Semua Bab Reclaiming His Bride: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Ava’s POVI strode out of the conference room, leaving the chaos behind me. The echo of Pricilla’s shrill outrage and Orion’s stunned silence still echoed in my ears, but I didn’t look back. Each step I took down the corridor was deliberate, a reminder to myself that I was in control. I could feel the eyes of the employees on me, sensing the storm that had just passed through. Good. Let them watch. Let them wonder.I reached the elevator, pressing the button with more force than necessary. The doors slid open, and I stepped inside, the quiet hum of the machinery a stark contrast to the battle I’d just walked out of. As the doors closed, I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My fingers tremble slightly, not with fear, but with the residual adrenaline coursing through my veins.Orion. Pricilla. Even Chloe. They had no idea who they were up against.The elevator descended, and I tried to push the memory of Orion’s furious eyes out of my mind. The way he’d grabbed me, the

Ava’s POVAfter what felt like an eternity, Rose finally burst through the door, clutching her tablet like it was the last thing connecting her to reality. Her usually composed face was flushed, eyes wide with urgency.“What the hell took you so long, Rose?” My voice was sharper than I intended, impatience clawing at my throat.She barely managed to catch her breath. “I— I ran into some issues with the legal team about the Mr. Connor’s deal. He insists that he wants to have a meeting with you directly, so I scheduled a meeting for tomorrow. But, Ava… you’re not gonna believe what I found.”I barely heard her. My mind was spiraling, thoughts tangling into a chaotic web. How could this be happening? Was this even real?“Ava?” Rose’s voice cut through my fog, sharp and worried. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Is everything alright? What name did you see? Who else is involved?”I swallowed hard, the word almost sticking to my tongue. It can’t be. But it is. How? “Celia. Celia Sanders.

Orion’s POVI left Ava at the office, her accusations still echoing in my head. I know she hates me, but would she really stoop so low as to poison Holly just to make me look like the villain? No. That doesn’t sound like her. Ava might despise me, but she wouldn’t put her sister in danger… would she? Still, something didn’t sit right. If it wasn’t her, then who? Chloe? Doubtful. Chloe thrives on chaos, sure, but if she wanted to mess with me, she’d let me know to my face. This felt sneakier, underhanded. Maybe one of the maids? Anger simmered beneath the surface as I drove home. Whoever did this wanted me to take the fall. Someone was playing games, and I wasn’t about to let them win. When I got to the mansion, it felt eerily quiet. No Peter lounging around in the living room, no usual chatter from the staff. I glanced around, but nothing seemed out of place. Maybe Peter had gone back to the office. I headed straight for the kitchen and found one of the maids unpacking grocerie

Ava’s POVI stayed on the floor, my hand pressed to my throat, each ragged breath burning in my lungs. My ears were ringing from his words, the promise of death echoing louder than the vase shattering across the room. For a second, I couldn’t move. Not out of fear, but from the realization of just how far Orion had fallen. Or maybe, how blind I’d been all along.He was a monster. Slowly, I forced myself to stand, my legs shaky beneath me. I wiped at the tears streaking my face, hating how weak I must’ve looked, how much satisfaction that would’ve given him. “The only way out of this is till death do us part.”The words replayed in my head, each one heavier than the last. For so long, I’d tried to find the man beneath the arrogance, beneath the cold exterior. I’d searched for the broken pieces of him, thinking maybe—just maybe—I could put him back together. But there was nothing to fix. The darkness I saw tonight was the truth of who Orion Miller really was. And now I needed to

Ava’s POV I was right! Orion did bring Peter into my life to taunt me. The sick bastard.Chloe’s eyes glittered with malice. “Oh, you haven’t figured that out yet? How does it feel, Ava?” she taunted, leaning closer. “Seeing the same person who haunted you as a little girl standing right in your living room? Maybe Orion’s finally found the perfect way to remind you where you belong: under his thumb, right next to your nightmares.” The words hit like a strike to my chest, but I didn’t let her see it. My nails bit into my palms as I forced my face into an impassive mask. “Peter doesn’t scare me anymore,” I said coldly. “And neither do you.” “Keep telling yourself that,” she sneered. “But you’re on borrowed time. Orion’s patience with you has already run out.” I took a step closer, forcing her to meet my gaze. “And yet, it’s you who came crawling into my room. You, who’s been scrambling for his attention like a desperate pet.” I smiled faintly. “You’ll never be more than his shado