All Chapters of His Wife On Paper : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Kian's POV"I really hate us."The door slammed shut.I sat with those four words in the dim room and let them do what they were going to do. There was no point trying to manage it. No point reaching for the composure I had been running on all night because there was nothing left of it. My shoulder was throbbing. The room smelled like antiseptic. And Eliora had just walked out saying she hated us…… and I didn't have a single argument against it.She was right….. As much as I would love to deny it I knew she was right.That was the thing I kept arriving at no matter which direction I approached it from. She was right. About the secret. About the three years. About me deciding what she could handle and dressing it up as protection. She was right about all of it and I had sat there with a bullet wound and the audacity to tell her she didn't think…..when the truth was I had been the one not thinking. I heard the front door closed I should go after her.The thought arrived but I didn't

Kian's POV"Eliora!"The word tore out of me for the fourteenth time in as many minutes and the forest swallowed it whole, same as it had swallowed every other time. I stood at the edge of the tree line, chest heaving, and stared into the dark between the trees like staring hard enough would make her appear.She didn't appear."Eliora, please!" My voice cracked on the last word and I didn't care. Sofia was calling her name too, and Reeves, and the sound of all of us out here in the dark should have felt like something…. like action, like we were actually doing something….but it felt like nothing. It felt like screaming into water.I turned and went into the trees.The ground was uneven, roots catching at my boots, branches low enough to force me to duck every few meters. I turned on the torch I was holding but it barely made a dent. The beam just lit up the nearest trees and made everything beyond them look darker by comparison. I pushed further anyway.She just got lost. That's al

Kian's POV"I have nothing to say to you."Margaret sat at the kitchen table with her arms folded and her eyes fixed on a point somewhere above my left shoulder. Her coat was still on. Her bag was on the floor beside her chair. She looked like a woman who had been moving fast and had stopped mid-motion and was now sitting very still in the way of someone who had not yet decided whether to keep pretending.I pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.I didn't say anything. I just looked at her.Margaret had been in our home. She had sat at our kitchen island and drunk tea and watched Ezra investigate the sleeve of Eliora's shirt and smiled the smile of a woman who had nothing to hide. She had squeezed Eliora's hand in the kitchen when Eliora asked if Ezra was okay. She had pressed her hand to her mouth and cried when we couldn't find him.So all this was just an act."Nothing to say," I repeated quietly. "Alright."I let the silence sit.Reeves was near the door. Sofia had take

Kian's POV "If this is a trap," Sofia said from the passenger seat, "I want it on record that I said we should have sent Reeves first.""Noted," I said. "It's on record.""I'm serious, Kian.""I know you are."The house sat at the end of a narrow road that didn't show up on any map I had pulled. Small. Single storey. The kind of house that existed quietly, that didn't announce itself, surrounded by enough trees on either side that you wouldn't see it from the road unless you already knew to look. Every light inside was off except one, a warm yellow rectangle in what I guessed was the kitchen window. Someone was awake. Someone was waiting.I killed the headlights two hundred meters out and coasted the rest of the way.Reeves and his was in the car behind us. Two more of my men behind him. I had told them all the same thing before we left, we do not move until I give the word. We do not assume anything. We treat this like it could go either way because it could.Margaret had given me

Eliora's POV "Ten minutes," Elijah murmured, his fingers working the last knot at my wrists. "That's all we—"The footsteps hit the corridor outside like a sentence cut short.Our faces snapped at each other. Our eyes met. Elijah stared at the door in horror.That was too soon.His hands moved fast, the rope disappeared somewhere behind me in one practiced motion and he was on his feet and three steps away before the door handle turned. I shoved my hands under my thighs, sat on them, and arranged my face into something blank just as the door swung open and Mia walked in wearing the expression of a woman whose evening had stopped cooperating with her.She didn't look at Elijah first. She looked at me. Then the room. Then Elijah. Her eyes moved the way they always moved — quick, surgical, filing things away.I held very still and gave her nothing."Something is wrong." She wasn't asking. She moved into the centre of the room and pulled out her phone, staring at the screen like it had