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

ALPHA HUNTERThe door shut behind me on its own.The sound echoed through the house, sealing me inside. My guards halted at the threshold instinctively, but I lifted a hand without looking back. “Wait here.”They obeyed immediately.The air inside was cold. It crawled beneath my coat and pressed against my skin like damp fingers. The walls seemed to breathe, shadows shifting where there should have been none.Then, torches flared to life one after the other, flames igniting without a single hand touching them.My jaw tightened.I hated this place.Footsteps sounded above me, and my wolf stirred again, uneasy now, pressing against my ribs in warning.Then the smoke came. It poured into the parlor from every corner… thick white smoke, swirling and coiling along the floor.I exhaled sharply through my nose. “Oh gods,” I muttered. “He’s started with his madness already.”The footsteps reached the bottom of the stairs, the smoke parted, and he appeared.Tall and thin, dressed in layered da

OLIVIAI didn’t realize how much I’d missed him until that moment.Seeing him standing there in my restaurant made something warm bloom in my chest. It had only been two months, but it felt longer. And without him, I wouldn’t be standing here.I pulled back slightly, still smiling, my hands resting lightly on his arms. “I’m really happy to see you,” I said honestly. “You have no idea.”He studied my face, then nodded once. “You look… settled,” he said. “That’s good.”I laughed softly. “That’s one way to put it.”Another way was: I survived. I built something. I didn’t fall apart.He glanced around the dining area, taking everything in- the full tables, the laughter, the plates moving smoothly from kitchen to guests. His lips curved upward slowly. “I’m proud of you,” he said. “You didn’t waste time. You didn’t waste resources. You took what you had and turned it into something real.”My throat tightened a little.“Thank you,” I said quietly. “And… thank you for the help. The money. I

RYANI left the hall a few minutes later.The doors slid shut behind me as I stepped into the open space overlooking the new Penthouse building. The structure stood tall against the Barcelona skyline and our name etched boldly at the front.I stopped walking, and for a moment, I just stood there, hands in my pockets, staring at it.Pride settled deep in my chest.Two months ago, everything in my life had felt like it was slipping through my fingers… my body, my company, my sanity. Now this stood here because of her, because of what she did.I let out a soft exhale as I finally turned away.Outside, my driver was already waiting. He stepped forward immediately and opened the door.“Hotel, sir?” he asked.“Yes,” I replied, sliding into the back seat.I couldn’t stay at the Penthouse yet, not until the official launch later this week. Everything had to be perfect, untouched and ceremonial.The car pulled away and I leaned back against the seat, my shoulders relaxing for the first time si

OLIVIAI stopped beside my car and, without a word, held out the keys.Logan blinked. “What?”“You’re driving,” I said simply.A slow smile spread across his face, like I’d just given him a gift. “Wow. Look at that”“Don’t read into it,” I warned. “I’m just tired.”He laughed softly. “I’ll take it.” He moved quickly, almost too eagerly, and opened the door for me before I could even reach it. “Careful,” he said, one hand hovering near the door frame. “I don’t want you hitting your head.”I paused, glanced at him. “Logan.”“I'm I doing too much?” he asked, already grinning.“Yes.”He chuckled but still waited until I was fully seated before closing the door gently. Then he walked around to the driver’s side and got in.The car filled with a brief, awkward silence as he adjusted the seat and mirrors. “So,” he said lightly as he started the engine, “where am I taking the world-famous chef?”I gave him the address. “It’s not far.”He drove carefully, one hand on the wheel, the other resti

RYANI had just finished freshening up when I finally felt my shoulders drop a little. I ran a towel through my hair one last time, then crossed the room and turned on the speaker. Music filled the space softly as I sat down on the cushioned chair near the desk, stretched my legs out in front of me, and pulled my laptop closer. The screen flickered to life as I opened it, the Penthouse logo appearing first, followed by the folders I’d already organized.Penthouse Barcelona – Grand Opening.I exhaled and clicked into the event plan.Timelines, guest lists, security arrangements, media coverage, and catering schedules. I scrolled through it all carefully, adjusting small details here and there, typing notes in the margins as ideas came to me. I wanted everything to flow perfectly… no delays, no confusion, no room for embarrassment. This opening mattered more than people realized.As I worked, I caught myself nodding to the music, quietly mouthing the lyrics without thinking. My fingers