All Chapters of Saving My Rejected Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Thank you… truly, Attorney Marshall,” Aria said, her voice soft but brimming with emotion. “Every lawyer I’ve spoken to turned me away the moment I mentioned my parents’ names. I was starting to think no one would ever help us. I don’t even know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t stepped in.” Alisher Marshall studied her carefully, his expression unreadable for a beat. Then he spoke, his tone firm and with quiet conviction. “Your parents’ case isn’t simple, Aria. It’s the kind of legal war that would crush a lesser attorney. When the Chairman brought it to me, I knew right away—it’s not just about the law. It’s about the truth hiding beneath it. And I don’t lose cases like this.” Aria’s eyes flickered with gratitu

Everyone in the room shot to their feet the moment the unexpected guest stepped in. Alisher and Leo immediately dipped their heads in a respectful bow. “We weren’t expecting your presence today, Chairman,” Alisher said smoothly, masking his unease with practiced diplomacy. “Had I known, your favorite drink would’ve been waiting.” He motioned to the nearest chair with a polite sweep of his hand. “Please, have a seat.” Mason Larkin didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His mere presence filled the room with a commanding silence that felt almost oppressive. His sharp eyes scanned the room with quiet calculation, landing briefly and intently on Aria. Aria lowered he

“As far as I remember,” Mason finally spoke, his voice low and deliberate, cutting through the silence like a blade, “a safe house can either be selected from your firm’s existing properties… or be determined spontaneously, based on the urgency of the situation, correct?” Alisher’s brow furrowed instantly. He knew that tone, knew the direction this was heading all too well. “That’s true,” he replied cautiously.  “In high-risk cases, we sometimes embed witnesses in a pre-established family residence. It makes it harder to trace them, blending into the routine of a normal, active household.” Mason gave a single nod, like a king delivering a final verdict. “Perfect. Then it’s decided. I&rs

 “Aria, if we were planning something shady, do you really think we’d answer your question so casually?” Mason said, raising an eyebrow with just a hint of a smirk. “I don’t know,” Aria replied, eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. “Stranger things have happened. I’m just covering all my bases. Can’t be too careful.” Mason let out a short breath that was almost a chuckle. “Relax. I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on my daughter’s current favorite person,” he said, then tilted his head toward the entrance. “Now go on in.” With a cautious nod, Aria stepped through the hidden passage with Cecil close behind. The hallway they entered was long, sleek, and silent, like something out of a spy thriller, each step echoing with tension. The farther they walked, the more Aria

Aria finally allowed herself a moment to breathe. It had only been a few days since the world as she knew it had shattered.  First, the violent car accident, then the humiliating banishment from the Crimson Claw pack, followed by the devastating arrest of her parents. Each event had stripped her of something vital, leaving her hollow, running on instinct alone. Now, within the quiet luxury of Mason’s penthouse, the silence felt almost eerie. The calm after a storm… or the quiet before another? She stood motionless for a moment, as if her body had forgotten how to rest. Her fingers trailed over the edge of the plush bedding, the soft fabric.