Semua Bab Reclaiming His Bride: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Ava’s POVThe moment the door clicked shut, my knees gave out, and I sank onto the bed, my heart still racing in my chest. My head aches from the effects of the alcohol and Orion's loud outburst.I pressed my hand against my lips, as if I could erase the sensation of Mason’s kiss—or worse, the way Orion’s words still lingered in my mind.“You want me.”I shook my head, trying to push it all away. I didn’t know what to feel anymore. Orion infuriated me, terrified me, consumed me. And yet, when he looked at me like that—with that possessive fire burning in his eyes—I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.Tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t let him do this to me. I wouldn’t let him win. Whatever game Orion thought he was playing, I wasn’t a pawn. I wasn’t his to control.But deep down, in a place I didn’t want to acknowledge, I couldn’t deny the truth.I was afraid… not of him, but of myself.Because when Orion touched me—when he looked at me like I belonged

Orion’s POV“Take me to the office.” My voice was sharp, cutting through the silence of the car like a blade. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror and nodded, pulling away from the curb. I leaned back, resting my elbow against the window, fingers brushing my jaw. Last night played on repeat in my head, refusing to quiet down. I had lost it. Completely. Mason. The thought of his name alone sent a slow burn through my veins. If that bastard even thought of taking another step toward Ava—of breathing the same air as her—I’d make sure he learned a lesson he’d never forget. No one touched what was mine. Ava. My chest tightened, softening the sharp edge of my anger. How had it come to this? How had I fallen so damn hard for her? It was beyond logic, beyond anything I could explain. Her smile—when she actually allowed herself to let her guard down—lit up every dark corner of me. Her fire when she snapped back at me, the way she challenged me instead of cowering, o

Ava's POVI sat in my office chair, staring out at the city skyline as the morning sun glared through the glass panes. My mind, however, wasn’t on work. It drifted back to the confrontation earlier that morning, and I still couldn’t decide if I was more angry or disgusted. My father. I hadn’t heard from him in months—not since the hospital scene—but seeing him today was like reopening an old wound I’d tried so hard to close. I had been on my way into the office building when I spotted him standing by the building’s entrance with her—his new wife. He looked smug, as though he had the upper hand already. I almost turned and walked the other way, but something in me refused to back down. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here,” I’d said, my tone as icy as the chill in the air. “Is that any way to greet your father?” Mr. Rodriguez’s voice oozed false disappointment. He looked thinner than I remembered, but the gleam of manipulation in his eyes was all too familiar. Beside him, his

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

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