Todos os capítulos de Escaping From My Ruthless Husband: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Mauve,I lay still on the bed, feeling the coarse fabric of the sheets beneath my skin, my silver hair spilling across the rough surface like a pale river frozen in time. The chamber was dim and cold, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the stone walls, wrapping me in a solitude I had come to expect, yet still found suffocating. Every breath I took felt heavy, burdened with memories and fears I couldn’t shake. I closed my eyes, willing the ache in my chest to fade, but it lingered stubbornly. The Hidden Valley was a world away from the chaos I’d left behind—ancient, mysterious, wrapped in fog and secrets. But no matter how far I ran, the ghosts of my past clung to me like a second skin. A soft knock at the door startled me. My heart skipped, then hammered against my ribs. Who could it be? I wasn’t expecting anyone. The door creaked open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. An elderly woman, her hair a wash of silver streaked with white, stepped inside with th

I woke up to the faint gray light filtering through the heavy curtains. For a moment, I lay still, trying to piece together where I was, what had happened last night. The haze in my mind slowly cleared, replaced by the dull ache of exhaustion and the prickling weight of uncertainty. I blinked against the soft dawn and sat up carefully. The bed was grand but unfamiliar, draped in dark linens that felt almost oppressive in the early morning. A quiet stillness hung in the air, broken only by distant sounds echoing through the ancient stone walls of this place — the Dark Wolf Pack’s stronghold. It was an ancient fortress carved from cold stone and gnarled timber, the kind of place that held stories older than I could imagine. Shadows clung to its corners like secrets, and every creak seemed to whisper warnings. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the chill of the floor beneath my feet. I hoped Alessandro and Marcus would have left by now. After everything, I had e

"So, you drugged them?" Luna Valarie burst into laughter the moment the healer finished explaining that Alessandro and Marcus weren’t drunk from alcohol—but from a sleeping poison, a tranquil substance designed to sedate even the most stubborn wolves.Her laughter was sharp, almost disbelieving, as she leaned back against the wrought iron bench beneath the garden’s wooden pergola. The roses above us trembled with the breeze, and the sun cast fractured beams of gold on her silver hair.I chewed on my taco, shrugging with calm detachment. "I want to sever my ties with them. Although Alpha Alessandro doesn’t matter to me—except for the baby growing inside—Marcus seems to be genuine about taking care of me. Still, I want those unwanted strings cut off. My family is a net I never chose.""You’re so calm about this!" Luna Valarie blinked between chuckles, her laughter fading into a breathy sigh. "Are you sure? What if you regret it later?""Regret?" The word made me laugh. Not a joyful laug

Mauve,I scanned myself in the mirror—twice. Not because I doubted what I saw, but because I barely recognized the reflection staring back.The hair had grown longer, sleeker, and held a faint shimmer that hadn’t been there before, like strands touched by moonlight. My posture was straighter, the softness in my gaze now replaced with sharp clarity. My hearing was heightened—I could hear the conversation of birds outside the window clearly—and my sight had grown unnervingly precise. I saw everything, every freckle, every thread of fabric. It was almost… overwhelming.“Not bad,” I muttered, narrowing my eyes as I tilted my head, examining myself with mild curiosity. “Now I definitely look like a member of the Paleframe bloodline.”“Sound like you don’t like that,” Neva whispered inside my head, her voice clear and confident. The sheer strength in her tone pulsed through my bones like a rhythm I couldn’t ignore. She wasn’t a shadow anymore. She was part of me.“Some things are unavoidabl

We headed for the BloodStone Eclipse Pack soon after a tear-shedding goodbye from Marcus and Alpha Paleframe. Although I didn’t call Alpha Paleframe my father, I told him that we would meet again in the future. I said it plainly, without sugarcoating anything. He smiled faintly but didn’t stop me. Maybe, deep down, he understood. Maybe he always did.Marcus couldn’t accompany me after he learned about some urgent affairs he needed to handle immediately. So, practically, I was sent with Alessandro. Just the two of us. In the same car.I tried to take the backseat to keep my distance, but Alessandro—ruthless as ever—had his own twisted way of asserting dominance. He opened the passenger side door and stood in front of it with a deadpan expression, as if daring me to resist.“Don’t be stubborn,” he said lazily, crossing his arms. “It’s not like I’ll bite.”I gave him a cold look but got into the passenger seat anyway. That arrogant bastard didn’t even hide the smirk that curled on his li