Semua Bab Reclaiming His Bride: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Ava’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window as my thoughts spiraled into different directions. My hands were clenched in my lap, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood.I wouldn’t cry. I refuse to cry. Why should I? He meant nothing to me.Orion didn’t deserve my tears.I would get my divorce. And I would make him regret ever thinking he could break me.I looked around the room, it had my things and his, perfectly arranged. I noticed the subtle renovation on my way up and how lovely the decorations were.It should have made me happy. Excited even. But knowing Orion, I could only wonder what the heck is going on in his goddamn mind this time. Why did he move our things here? Why are we still sharing the same bed?Could it be that they had changed their tactics? Maybe he intends to strangle me while I sleep and pass it off like I died in my sleep. Who knows?To hell with him anyway, I won’t be spending the night here. I looked outside and it was gett

Orion’s POVThe morning sun filtered into the room in a soft golden haze, its warmth teasing me awake. For a moment, I forgot where I was—until I felt her. Ava. Her small hand was draped across my chest, as though in sleep, she sought the same comfort I did. I froze, barely breathing, afraid of disturbing her. My gaze drifted to her face—serene, delicate, so painfully beautiful it made my chest ache. A stray strand of her auburn hair brushed against her cheek, and I had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach out and tuck it behind her ear. Everything about her ignited something raw inside me. Last night… God help me. What started as a need to keep her here—to stop her from slipping through my fingers again—had turned into something much darker. I’d lost control. My need for her, my hunger, had overtaken my reasoning. What if I scared her away? What if she looked at me now and saw nothing but a monster? The thought clawed at me, sharp and relentless. I’d gone too far, and ye

Ava’s POV The car ride back to the estate was tense, but definitely not for Orion. I sat back in the leather seat, my head tilted slightly as I gazed out the window. Orion sat rigid beside me, his jaw clenched as if he were waiting for me to explode, his hand resting tentatively on my thighs. The handcuffs still bound us, and when the chain tugged with his slightest movement, he smirked. He expected me to fume, to lash out, but I wasn’t giving him that satisfaction.I had agreed, even signed the damn papers just to get out of this absurd situation. But my dear husband left the keys at home. How convenient!I needed to put a distance between us. The closer I am to him, the more I crave him, and the more I fall into a reality I swore never to be in with him.How did I forget so easily that he poisoned Holly? That he arranged for me to be kidnapped? And what about Peter? How could my body betray me with these needs that I couldn’t refuse him?Just thinking about how good his hand felt

The car pulled up to the club’s entrance, its neon lights glowing vibrantly against the dark night. Ava exhaled slowly as she stepped out of the vehicle. The sound of music pulsed faintly through the building’s thick walls, like a heartbeat drawing her into the escape she sought. Before she could even take a step, Mason was at her side, moving as though he’d been waiting for this moment. His hand snaked gently around her waist, pulling her closer with a casual confidence that felt too familiar. For a brief moment, Ava’s body tensed. It wasn’t Orion’s hand. The realization struck her like a whisper against her mind—unwelcome but undeniable. Mason’s touch was comforting, sure, but it lacked the possessiveness, the fire that Orion always carried. The one that got her all wet and crazy. She shook the thought off almost instantly. Why can’t I have fun too? she reminded herself. Orion certainly is.“You look stunning,” Mason said, leaning in close enough that his voice was audible ove

Orion’s POVI bent her over the bed and pulled her dress up, grabbing her waist firmly and grinding it against me. She struggled in my arms as I tried to pull down my pants, her breath shaky, her stubborn eyes glaring up at me like I was the monster she believed I was. Maybe she was right. I felt like a beast, my control unraveling by the second as her words echoed in my mind.“I’m not yours. I’ll never be yours.”The way she pushed against me—like my touch was poison—only fueled the fire burning inside me. My chest heaved, and for a moment, I couldn’t recognize myself. My instincts were sharper, darker, as if something wild was clawing its way to the surface.“You don’t get to say that,” I growled slowly, my voice raw and dangerous. “Not after what I saw.”Her glare didn’t falter. “What you saw? That kiss? You don’t own me, Orion! You never will so let go of me!”Her words struck me like a whip, sharp and cruel. I knew I was losing her—if I’d ever had her to begin with. But the thou