All Chapters of Reclaiming His Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Orion’s POV The fluorescent lights of the hospital hallway buzzed faintly, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. I paced the corridor, my fists clenched and chest tight, replaying Ava's words over and over. Her hatred burned into me like a brand. She was right, wasn’t she? I had made my choice. And my choice had been Chloe. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t let go of the guilt. But standing here right now, alone in a hospital that felt more like a tomb, I wasn’t sure if the weight of that guilt was worth everything I’d lost. I needed air. Without sparing another glance toward the ER, I turned and walked away. The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside, but it did nothing to calm the storm within. I leaned against the wall, my hands on my knees, trying to steady my breathing. My mind drifted back to Ava, to the blood on her clothes, to the anger in her eyes, and to Mason’s hand on her back—a hand that lingered too long, too familiarly. Jealo

Ava’s POVI can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe Orion would turn a blind eye when we needed him most. The man who once claimed he’d protect me no matter what was nowhere to be found when my sister’s life hung in the balance. I clenched my fists, trying to focus on anything but the rage burning inside me. *Flashback* I was resting my head against the wooden frame of the old cabin when the phone rang. I almost didn’t answer it, exhausted from hours of running and hiding. But something in my gut told me I needed to pick up. The moment I swiped to answer, Rose’s frantic voice exploded through the receiver. “Ava! Holly’s gone! She’s not in her room, and the guards—oh my God, the guards are out cold!” Panic gripped me like a chilling cold, freezing my body. My mind couldn’t process her words, couldn’t understand how this was even possible. For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. “Ava! Are you listening?!” Rose screamed, breaking m

Ava’s POV It’s been almost a week since the night everything went down. A week of silence. A week of avoiding familiar places and faces, especially him. I haven’t stepped foot in the mansion since that night. Instead, I moved a few things into my private suite—a temporary escape, or so I tell myself. It’s quiet, peaceful, exactly what I need. I haven’t seen Orion once in the past six days. Good for him, and even better for me. I don’t think I could stomach looking at his smug, stupid face without feeling the urge to slap him. He doesn’t deserve my time or my thoughts, yet here I am thinking about him again. Old habits, I suppose. The one thing keeping me grounded is Holly. Her surgery went well—better than we’d dared to hope. But I can’t rest easy. Not while things are still so uncertain. So, I made a decision. Holly is leaving the country. It’s the only way to keep her safe, far away from my father’s mess, Orion’s betrayal, and the endless rivalry with the Jamesons. She deserve

Ava’s POV I know when to let go—at least, I thought I did. But with Orion, it's different.The drive back to the suite felt longer than it actually was. Each mile seemed to stretch further than the last, my mind replaying the moment when Orion had looked at me with that burning intensity. It was as though he wanted to drag me back into the mess he’d created, even after everything had unraveled. And Chloe—she was the sharp edge of a knife, always there to twist the wound just when I thought I could heal. She had known exactly how to bait me. That smirk—how could I ever forget it? The way she stood by Orion, her every movement calculated, designed to provoke.And yet, it was Orion who held my attention. I shifted in the seat, letting my fingers graze the cool leather of the car door. I tried to focus on the present, on Mason’s calm presence beside me. He was the one I should be thinking about, the one who had been there, steady and unwavering. Mason hadn’t said much since the rest

Ava's POV The tension in the room was intense, crackling like a wild fire. Mason stood at the door, his presence commanding but restrained, as though he was waiting for the right moment to act. His eyes flicked from me to Orion, taking in every detail—the way Orion’s hand gripped my waist possessively, the flush on my cheeks, and the fact that I hadn’t pulled away yet. “I asked if everything was okay, Ava,” Mason repeated, his voice firmer now, his gaze locking on Orion. I opened my mouth to answer, but Orion beat me to it. “Everything is fine, Mason. I was just reminding my wife where she belongs.” His words were smooth, deliberate, and laced with enough arrogance to spark the flames of a brewing confrontation. “Your wife?” Mason’s voice dropped an octave, the barely restrained anger in it sending a chill down my spine. He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Funny how you remember that now, after disappearing when she needed you most.” Orion’s hand tightened