All Chapters of Reclaiming His Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chloe’s POV I hate Ava Miller with every part of my being.I’ve always been the kind of woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. My life is a carefully orchestrated dance, where every step, every move, is designed to lead me to what I desire. And for as long as I can remember, all I’ve wanted is him. Orion Miller. The man who was supposed to be mine. It all started the night I laid eyes on him at Club Nine-O. The music was loud, bodies moving in sync with the pulsing bass, but none of that mattered the moment I saw him. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an air of quiet confidence that demanded attention. He didn’t belong in a place like that, but that’s what made him irresistible—he was too good for the chaos, too good for everyone in that club. Except me. By the end of the night, after hours of flirtation and a haze of drinks, we ended up tangled in each other’s arms. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. But I didn’t see it that way. No, I decided right then

Chloe’s POVThe city buzzed with activity as the afternoon sun bore down, casting long shadows across the pavement. I slipped on my sunglasses the moment I stepped out of the car, scanning the sleek glass structure of The Miller's Empire. It was almost noon, and despite the heat, the air carried a crisp tension. I had overheard Orion on a call earlier this morning—something about a breach in their system. A smirk tugged at my lips. If the board had any sense, they’d blame Ava and toss her out for good. But knowing Ava, she’d weasel her way out of trouble, as she always did. Wishful thinking, Chloe, I told myself. I was about to head to the nearby café, waiting for the perfect moment to cross paths with Mason when I spotted him storming out of the building.His face was a pool of fury and frustration—jaw clenched, eyes blazing, fists tight by his sides. A man scorned by love? Or maybe, just maybe, Orion had finally pushed him too far. Either way, this was my moment. This could be

Ava's POVCould he really stoop that low? Mason’s accusation still rang in my ears as I paced outside my office, each step filled with uncertainty. The thought of Orion being responsible for the security breach gnawed at me. I wanted to believe he wouldn’t go to such extremes—jeopardizing not just the company but everything his father had worked tirelessly to build. Yet, a small part of me couldn’t dismiss the possibility entirely. This was Orion Miller after all. He was capable of many things, most of which involved manipulation and getting his way. But Mason… Mason had always been by my side. Could he truly be the one behind this? I felt restless, anxiety tightening my chest. I glanced at the office door, my fingers itching to push it open, but I hesitated. Eavesdropping would seem unprofessional—what would my employees think if they caught me hunched over like a spy? Then again, I was their boss. Too bad I wasn’t above curiosity. With that excuse firmly in mind, I leaned against

Mason froze mid-step when he heard Ava's voice. Her call was faint, almost lost in the noise of the crowded airport, but it reached him, stopping him in his tracks. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto hers as she hurried toward him.She didn't love him. He knew this more than anyone but he can't—no—he doesn't want to give up on making her see him.That is the only way.Ava didn’t care about the stares from strangers or the tension radiating from Orion behind her. She reached Mason, throwing her arms around his neck in an embrace that caught him off guard.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to push you away, Mason. I don’t want you to be upset, and I hate that you’re worried. Please don’t be.”Mason hesitated, his hands hovering uncertainly before they rested lightly on her back. His voice was soft, almost gentle. “Ava, it’s not about me. It’s about you and Holly. You don’t need to apologize.”Ava pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening. She smiled fai

Orion’s POVThe message on Ava’s phone was short but chilling, each word sharp like a dagger to my chest: “You thought you could escape me? You’ll learn soon enough. Watch your back, Mrs Miller. Accidents happen when you least expect them.”The number was unknown, no name attached, just a string of digits that looked ordinary but carried a sinister weight. My grip on the phone tightened, heart pounding as I re-read the message, each line feeding the growing rage inside me. Who the hell dared to threaten her? I quickly copied the number onto my own phone and deleted the message from Ava’s before placing it back gently where it had been. She stirred slightly, and I froze, my breath caught in my throat. After a moment, she settled, still deep in sleep. A wave of guilt crashed over me, almost drowning the fury simmering beneath my skin. Is this what she’s been dealing with? How long has this been happening while I was too blind to see? I clenched my jaw tightly, cursing myself. I