All Chapters of His Bride By Force: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

KILLIAN Nothing could have prepared me for the sound of the familiar voice that I’d just heard. Matteo. This was definitely not how I’d imagined that we would meet again. An extra ice bucket of humiliation crashed over me, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Kill me now.“Matteo?" I heard Arabella say at the door. Then, the door creaked open.They were arguing about something now, but my mind was warping into something unpleasant and unstable. I could barely understand them.But if Matteo knew exactly where I was. It had to mean that he was in on it with Arabella. Fury simmered inside of me, and the urge to commit murder gripped me. The anger was so intense, it sharpened my mind and vision.And the moment I heard approaching footsteps, I pushed against the restraints until I felt something snap. There was a wet, sickening pop that indicated that my left wrist had been dislocated. Fire raced through my arm, the agony nauseating.But I didn't stop.I gritted my teeth and reached out for t

KILLIAN Arabella’s screams were muffled beneath the pillow, her limbs flailing as I pressed down with all the strength I had left. My body trembled, the fever clawing through my muscles and bones.I wanted her dead.I needed her gone.But my arms were too weak. My chest heaved, my heart jackhammering behind my ribs. The fever was winning. Therefore, I collapsed beside her, barely breathing.My hands shook violently as I clawed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around myself. My skin was soaked, clammy, and hot. I couldn't stop shivering, and I couldn't see straight either.But I had to move. I needed to stay alive long enough to make it out.The table of weapons loomed just within reach, but my double vision wasn’t helping. My bare feet dragged across the floor, my knees buckling. I gripped the table just in time to hold myself up, my eyes landing on the sledgehammer.I wrapped my fingers around the handle with my good hand even as my body swayed. Panting, I leaned against

SERA The fever finally broke last night. After five days of restless, sweat-soaked nights and half-conscious mumbling... after the tremors, the hallucinations, the fever dreams that left him clawing at his sheets...He was finally deeply asleep.I sat curled in the corner of the room, my arms wrapped tight around my knees as I stared at his face in the dim golden morning light. His breathing was steady. There were no more shudders or flinches.But I didn't feel relief just yet.Because last night... just before the fever broke... he'd said something I couldn't unhear."She was on top of me...""I couldn't stop her.""I didn't want it...please—"The sound of his voice had gutted me.I pressed a fist to my mouth now, the memory replaying itself in my head. Tears blurred my vision, my body curling tighter into itself.I told myself I'd misheard, but those words hadn't been vague. Rage had sunk into me then. And I'd fantasized about finding Arabella, cutting her apart slowly until all