Semua Bab Reclaiming His Bride: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Orion’s POVThe next day followed Holly's perfect honeymoon plan, every moment a scripted performance. I woke to the scent of strong coffee and the faint hum of Venetian traffic filtering through the open window. The sun painted golden streaks across the room, but none of it pierced the fog in my mind. The bed beside me was empty, the sheets cool. Ava was already playing her part. By the time I joined her on the balcony for breakfast, she was the picture of effortless grace, sipping orange juice in a white sundress that caught the breeze just right. She looked... different. Softer. Dangerous, in a way I couldn't place. "You're late," she said, not looking up. "Didn't realize we were on a schedule," I muttered, taking a seat across from her. She finally met my eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "We are now." ***The dark theater was a welcome reprieve from the relentless sun and the suffocating charade. The film was a melodramatic Italian romance—star-crossed lo

The silence in the hotel room was suffocating, heavy with regret and unspoken words. Chloe’s venomous words clung to the air, each syllable a dagger aimed at her heart. Ava refused to respond; the weight of her emotions was too much to bear. Instead, she stormed out of the suite, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. The cool morning air hit her as she stepped outside, but it did little to soothe the chaos inside.She wandered aimlessly through the city streets, tears welling up in her eyes. The night’s events played on a cruel loop in her mind: Orion’s touch, the betrayal, the raw regret. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the sting of every breath.As she walked, she heard the soft strains of music—a street artist performing with a raw, soulful voice. The sound tugged at something deep inside her, and she finally let the tears fall.The crowd bustled around her, a sea of strangers, each lost in their own world. But for Ava, the world had narrowed to the ache in her ches

Ava's POVI leaned my forehead against the wardrobe door, my breath shaky, chest tight. The silence behind me was deafening, like a storm waiting to break. I could feel Orion's anger hanging thick in the air, even with the door separating us. Memories clawed at the edges of my mind—his hands around my waist, his lips soft against mine in Venice. Now, those same hands were nothing but chains.As if on cue, the image of him tangled in sheets with Chloe flashed through my mind. What kind of animal is he? What does he take me for?I dressed quickly, pulling on soft silk and tailored lines. It wasn’t about vanity—it was about feeling protected, cloaked in control. When I stepped out, Orion was still there, his back to me, hands clenched at his sides. "Why are you still here? Why does seeing me with someone else bother you anyway?," I asked, my voice calm but edged with steel.He turned slowly, his eyes a dangerous storm. "You're really asking me that? Watching my wife entertain strangers

Ava's POV My fingers trembled as I swiped to read the message. The text was short, almost taunting:“You can’t save her, Ava. Fall in line, or you’ll regret it.”A chill ran down my spine, leaving me frozen in place. I read the words again, each one carving a pit of dread in my stomach. The number was unknown, but the intent was clear. Someone had done this to Holly, and now they were warning me to back off.I had my suspicions. My father? The Jamesons? Mrs Miller? Orion? Chloe?Weighing all these suspects made me realize just how dangerous this game actually is. The fact that I’m surrounded by enemies and won’t know who hit.“Mason…” My voice came out as a whisper as I showed him the screen. His face darkened instantly, his jaw tightening.“Who sent this?” His tone was low, menacing.“I don’t know.” My voice cracked, panic bubbling beneath the surface. “That’s the fucking annoying part. They are just everywhere, I wish I could just crush them! Why Holly? She’s just a kid, Mason!”Ma

Orion's POV The silence hung thick in the air as Ava stood up, her movements slow and deliberate. She reached for her handbag, her fingers curling around it with a casual grace that set me on edge. Her face was unreadable, a mask of calm that I knew was hiding a storm. My jaw clenched, bracing myself for whatever fury she was about to unleash, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she took a step forward, her eyes never meeting mine.As she brushed past Chloe and me, I caught the faintest hint of a smirk—cold, knowing, and somehow victorious. It was as if she had seen everything, knew everything, and found it all amusingly beneath her. That dry smile cut deeper than any words could. It was like she was telling me, ‘I’m not surprised.’Chloe shifted beside me, her eyes darting from Ava to me, confusion and annoyance playing across her face. She opened her mouth, ready to say something, maybe to confront Ava, but I silenced her with a look. This wasn’t a moment for questions. Even thou