All Chapters of Reclaiming His Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ava's POVThe air in my office thickened, my heartbeat echoing louder in my ears as Rose confirmed what I already suspected. “It’s them,” she said, her voice low and grim. “The calls, the threats… it’s all coming from the Jamesons.”I gripped the edge of my desk until my fingers ached. “They’re playing a dangerous game,” I whispered, fury simmering just beneath the surface. Holly’s pale face flashed through my mind—the fragile rise and fall of her breathing. The images they’d sent—the ones that showed Holly supposedly bound and hurt—had been burned into my memory. Each one had chipped away at my resolve, filling me with a helplessness I despised.“No more,” I said, the words a promise to myself and a warning to the Jamesons. “I won’t let them touch her again.”Rose stepped forward, her eyes filled with steely determination. “We’ve traced the source of the most recent call. They’re using a network of rerouted lines to cover their tracks, but we are certain about the source. The Jameso

Orion's POV The hospital’s sterile scent struck my senses as I was led down the long corridor. Cold, white tiles stretched before me, each step echoing. Anticipation thrummed through my veins as the guard paused in front of a door.“Miss Holly is inside,” he announced, casting me a sideways glance that lingered on the bag in my hands. I met his gaze with an easy smile, masking the storm beneath.“Thank you,” I said smoothly. He nodded and moved away.Pushing open the door, I stepped inside. The room was bathed in soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The room didn't look like a typical hospital room. Trust Ava to go the extra mile. She had the room decorated as though it's a teenager's room with pink curtains and soft mats on the floor. Kpop wallpapers adorned the walls like a shrine. There were teddy bears on the bed and couch.I must admit, she really loves her sister.Holly Rodriguez sat upright on her bed, her auburn hair falling in waves around her face. She was yo

Ava's POV The antiseptic smell of the hospital mingled with the tension between us, sharp enough to make me sick. Holly sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her arms folded across her chest, her expression an unreadable mask—until it cracked. Anger and confusion seeped through, and she couldn’t hold it back any longer.“Why did you do that, Ava?” she asked, her voice trembling. “He was just trying to be nice. You made him leave like he was some kind of monster.”I took a deep breath, fighting to keep my emotions in check while staring at my seventeen year old sister. “He’s not who you think he is, Holly. I’m trying to protect you.”“From what?” she demanded, her eyes flashing. “Orion’s been nothing but kind since he showed up. He didn’t deserve that. You made me feel like a child in the middle of your drama. It’s exhausting, Ava.”My heart ached hearing the raw hurt in her voice. “You don’t understand,” I said, feeling like a broken record. “There’s more to this than you know. Orion

Ava's POVI could still feel the touch of Orion’s lips against my neck, the warmth of his breath sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. Even now, minutes later, the memory lingered, stubborn and unyielding, refusing to be banished.I hated it. I hated the way my skin came alive when I thought of his touch, how every nerve seemed to spark beneath the memory of his lips. I despised how, for a fleeting moment, I had leaned into him, my body betraying me with its need—a need I refused to acknowledge. It was nothing, I told myself, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridor as I walked briskly. Nothing but the pangs of loneliness. It had been too long since I’d been with anyone; that was all. I would’ve reacted to any touch. It wasn’t him—not Orion. It couldn’t be him. I despised him with every fiber of my being.Yet, despite the lies I spun to myself, the ache in my chest remained—a heavy, coiled presence that refused to leave. His smirk, his arrogance, his maddening confidence—t

Orion's POV I sat in my office, my fingers tapping steadily against the arm of my chair, my mind consumed by the memory of Ava storming out. Her angry words echo in my head, but it’s the look on her face that lingers the most—the raw fury mixed with confusion, the fire in her eyes. She thinks she understands me, that she has me figured out, but she’s just another player in a game she can’t even begin to comprehend.My grip tightens around the armrest, and a surge of emotions hits me, ones I can’t quite place. Part of me wants to see her break, wants to see her crushed beneath my control, begging for mercy. But there’s something else there, something darker. I don’t want to admit it, but I can feel it crawling under my skin, gnawing at my insides. I stood still in my office as she left, the image of her hand, bandaged and raw, still etched in my mind. Chloe had pushed her down, and I’d done nothing but watch, a mere bystander to her pain. The coldness in me had found it amusing at