All Chapters of Rejected : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ariane’s POV Meanwhile, Zoya sat beside me, still looking worried. "Mom, will Grandma be okay while drawing? She looks very tired." I nodded, trying to reassure my sister. "Grandma just needs a little time to rest. Drawing can be a good way to help her feel better. We can all help." Zara had started drawing, creating her imaginary world on paper. She drew bright-colored flowers and a blue sky, occasionally glancing at her grandmother. "Grandma, look! This is the flower I made. Do you like it?" My mother smiled, although her smile seemed a bit forced. "It's very beautiful, Zara. You have an extraordinary talent. One day, you'll be a great artist." Zara beamed with pride at her grandmother's praise. "I want to draw Grandma too! Can I?" "Of course, dear. But I might not look as beautiful as those flowers," my mother replied, laughing softly. I felt warmth seeing their interaction. Altho

Ariane’s POV "Good morning, Mark!" I greeted my husband, who was also getting ready to leave for work. He smiled and said goodbye before stepping out with his heart full of excitement for cooking at the restaurant. Although I knew my cooking wasn't as good as his, being a skilled chef.As we all sat together at the table, we began to enjoy breakfast while joking and sharing stories. Besides strengthening our bonds, this moment also became a special time to share happiness before going about our activities."Let's pray for a smooth day today!" I said before we started eating, and my daughters nodded enthusiastically. We raised our glasses of milk, ready to start a new day.After my twin daughters, Zara and Zoya, left for school with Mark, who was also heading to the restaurant, it was just my mother and me at home. We had just cleared the dining table, and the morning atmosphere felt calm, despite a slight tension lingering in our relationship.

Ariane’s POV As the fire was finally extinguished, we could only stand there, staring at the rubble that remained. Smoke still billowed, and the smell of burnt wood filled the air. I tried to remember all the beautiful memories we had there—family dinners, birthday celebrations, and nights spent sharing stories. All of it now felt like a distant dream.After the fire that consumed my house was put out, the atmosphere around me felt empty. Smoke still curled among the ruins, and the acrid smell stung my nose. I stood there, gazing at the remnants of a life that once was. The house was not just a structure; it was a place where many memories were etched—laughing, crying, and sharing. But now, all that remained were memories.With a heavy heart, I decided to take my twin daughters, my always-ready husband Mark, and my elderly mother to my old apartment. Although small, I felt that place would be enough for the five of us. We would make the most of the two rooms a

Ariane’s POV Mark paused for a moment, looking deeply into my eyes. “You don’t need to feel that way. I love you just as you are. If something is wrong, we can face it together.”His words warmed my heart, but doubts still clouded my mind. “But what if I can’t meet your expectations? What if I can’t be a good wife?”Mark took my hand, holding it tightly. “We are a team. We complement each other. Never feel alone in this. We can get through anything together.”Tears welled up in my eyes. “I just want us to be closer, Mark. I want us to share everything, not just the good things.”He nodded, his face serious. “I promise to try harder. We can set aside time to talk more often, to listen to each other. I don’t want you to feel alone.”We talked late into the night, sharing stories and feelings that had long been buried. Slowly, the walls between us began to crumble. I felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

Ariane’s POVThey resembled wolves but had human bodies. “Let me go!” I cried, but unfortunately, they didn’t listen and took me to prison. How shocked I was to find that it was Leon, my ex-husband, who had done all this to me. Mark, my husband, would certainly be worried about me right now.I woke up in darkness, the cold walls surrounding me sending chills down my spine. The rumbling sounds outside my cell reminded me of my father, the late King Alpha. The memory of our last meeting was still fresh in my mind, when he hugged me and promised to always protect me. But now he was gone, and I was trapped in a worse situation.“Leon,” I whispered, the name of my former husband who had now become an enemy. He was someone I once loved, but now he was the traitor who had betrayed my family. Why was he doing this? Why had he brought me here?I tried to struggle, but the bindings on my hands were too tight. Footsteps approached, and the cell door creaked open.