All Chapters of Once my Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The night felt heavier than usual—like the sky itself had sunk lower, pressing down on everything. The city lights outside flickered through the tall windows of Bella’s studio, casting faint gold streaks across the mess on the floor.Broken glass. Torn sketches. A half-finished canvas ripped in two.And Bella—on her knees, hands shaking, face buried in her palms—looked like someone who had just lost everything that made her believe.Her firm was collapsing. The investors had pulled out. Julian Voss had started openly funding rival companies, giving them contracts and media praise. Every client Bella had built from scratch was turning away. And tonight, it had finally broken her.Jason stood in the doorway, silent for a long moment. He didn’t know whether to speak or move. But then, as he saw her shoulders tremble, he stepped forward quietly.He didn’t say a word. He simply knelt down beside her.“Bella,” he whispered, but she didn’t respond.Her fingers dug into the floor as if she co

The morning broke too still. Too quiet.It wasn’t the kind of calm that promised peace — it was the kind that came before something broke.Bella felt it the moment she opened her eyes. The air hung heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath.Jason was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. His phone buzzed beside him. Another message. Another warning.“Who is it?” she asked softly, her voice still trembling from sleep.He looked over his shoulder. “Security update. Julian’s people are active again. Two sightings last night — one near the florist, one near the venue.”Bella sat up, clutching the sheet. “You think he knows?”Jason nodded once. “He always knows.”She took a slow breath. “So what do we do?”He turned fully then, eyes locked on hers. “We go ahead. We marry today. No matter what he throws at us.”Her lips trembled. “Even if it’s dangerous?”“Especially if it’s dangerous,” Jason said. “He wants to break us before we m

The rain hadn’t stopped all morning. It drummed against the tall windows of the conference room, steady and cold — like the city itself was holding its breath.Jason stood at the head of the long oak table, palms flat, eyes sharp. Bella stood beside him, her expression calm but resolute. For the first time in weeks, they weren’t reacting. They were leading.“This is it,” Jason said quietly, scanning the small group of journalists seated before them. “No cameras. No mics. No outsiders. Just truth.”Only six had been invited — the most respected, the least corruptible. Each of them had broken stories that shook governments. Today, they were about to shake an empire.Bella inhaled slowly, steadying herself. “Before we begin,” she said softly, “thank you for coming. What you’re about to hear… will change everything.”A hush fell across the room. The hum of the rain was the only sound.Jason tapped a button on the tablet in front of him. A holographic screen came to life — pages of digital

It started like any other evening — soft music, city lights glittering through the penthouse glass, and the smell of Bella’s rosemary chicken wafting through the air. But beneath that calm, something fragile was waiting to shatter.A couple of months. That was how long it had been since Jason and Bella had stood in that private garden, promising each other forever. Since Julian Voss had been dragged away, smirking as he delivered that chilling warning — about a “true architect” still out there, someone worse, someone waiting.The threat had faded from the headlines. The world had moved on. But Jason hadn’t.He still checked the locks three times before bed. Still tracked unknown calls on his phone. Still treated every new person in their orbit like a possible enemy. It wasn’t madness — not yet. It was love, twisted by memory and fear.And Bella... Bella had built a new life beside him — a life of warmth, laughter, family. But even love built on steel can crack if pressed too long.Tha

The moment Jason’s footsteps disappeared down the hallway, Bella’s composure cracked. The quiet of the penthouse felt wrong—too still, too heavy, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.Her pulse pounded hard against her ribs, echoing the panic rising in her chest. Elena’s words from earlier still rang in her head like a bell she couldn’t silence: “The red thread, Bella. It’s not a design element—it’s a message. Someone’s hiding something in that book.”Someone, Bella now realized, meant Jason.She moved fast, her slippers silent against the marble floor. The library loomed before her, dark and regal—the heart of the Reed home. The smell of old paper and cedar oil filled the air, but tonight it didn’t comfort her. Tonight it felt like walking into a crypt.Her hands shook as she reached for the Roman architecture book Elena had mentioned. Normally, her fingers were steady—trained from years of sketching plans and tracing fine lines—but not tonight. Tonight they trembled