Semua Bab Reclaiming His Bride: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Ashley’s hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel as she drove back to her apartment, her mind racing with rage and betrayal. Mason thought he could walk away from her, leave her in the dust like she was nothing. He was wrong. Dead wrong. If she couldn’t have him, no one else would. The thought simmered in her head like a dangerous promise.Her mind drifted back to the bossy-looking woman she had seen with Mason at the bar that day—Chloe. Ashley recalled how, just before the woman had disappeared into a sleek black car, she had slipped a card into her hand, her red-painted lips curling into a knowing smile. ‘Call me if you ever need a little help,’ Chloe had said.Ashley hadn’t thought much of it then. But now? Now she was desperate enough to take Chloe up on her offer. She yanked her phone out of her purse and dialed the number. After three rings, a breathy voice answered.“Chloe speaking,” the woman purred, her tone thick with amusement, as though she’d been expecting the ca

Ava’s POV The door shut behind us with a loud thud followed by the sound of the door being locked.I wanted to scream. To ask him what he was doing in my room, but my body craved a different scene.My back hit the door as the strangers lips covered mine once more, I couldn't think—wasn’t thinking. I felt like my body had been set on fire and I needed the fire to quench immediately.I felt myself floating as the stranger lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my legs around him like a moron.I felt so hot, I wanted the dress off me. My back hit something soft, the bed? Or perhaps the cloud, I didn't know. I didn’t care.The pressure between my legs was unbearable and the fabric of my dress against my skin felt like a chain stopping me from breathing. I wanted it off.“Take it off," I whispered to the stranger, my back arching at the tremor that went through my body. The stranger grunted in response but instead of taking off my dress I heard the tearing of fabric before his lips covered

Ava’s POV The walls of the room felt as though they were closing in on me. Every shadow seemed to mock me, every creak of the floorboards a whisper of my shame. The ringing of my phone broke the silence, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer it. Not now. Not when my world was crumbling.I forced myself out of the bathtub, my skin wrinkled and red from soaking too long. Wrapping a towel around me, I stared at my reflection in the fogged-up mirror. My eyes were swollen, my face pale. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me. "You can't fall apart," I muttered to myself, gripping the sink with trembling hands. "Not now." The room seemed to echo with its emptiness, amplifying the weight in my chest. The walls weren’t just closing in anymore—they were suffocating me. Every breath I took felt like it burned. My phone buzzed, breaking the stifling silence. At first, I ignored it, too drained to face anything or anyone. But when it kept ringing, something in me forced my hand

Ava’s POVThe night dragged on as Mason worked tirelessly. His phone buzzed endlessly with calls, his sharp voice commanding yet calm, as he orchestrated a plan to salvage what was left of my reputation. Watching him, I was struck by his ability to keep a level head despite the chaos. It was something I desperately wished I could emulate.I sat on the couch, hugging my knees to my chest as I watched him pace the room, cufflinks clutched in one hand while his phone was glued to the other. His movements were quick, efficient, like a man used to operating in high-stakes situations. And maybe he was—Mason had always been the fixer, the protector. He had a way of making everything seem manageable, even when it wasn’t.“Mason,” I called softly, breaking his concentration. He paused mid-stride and turned to face me, his brow furrowed.“What is it, Ava?” he asked, his voice gentler now.I hesitated, not sure how to put my thoughts into words. “Do you really think we can fix this? I mean, this

Orion’s POVThe figure stood across the road, his sharp, unmistakable silhouette striking against the mid-morning sun. My pulse raced, and rage surged through me as recognition set in. Him.The man I’d been hunting for so long—the man whose actions had destroyed so much of my life—stood there, calm as ever, watching me like a predator assessing its prey. My fists clenched at my sides as the years of suppressed anger bubbled to the surface. The crowd shifted around us, people brushing past like ghosts as the world narrowed to just him and me. His lips curled into a smirk, a taunt that sent fury coursing through my veins. Why now? Why here? Every bitter memory of that day came rushing back. If he and his goons hadn’t beaten me to a bloody pulp and left me to die, I would have made it to my wedding. Ava wouldn’t have had to endure years of torment, and maybe—just maybe—my life wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. And then there was Chloe… I shook the thought away, my jaw tighteni