All Chapters of Reclaiming His Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Orion’s POVThe figure holding her was draped entirely in black—gloves, boots, even a mask covering their face. Only their eyes were visible, cold and emotionless as they bore into me. Ava squirmed, her breathing uneven, her panic barely contained. A thin line of blood trailed down her neck where the blade pressed too hard against her skin. “Let her go.” My voice was low, steady despite the storm of rage and fear roaring through me. “You don’t want to do this.” The masked intruder tilted his head slightly, almost as if he were amused. He didn’t say a word. Ava’s wide eyes met mine, pleading silently. “Stay where you are,” he finally said, his voice distorted, unnaturally deep. He gestured with the knife, pressing it closer. Ava flinched, a small whimper escaping her lips. “One move, and I’ll cut her. I mean it.” I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists at my sides. My muscles screamed to act, to do something, but one wrong move and he could... I couldn’t finish the thoug

Chloe’s POVOrion’s eyes bore into me, his grip tightening around the handkerchief. The room seemed to shrink, the air thinning as the weight of his suspicion pressed on my chest. I couldn’t falter. Not now. I let out a shaky breath, forcing my expression into one of confusion and fragile vulnerability. “I don’t know how it got there, Orion.” My voice wavered, soft and full of hurt. “But you know I’ve had that handkerchief forever. You’ve seen me with it.” His stare remained cold and calculating, his jaw tense. “So how did it end up outside?” I swallowed hard and turned away slightly, as if trying to gather my composure. Let him see me struggling, let him doubt his anger. Then I turned back, letting my gaze meet his with a mix of sadness and frustration. “Because I left it in the laundry room yesterday.” I emphasized the last words, my tone rising just enough to sound defensive. “Orion, think. It’s been laundry day all week. I probably tossed it in there with the rest of my cl

Ava’s POVOrion. The sight of him was a punch to the gut as I flinched back. My body recoiled before my mind even caught up, the nausea hitting me in waves. He crouched before me, his dark jacket heavy on my trembling shoulders as though he were some knight in shining armor. But I knew the truth. The shock of seeing him here, playing the savior, was like a cruel twist of fate. Did he think this would wash away his sins? That his face would be the first thing I’d see and I’d thank him? I couldn’t hide the disgust curling my lips. The tears streaking down my cheeks burned hotter, this time not from fear but fury. How dare he. How dare he appear before me after orchestrating this nightmare. I wrenched myself free from his hold. His jacket slipped off my shoulders, pooling on the dirt floor beneath me. “Don’t touch me!” My voice, though hoarse, cut through the commotion. Orion’s face flickered with something—surprise? Guilt? I didn’t care to figure it out. I staggered backwa

Ava's POVMy heart pounded violently as I bolted upright, gasping for air. The scream that tore through me was still caught in my throat, and the memory of the shadowy figure lingered like a dark smudge in my mind. "Ava!" Rose’s voice jolted me further. I turned to find her gripping my shoulders, her face pale with worry. “You’re okay. Ava, breathe!” I blinked rapidly, my chest heaving. My surroundings started to come back into focus—the sterile hospital room, the faint sunlight streaming through the window, and Rose, staring at me like I’d just shattered. “It’s just a dream,” she whispered softly, brushing my hair back from my damp forehead. Just a dream. I exhaled sharply, my body still trembling. My eyes flickered to the clock on the wall—it was morning. How long had I been trapped in that nightmare? I drew my knees to my chest and hugged them tightly, the weight of reality settling on my shoulders. Memories of my kidnapping flashed through my mind like shards of glass—

Orion’s POVI stared at Ava, her words still echoing in my head like a cruel joke. A divorce? I couldn’t even wrap my mind around it. This wasn’t happening again. It couldn’t be happening. Ava was mine, and no piece of paper would change that.The fact that she wants to leave me so badly, fueled my unreasonable determination to keep her.She crossed her arms, her gaze steady and unforgiving. “I’ll have everything worked out by next week,” she said, her voice cold, devoid of any warmth. “The lawyers will draft the papers. All you have to do is sign them.”A bitter laugh escaped me, sharp and cutting. “You think I’m going to let you walk away? Just like that?”“Yes,” she said simply, her confidence like a slap to my face. “I expect you to cooperate, Orion. This is pointless. We weren’t meant to work in the first place—I just refused to see it.”I took a step closer, my chest heaving with the weight of my emotions that surprised me. “You are my wife,” I said, my voice low and dangerous.