All Chapters of THE GUARDIAN'S BRIDE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

CHAPTER 142: Caging her inMy father sat across from me in the study, his sharp eyes fixed on me as though he could pierce through every layer of my defences. “How much longer are we going to remain in charged silence, son?” he asked with a tinge of amusement.I swirled the glass of amber liquid in my hand, but I did not reply. I had left the office to come and see him, but we had been sitting in silence for the last thirty minutes, but I was yet to say a word. He leaned back in the armchair, his hands clasped loosely before him, a picture of composure. I, on the other hand, felt anything but composed. My chest was tight, my jaw clenched, my mind circling around my wife with no exit in sight.“Tell me, Zachary,” he began, his voice measured, low, almost like he was being cautious while maintaining the timbre in his voice. “How are you handling things with your wife? Are your new restrictions still in place?”I hesitated, my gaze shifting from the glass in my hand to the fire burning

CHAPTER 144: Sleep with me ***ELEVEN YEARS AGO*** I sat across from Vance in the little café near campus, the one where we used to go to have our meals together, or when I was tutoring him, away from the library. Today, my hands were wrapped tightly around my cup though the drink had long gone cold. It was the only way I could appear to have some sense of composure. Vance leaned forward, his dark eyes fixed on me with that intensity that always made me feel like I couldn’t breathe.“Madelyn,” he said, lowering his voice, almost pleading, “I want us to be together. Officially. I really care about you so much. I love you. And I've always proven it to you. You have to believe me. I want you to be my girlfriend, in every sense of it.”My heart somersaulted. I had known him for a couple of months now. We met when he approached me, requesting that I tutor him in a course that he claimed he did not understand. After I agreed and we began lessons, I realised that he was doing

CHAPTER 146: Where is my wife?The car had barely rolled to a stop in the driveway before I was out of it, my stride long and sharp as I cut across the walkway. I rushed out of father's place after that call with the bodyguard, totaling foregoing my earlier plan to head back to the office. As I literally leapt the stone steps to the front door, my stomach was in knots. I could be over reacting. She will probably return soon with a vague explanation of where she had been. Yet my pulse was hammering in my throat, a relentless drum that had only one rhythm: my wife was not here.The doors gave way beneath my hand, and I entered the house like a storm, the air in the hallway was tense. Some of the maids greeted me and went back to their duties, but I could sense the tension in the air.“Madelyn!” I called once, my voice echoing. There was no response. Of course she was not back. I'd have been informed.I found Mary first. She walked into the living room wringing her hands together, her fa

CHAPTER 148: She’s not going anywhereHer weight in my arms felt heavier than I expected, but still fragile, almost breakable. It was like a stab to the heart when I confirmed she was never genuine about her recent change of heart. Not that I never suspected it. But to actually confirm it still made me want to break something. It was mother's idea to test her by asking her to sleep with me, and it had delivered the expected result. Now there was no turning back. Not for me. I was never going to let her go.I pushed the door to the bedroom open with my shoulder and stepped inside. The room smelled faintly of wood polish and old air. It was the master bedroom. I crossed to the bed, careful with every movement, and laid her down as though she were porcelain. Her dark beautiful hair spilled across the pillow, her face slack in unconsciousness. Even in her unconsciousness, her face still wore the traits of resistance. And I could see the single bead of unshed tears hanging at the corner of

CHAPTER 150: A motherI sat in the upholstered chair by the side of the bed, a glass of wine balanced neatly in my hand. For a woman who hated idle watching, I wasn't bothered waiting for Madelyn to come to, long after my son had left. She had been asleep nearly a full day, though there was something oddly satisfying about watching her chest rise and fall in helpless rhythm. I wanted to see her reaction firsthand when she opened her eyes and realised her fate.Finally, a flutter. She stirred, a soft sound slipping past her lips before her lashes opened. I gently lowered the wine glass to the table, a smug smirk forming on my lips. Confusion clouded her half lidded eyes until they landed on me, and instantly they widened.“You…” her voice broke, hoarse, a mixture of disbelief and fear. “Patricia.”“Yes, me. You’ve been out longer than expected, dear. Nearly twenty hours. I was beginning to think you enjoyed being unconscious more than being awake in this world. It's refreshing to final