All Chapters of The Bride He Never Chose: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92: The Edge of TrustI put the phone down and closed my eyes, trying to calm the storm inside me.Later, the sound of laughter pulled me from my thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw P and Adison walking back from the beach, dripping and smiling, sun-kissed and carefree.“Hey, Kourt! You should’ve joined us,” P called out, plopping down beside me.“I know. I just needed some time,” I said softly.Adison nudged me playfully. “Come on, you can’t hide forever. Especially with your debut coming up. You need to recharge!”I smiled faintly. Their warmth was a balm to my nerves. “I’ll try.”Just then, Seth appeared in the doorway, towel slung over his shoulder, looking relaxed but cautious.“Hey,” he said quietly. “Mind if I join you?”“Of course,” I replied, feeling a strange mix of comfort and tension with him around.He sat beside me, close but respectful of my space. “You okay?” he asked again, softer this time.I looked at him, his sincere eyes meeting mine. I wanted to tell him e

Chapter 94: Beneath the Haunted SkyI sighed loudly and crossed my arms. “A bikini. Shocker.”“You can’t just walk around like that,” he growled, eyes locked on my body. “Put on a shirt. And shorts.”“Why would I?” I challenged. “We’re literally on a beach. What do you want me to do, swim in jeans?”“I want you to stop tempting fate,” he snapped, stepping closer.“Tempting fate?” I laughed bitterly. “Or tempting you?”Before I could turn away, his hand shot out and caught my wrist. “Travis—”But I didn’t finish. His hand suddenly covered my eyes, blinding me, and his other hand pressed against my back, firm, possessive, and warm.I froze, breath catching in my throat.“Travis, what are you—?”Then I felt it — his lips. Brushing lightly, teasingly, against my skin. Once. Twice. A third time. A hot trail across my collarbone… my ribs…By the time I shoved him away, he was already stepping back, smirking like the devil himself.“What the hell was that?” I hissed, burning with rage — and

Chapter 96: The Night We Stopped Running“Are we really going ghost hunting later?” Adison’s voice rang out, full of excitement as he bounced in his seat.“Why not?!” Dan grinned, already plotting their evening adventure. “It’s not just all swimming, right? Ghost hunting sounds way cooler!”Almost everyone in the group shared his enthusiasm. Ghost hunting after a long day of snorkeling and beach lounging sounded like the perfect thrill to cap off the vacation. Everyone but me.Honestly, I was the only one who wasn’t thrilled. Out of all the things we could do—swimming, chilling by the bonfire, playing games—I dreaded the idea of roaming around some haunted house, chasing ghosts.What if one of those white ladies or restless spirits decided to follow us home? Just thinking about it made my stomach twist into knots.Lunch that day lasted longer than usual. Everyone kept chatting about the haunted house, comparing stories, and daring each other to be brave. Eventually, the topic shifted

Chapter 98: In the Flicker of His EyesI looked at him, curious.“Why?” I asked.He shrugged, but there was a shadow in his eyes. “It’s complicated. I’m not exactly the guy who fits into casual gatherings.”His voice dropped even lower. “Sometimes, I think I’m more comfortable on my own — watching from a distance, like I said.”I wanted to ask what he meant. Was it about his past? His family? Or… me?Before I could speak, Penélope came over with another skewer and handed it to Travis. He took it and gave me a half-smile.“You’re lucky to have friends like these,” he said, nodding toward the group.“Yeah,” I said softly. “They keep me grounded.”Travis glanced at me, his expression unreadable.“Is that why you’re still here? Because of me?” I teased, poking him lightly.He chuckled, the sound warm and a little surprising.“Maybe,” he admitted. “Or maybe I’m just curious.”“Curious about what?”He hesitated, then said, “About you. About why you act the way you do sometimes.”I felt a fl

Chapter 100: Ready or NotSuddenly, one of Seth’s friends called out loudly, the echo bouncing through the hollow space.“Hey! Let’s make this more interesting — why don’t we play a game?” his voice rang, sharp and bright against the quiet.Everyone’s heads turned toward him. The idea was like a spark in the dark.“What kind of game?” someone else asked.“Hide and seek!” came the quick reply.I glanced around, noticing Seth and the others lifting their water bottles in agreement. “I still have some water left,” I said softly, lifting mine but not joining their toast. The bottle was still half-full — I wasn’t quite ready to share the moment of camaraderie.One of the guys finished his bottle, then tossed it to the center of our group. “I’ll be the spinner!” P declared suddenly, her voice light and playful.“You always get to do it!” Adison protested, pouting in mock annoyance.“Fine. Then I’ll do it!” I blurted, reaching out and snatching the bottle before anyone else could grab it.T