All Chapters of Reclaiming His Bride: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Ava’s POVThe car ride back to the penthouse was quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Orion held my hand as if afraid I’d disappear, his thumb brushing softly against my knuckles. His strong presence calmed me, yet the events at his mother’s mansion lingered in my mind. The venom in her words, the threats, and that haunting smile—it was like a storm waiting to break.We stepped into the elevator, and I finally broke the silence. “She’s unstable mentally. Do you think she’ll try something?”“She will,” Orion admitted without hesitation. His jaw tightened as he stared at the elevator doors. “But it won’t matter. She’s contained now. She’ll have no one left to manipulate.”His confidence should have been reassuring, but I couldn’t shake the unease coiling in my chest. Something about the way she looked at me from the window of her room—a mixture of hatred and certainty—made my skin crawl. I leaned into Orion, pressing my forehead against his arm. “She hates me.”He turned to

Chloe’s POVThe night felt endless, the heavy air of anticipation wrapping around me like a cloak. The man across the room stared at me with a knowing look, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the doorframe. He looked unimpressed, as if he could see right through me. “So, what’s your grand plan this time, Chloe?” His voice was calm, calculated, but laced with an undercurrent of frustration. I smirked, adjusting my coat as I prepared to leave. “You’ll see when it’s time. Just stay on standby.”“You’re about to make the same mistake again,” he said flatly, his eyes narrowing. “Charging in with no leash on your emotions, thinking you’re ten steps ahead, when really, you’re one misstep from falling off the cliff.” I paused, my hand on the doorknob, and turned to him slowly. “Then maybe you should stop watching me and start worrying about how you’re going to keep up.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t come crying again when your plans fail. You’re playing with fire, C

Ava’s POV The door clicked shut behind us as we entered our room, the tension from earlier still crackling in the air like a live wire. The conversation with Mason earlier was still replaying in my head.Orion, on the other hand, wasted no time. Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms. His lips crashed against mine, fierce and demanding, his anger still simmering from Mason's intrusion.The kiss felt like he was trying to mark his territory, to remind me that he’s my husband, not mason.His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks with surprising tenderness as his kiss deepened. When he finally pulled back, his voice was a low growl against my lips."Say it, Ava," he demanded, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. "Say you're mine."I blinked up at him, my heart hammering in my chest. "Orion, I-""Say it," he interrupted, his voice softening, but his eyes remained locked on mine, filled wi

The city skyline shimmered like a chessboard under the moonlight, each glowing tower representing a player in this corporate war. While Chloe plotted her revenge, the Jamesons were orchestrating their own calculated strike, a move that would send shockwaves through Miller Enterprise before the Millers even knew what hit them. The Jameson estate exuded an aura of unrelenting power. The sprawling grounds, with their pristine gardens and wrought-iron gates, were more fortress than home, a testament to the family’s wealth and ruthless ambition. Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was no warmer. The study, with its dark oak paneling and looming bookshelves, felt like the nerve center of a war room. Mr. Jameson sat behind the massive desk, his piercing eyes scanning a confidential file. The dim light from the desk lamp cast long, jagged shadows on the walls, amplifying the tension in the room. A glass of bourbon sat untouched beside him, condensation pooling on its surface. Mrs. Jameso

Ava’s POV Mason.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice curious as soon as the door clicked shut behind him. He didn’t respond, but only walked further into the room.“I was just about to call you, but…” My words trailed off as I took in his appearance. He was still wearing the same turtleneck and coat I’d seen him in yesterday. In the middle of summer. I frowned. "Mason, it’s sweltering outside. Why are you still dressed like this? You could at least lose the coat. I know this is a corporate setting, but I would never question you even if you didn’t dress so formally.”Mason smirked faintly, brushing off my comment, but before he could respond, Orion spoke, his voice laced with suspicion and accusation. “Why are you wearing so many layers in this weather?” He stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. “Orion,” I warned, my tone firm. “That’s enough.” Mason’s smirk twisted into a sneer as he locked eyes with Orion. “You don’t