All Chapters of My stunning bride: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Arianna “We have a breach inside the Merge.” The moment Teacher said those words, the atmosphere around me changed completely. The soft warmth from the greenhouse disappeared. The peaceful quiet vanished. Even the air suddenly felt colder. Aiden’s hand immediately settled against my waist, instinctive and protective, while my pulse kicked hard against my ribs. “What happened?” I asked quickly. Teacher’s voice remained calm through the necklace communication system, but I was beginning to understand something terrifying about him. The calmer he sounded— The worse the situation usually was. “We need a secured channel immediately,” he said. Aiden was already moving before I answered. “Inside,” he instructed quietly. We returned to the house quickly, both of us silent now. My thoughts were racing too fast for conversation anyway. A breach. Inside the Merge. I barely even understood the organization fully yet, and somehow things were already falling apart around me. Aide

AriannaThe house felt quieter after the call ended.Not peaceful quiet.The kind that follows something unresolved.Something unfinished.Something wrong.Teacher’s last expression still lingered in my mind like a shadow that refused to move away properly.Not anger.Not fear.Just… absence.Like he had stopped revealing himself for a second too long.I sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the darkened screen where the Merge connection had disappeared.Aiden was already moving.Of course he was.He never stayed still when something didn’t make sense.His laptop was open again within seconds, fingers flying across encrypted systems I couldn’t even begin to read fully yet.“You saw it too,” I said quietly.Aiden didn’t look up.“Yes.”“That hesitation.”“Yes.”I frowned slightly.“That wasn’t normal for him.”Aiden paused briefly before responding.“Nothing about him has ever been fully normal.”That didn’t make me feel better.If anything, it made it worse.Because Aiden wasn’t th

AidenI didn’t like calls like this.Not because they were difficult.Because they were necessary.I sat in the car, a few meters away from Arianna, watching the press shift like a living organism around Mrs. Young’s performance. Cameras pushed forward again and again, hungry for reaction.But I wasn’t watching them.I was calculating.And I was done waiting.I stepped aside, opened a secured line, and dialed her father directly.He answered on the third ring.“Aiden?”His voice was controlled. Too controlled.That meant he already knew something was wrong.“I’m not going to waste time,” I said.A pause.“Is she okay?”“She’s standing,” I replied. “For now.”That silence hit differently.“She’s at the university?” he asked sharply.“Yes.”Another pause.“I tried to contain this,” he added. “The media situation—”“You didn’t contain it,” I cut in. “You delayed it.”Silence again.Then his voice tightened.“What are you suggesting?”I looked back at Arianna.She was still standing in fr

Arianna The house didn’t feel like home when I walked in. It felt like a place that had survived something. Too much had happened in too little time, and the silence that followed didn’t soften it—it only made everything louder inside my head. Aiden closed the door behind us without a word. I get safe now. Secure. It was quiet, not noisy like the world outside. Aiden had built this place like he was sealing the world outside. I stood there for a moment, still feeling the echo of cameras, voices, my father’s hand pulling me away from chaos that had almost swallowed me whole. My fingers were still slightly cold. Not from weather. From adrenaline that hadn’t fully left my system yet. Aiden noticed immediately. He always noticed. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly. “I’m not.” He raised an eyebrow slightly. “You are.” I exhaled slowly. “I’m stabilizing.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It is if you say it confidently enough.” That earned the faintest shift in his express

Arianna The world doesn’t change all at once. It shifts in fragments. Like broken glass slowly rearranging itself into a different picture. That morning, I woke up to the sound of Aiden’s phone vibrating against the bedside table. Once. Twice. Then silence. He didn’t pick it up immediately. That alone told me everything. Aiden rarely ignored calls unless he already knew what they contained. I opened my eyes slowly. He was already sitting up. Fully dressed. Focused. That level of calm usually meant something was already moving outside our control. “What happened?” I asked quietly. He didn’t look at me yet. “Nothing we didn’t expect.” “That’s never reassuring.” He finally glanced at me. “You’re trending globally.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” He held out his phone. I took it slowly. The screen was already open. Headlines. Videos. Clips. My face. Frozen mid-sentence at the university confrontation. Mrs. Young’s voice distorted in outrage beside it. And then—