All Chapters of My stunning bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I knew she didn’t leave willingly. Something felt wrong. That was the first conclusion I reached the moment I confirmed her absence. Arianna was gone from the house, but nothing about her disappearance felt voluntary. There was no message, no warning, no trace of intention in the way she usually moved through spaces. It was too clean, too sudden, too wrong. And I did not like things that didn’t make sense. I stood in the middle of her room for a long time, staring at the untouched bed, the faint scent of her shampoo still lingering in the air. Everything about the space still carried her presence, but she was no longer inside it. That contradiction alone irritated me more than it should have. “Report,” I said finally. My assistant stepped in immediately. “Young master, we’ve checked the gate logs. She left voluntarily around 3:40 p.m. with no escort.” I turned slightly. “Voluntarily,” I repeated. “Yes, sir.” I exhaled slowly through my nose. That was the vers

Aiden's POV Courtney always assumed she had leverage. That was her first mistake. I had been kind towards solely because of my mother, but she probably thought it was because I intended to marry her. She was clearly mistaken. I sat in my office long after Arianna had been taken home, staring at the file my assistant placed on my desk. It wasn’t thick, but it didn’t need to be. Everything inside it was already enough to end multiple lives in multiple ways. Courtney Yates. Her father’s company looked clean on the surface. Too clean. The kind of clean that only existed when dirt was buried deeply enough to never see daylight again. I flipped the page once. Then stopped. Illegal import channels. Unregistered offshore accounts. And something more interesting. A younger brother. Not listed in public records. Not acknowledged by the family. But well known in the wrong circles. Underworld connections. I leaned back slightly in my chair. So that was her safety net. Family pow

Aiden’s POVThe drive back to the house was unusually quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence filled with thoughts neither of us was ready to voice. Arianna sat beside me, her hands folded neatly on her lap as she stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. She hadn’t spoken since we left Chloe’s place, and I hadn’t pushed her to.Still, I was aware of her.More aware than I should have been.Every small shift, every breath, every subtle movement didn’t escape my notice. She looked composed, but I could see through it. She was trying to hold herself together, trying to act like everything was fine when it clearly wasn’t.“Are you still afraid?” I asked suddenly.She turned slightly, caught off guard by my voice. “Afraid of what?”“This,” I said calmly. “Everything that’s happening.”She hesitated before looking away again. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “It feels like I stepped into something I don’t understand.”Her honesty lingered longer

Arianna's Pov The room felt smaller than it had a moment ago.Maybe it was just me.Aiden still stood near the door, not moving closer, not pressuring me, but his presence alone made it difficult to think clearly. I had asked for answers, yet now that I was finally about to get them, my courage felt like it was slowly dissolving.I swallowed lightly. “That night… when I first met you.”His eyes narrowed slightly, as if already understanding where I was going.I forced myself to continue anyway. “You got injured. You helped me. And then everything after that… it doesn’t make sense in my head anymore.”Silence stretched between us.I hated how loud it felt.“You said you’d answer honestly,” I reminded him softly.Aiden exhaled through his nose, stepping further into the room for the first time since entering. Not close enough to overwhelm me, but close enough that I had no choice but to fully face him now.“I will,” he said.My fingers tightened slightly. “Then tell me… do you remember

Aiden’s POV The news didn’t reach me in fragments. It hit all at once. My secretary Mr Marcus didn’t even knock properly before entering the office, which was already enough to tell me something had gone wrong. I looked up slowly from my desk, expression calm, but the moment I saw his face, I knew this wasn’t a minor issue. “Speak,” I said. He hesitated. “Young master… the story is out.” I didn’t move. Not immediately. Because “the story” could mean many things in my world. But the way he said it—careful, tense, slightly reluctant—already narrowed it down. I leaned back in my chair slowly. “Which story?” He swallowed. “The contract marriage.” Silence. The room didn’t change, but the atmosphere did. My gaze dropped to the tablet he was holding. I didn’t need to take it from him to know what was on it. The headlines were already predictable. He still placed it on my desk anyway. I looked. “HEIRESS IN CONTRACT MARRIAGE SCANDAL WITH BUSINESS HEIR.” Another article beneath