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2025-03-21 12:50:01
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Reclaiming His Bride Chloe’s Next Move
Chloe’s POV Orion left without so much as a backward glance, ignoring my desperate plea. My heart clenched, and a deep, hot jealousy burned through me. I had begged him not to go. I had told him I was scared, but he hadn’t cared. And for what? To chase after Ava. The realization was humiliating, but humiliation wasn’t something I wore well. Fury suited me better. Mrs Miller’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Chloe, dear, are you all right?” I let out a shaky breath, blinking back tears that weren’t entirely fake. “I—I’m sorry. It’s just… everything’s becoming too much.” My voice cracked, and I made sure to sound as pitiful as possible. She immediately leaned forward, her face etched with concern. “What do you mean, my dear?” I hesitated, carefully crafting my response. “It’s Ava.” I lowered my head, letting my voice tremble. “She’s ruining everything, Mrs Miller. I don’t know how much more I can take.” Mrs Miller's lips pressed into a thin line, her posture stiffening
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-22Reclaiming His Bride Caught in the Act
Chloe’s POVThe next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming my skin as I stretched lazily in bed. A satisfied smirk tugged at my lips as I reminisced about last night. The heat, the desperation—it was everything I needed and more. But pleasure wasn’t the only thing that kept my mind spinning. I turned over, expecting to find him still beside me, but the sheets were cold and empty. Typical. He was never one for lingering, and honestly, I preferred it that way. Less attachment, fewer complications. Reaching for my phone, I scrolled through my gallery until I found the subtle picture I’d taken in the heat of the moment last night—just his muscular arm wrapped possessively around my neck, his identity hidden. Perfect. With a wicked grin, I forwarded the photo to Ava with a single caption: *He’s still mine.* The message sent, and I tossed my phone onto the nightstand, reveling in the chaos I knew would follow. Ava didn’t deserve him, and if she thought for a second
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-22Reclaiming His Bride Complications
Orion's POVI woke with a jolt, my heart still hammering from the heated, chaotic rush of last night. The sheets beside me were empty, and I quickly scanned the room, only to find it completely still. My breath caught in my throat as panic hit me like a wave.Where is she?I shot out of bed, barely able to focus as I fumbled with my shirt, my mind racing. Ava. She couldn’t have just—she couldn’t have left. I had to make sure everything was okay. I threw my shirt on, haphazardly buttoning it, my mind spinning as I fastened my belt. I grabbed my phone, dialing her number urgently, but the line went straight to voicemail. I cursed under my breath, dialing again. Same result. My pulse quickened. What did I have to do for her to really see me? To understand what I was trying to do?I couldn’t sit there and wait as panic clawed at my chest. I stormed out of the office, making my way down the corridor and straight to the entrance. “Where is Mrs Miller?” I demanded, my voice sharp with worry
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-22Reclaiming His Bride The Lie
Orion's POV I stood there, my hand hovering over the door handle, my mind racing. The voice had caught me off guard. I cleared my throat, stepping into the room, my presence undeniable. Chloe turned to face me, the tension thick in the air. Her face was a mask of unease as she tried to say something but decided at the last minute to keep quiet.My mother's condition had rattled me. Seeing her like that made me feel like an inadequate son. Why didn't she just stay at her own mansion where she had servants at her beck and call?I stared at Chloe, my voice cold and controlled as I tried to focus on one of the reasons I had to come back as quickly as I could. “I’ll ask you this only one time, Chloe. Did you send any message or phone call or anything at all to my wife?”“Your wife?” She spat angrily.“Don’t make me ask again, Chloe.”Chloe blinked rapidly, her façade cracking for a moment. She hesitated, but I could see the way her eyes darted, the nervous flicker of guilt. She knew so
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-22Reclaiming His Bride His Silence
Ava I stood frozen in the hallway, every word echoing in my mind. Chloe’s voice, thick with emotion, and Orion’s responses, calm and measured, struck me like shards of glass. “I’m not leaving you for Ava.” The weight of those words felt like a dagger. It wasn’t just what he said; it was the certainty in his tone, the way he tried to comfort her while I stood here, invisible. I had been naïve—thinking I could be more to him than a placeholder. The reality was clear now. I was nothing more than a name on paper to Orion. This just confirmed the photo Chloe sent to me earlier. I had my doubts because he was with me all through the night. But then I remembered. He left after our first argument and came back drunk. What if that period of time was all it took to get straight into her bed? I feel like such a big loser. I turned away before Orion could make up a silly excuse, my legs carrying me to my room at the west wing with a speed I didn’t think possible. My heart raced, bu
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-22Reclaiming His Bride Running from Orion
Ava’s POVThe walls of this house, once a cold and indifferent prison, now felt alive with mocking whispers. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to taunt me, echoing with memories I desperately wanted to erase. I needed to escape—not just from Orion and his relentless web of manipulation, but from the version of myself I had become under his shadow. How did I get entangled in this mess? I had my shit together all these while, but all it took was a few nights together with Orion, and suddenly I thought that we could have a happy ending? My feet carried me down the grand staircase, my hand grazing the ornate railing. Each step I took felt heavier, laden with the weight of this morning’s betrayal. Orion and his mistress—again. How many times would I allow myself to be their pawn, their fool? At the bottom of the stairs, I paused, looking back with a longing I didn’t welcome. My eyes instinctively darted to the east wing, to the bedroom we shared. Would he come after me? Would he c
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-24Reclaiming His Bride The Chase
Ava’s POV The tires screeched as Joe swerved to keep control of the car. My heart pounded so hard it drowned out everything else—the hum of the engine, Joe’s muttered curses, even the rumble of the pursuing SUV’s engine. I twisted in my seat, craning my neck to look out the rear window. The black SUV was closing in, its headlights glaring like twin predators hunting in the night. My stomach churned as a sliver of memory clawed its way into my mind. The night I was kidnapped. When Joe had pulled the car around, I had seen a familiar figure—sitting at the passenger’s seat of the SUV. The person was dressed in all black, with a nose mask concealing most of his face and a cap pulled low over his eyes. I thought I’d imagined him. And maybe I did. My throat tightened. There was something about him—his posture, the way his head had tilted ever so slightly when he saw me—that felt hauntingly familiar. My skin crawled as I replayed the scene of the kidnap in my mind. It couldn’t be.
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-24Reclaiming His Bride Saved by a Stranger
Ava’s POVThe forest closed in around me, the branches overhead weaving into a dense canopy that blotted out the moonlight. My chest burned as I pushed forward, each step carrying me deeper into the dark, unfamiliar terrain. The faint sounds of the struggle behind me faded with every frantic heartbeat, but my mind refused to let go of the image of Joe standing there, ready to face them alone. I had to keep moving. I couldn’t let his sacrifice be in vain. The forest floor was uneven, littered with roots and rocks that threatened to trip me with every step. My breath came in shallow gasps, my lungs struggling to keep pace with my fear. I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see those masked men closing in, but the shadows were empty. For now. Don’t stop. Don’t think. Just run.The words repeated in my head like a mantra, drowning out the memories that clawed at the edges of my consciousness. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the image of that man—the one I
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-24
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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
