone was the calm, teasing man who had been holding my hand a moment ago. In his place was someone cold and dangerous, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with warning.I turned my head slightly to get a better look at the approaching figure, but Orion’s hand clamped down on mine, his grip firm but not painful. “Don’t,” he murmured, his tone low and sharp.“Orion, who is—”“Not here,” he interrupted, his eyes never leaving the figure.My stomach knotted as Mason came into view, his confident stride carrying him toward us with an expression that was far too determined for my comfort.When he reached our table, the air thickened, almost suffocating in its weight. Mason’s eyes flickered be
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Chloe’s POVThe night felt endless, the heavy air of anticipation wrapping around me like a cloak. The man across the room stared at me with a knowing look, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the doorframe. He looked unimpressed, as if he could see right through me. “So, what’s your grand plan this time, Chloe?” His voice was calm, calculated, but laced with an undercurrent of frustration. I smirked, adjusting my coat as I prepared to leave. “You’ll see when it’s time. Just stay on standby.”“You’re about to make the same mistake again,” he said flatly, his eyes narrowing. “Charging in with no leash on your emotions, thinking you’re ten steps ahead, when really, you’re one misstep from falling off the cliff.” I paused, my hand on the doorknob, and turned to him slowly. “Then maybe you should stop watching me and start worrying about how you’re going to keep up.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t come crying again when your plans fail. You’re playing with fire, C
Reclaiming His Bride Pieces of a Perfect Plan
Chloe’s POVThe sound of glass shattering was deafening, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing could drown the fury boiling inside me. I hurled another vase against the wall, watching the shards explode like fireworks across the room. My breaths were ragged, my vision blurred with hot tears of rage. Fury bubbled beneath my skin, hot and relentless, consuming every inch of me as I let out a guttural scream. How had this gone so wrong?“How the fuck did this happen?” I screamed, grabbing a chair and slamming it onto the hardwood floor. “I had them! I had them right where I wanted, and now—” My voice broke as I kicked the fallen chair aside. I paced the room like a caged animal, my mind racing. Everything had been going so well. The scandal had started perfectly—a few whispers, a well-placed leak, Mrs Pricilla’s statement, and then the staged video. It was all so perfect. Ava and Orion were supposed to crumble, retreat into the shadows where they belonged. They were supposed to be the ones h
Reclaiming His Bride The Calm After the Storm
Ava’s POVThe car ride back to the penthouse was quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Orion held my hand as if afraid I’d disappear, his thumb brushing softly against my knuckles. His strong presence calmed me, yet the events at his mother’s mansion lingered in my mind. The venom in her words, the threats, and that haunting smile—it was like a storm waiting to break.We stepped into the elevator, and I finally broke the silence. “She’s unstable mentally. Do you think she’ll try something?”“She will,” Orion admitted without hesitation. His jaw tightened as he stared at the elevator doors. “But it won’t matter. She’s contained now. She’ll have no one left to manipulate.”His confidence should have been reassuring, but I couldn’t shake the unease coiling in my chest. Something about the way she looked at me from the window of her room—a mixture of hatred and certainty—made my skin crawl. I leaned into Orion, pressing my forehead against his arm. “She hates me.”He turned to
Reclaiming His Bride Taming the Chaos
Ava’s POV I turned to Orion, who looked both relieved and conflicted. “She actually did it,” he murmured, almost to himself. “She didn’t have a choice,” I replied, setting the phone down. Orion’s gaze softened as he looked at me. “You were brilliant, Ava. I don’t know how you do it.” I shrugged, trying to downplay the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. “Someone had to put her in her place.” Rose chuckled, but there was a hint of admiration in her tone. “Remind me never to get on your bad side, boss.” Despite the victory, a lingering unease settled over me. Chloe’s confession was public, but the fight wasn’t over. The video she posted earlier might be discredited, but her actions had set events in motion that couldn’t be undone.By going live, she had indirectly exposed herself. She really has something she’s hiding. What could that be? I guess I’ll have to call Joe to send me the security footage from the day I left the mansion up till when Rose sent Chloe out.I’ll
Reclaiming His Bride Bluff or Break
Ava’s POV The silence after my confession was deafening. Orion stared at me, a mix of disbelief and cautious admiration in his eyes. Rose, on the other hand, was visibly shocked.“You don’t have anything?” she repeated, her voice sharp. “Ava, this isn’t a game! You just threatened to expose Chloe with evidence that doesn’t even exist!”I leaned back in my seat, crossing my legs, my confidence unwavering. “Rose, the truth is irrelevant when you’re dealing with someone like Chloe. The moment I put her on the defensive, she starts unraveling. Did you hear her on the phone? She’s scared.”“Scared isn’t the same as beaten,” Rose countered, her arms crossed. “What if she calls your bluff?”I glanced at the clock on the wall, the ticking of the second hand louder than it should have been. “Then we think of another plan,” I said coolly. “But trust me, Rose, she won’t. People like Chloe thrive on control, and when you threaten to take it away, they crumble.”Orion stepped forward, his brows
Reclaiming His Bride Tick Tock, Chloe
Ava’s POVThe room felt alive with renewed energy as Orion’s pen scrawled furiously across the page. His excitement was contagious, igniting a glimmer of hope where despair had settled only moments before.“What is it?” I pressed, stepping closer to peer over his shoulder.He turned to face us, his grin wide but his voice steady, “I’ve been racking my brain about that night, about every detail. The shirt I wore is the key.”Rose tilted her head. “The shirt? How does that help?”Orion nodded, pacing now as his mind raced. “Yes. Think about it. The video that Chloe used to frame me shows a man wearing a blue shirt. But I distinctly remember wearing a gray shirt that night.”The room went still. I felt the gravity of his words settle in. Rose leaned forward, her brow furrowed. “If we can prove that detail—”“Then we prove the video was staged,” I interrupted, my voice shaking with realization. “Orion, where is the shirt?”He froze mid-step, his face lighting up. “It’s here. In this penth
Reclaiming His Bride Chloe’s Manipulation
Ava’s POVThe tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife as I leaned back in the plush leather chair, watching the video on Rose’s tablet play out in horrifying detail. Chloe’s staged theatrics were chillingly convincing. Her fake cries, her desperate appearance—it was all an elaborate performance. “She’s been planning this for awhile,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. “How did we let her slip through the cracks for so long?” Rose, standing stiffly beside Orion, cleared her throat. “It gets worse,” she said, her voice low but steady. “The breach in the company’s security last month? We’ve traced it back to the Jamesons. They’ve been pulling strings behind the scenes, and we have reasons to believe that Chloe’s part of their game.” I froze, my fingers gripping the armrests tightly. The Jamesons. Of course, it was them. “They’ve been working together all along?” I whispered, fury bubbling beneath the surface. “She’s their pawn. She wants revenge, and they
