All Chapters of The Bride He Never Wanted : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RYANI was in the middle of a conversation with two investors when Daisy walked up to me. At first glance, nothing looked wrong, but then I noticed her face. She looked… off. Quieter than usual. Her shoulders were stiff, her smile forced, like she was carrying something she didn’t want to say out loud.“Excuse me for a moment,” I said to the men, already stepping aside.I turned to her. “What’s wrong?”She shook her head immediately. “Nothing.”I frowned. “Daisy.”“I’m fine,” she insisted, but she didn’t meet my eyes.That alone set something off in my chest. “Did something go wrong?” I asked. “Is everything going as planned?”She hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. Everything’s fine.”“Okay,” I said slowly. “Have they brought the food out?”Her expression shifted slightly, and my heart skipped. “What?”“Yes,” she said quickly. “The food is out.”“And?” I pressed. “Is there a problem with it?”She shook her head again. “No. The food is good. People like it.”That didn’t make me feel better

OLIVIAThe moment I stepped into my apartment and shut the door behind me, everything I’d been holding in finally crashed down at once.I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and leaned my back against the wall, closing my eyes. I was exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally. My body felt heavy, my head still spinning from everything that had happened tonight.Ryan.Just thinking his name made my chest tighten. I pushed myself off the wall and walked deeper into the apartment, switching on a soft lamp instead of the main light. The quiet wrapped around me and for the first time since the event, I could breathe properly.God… what a night.I sank onto the couch, rubbing my face with both hands. I still couldn’t fully process the shock of seeing him there. The way my heart had jumped. The way my body had reacted before my mind could catch up. I hated that part of myself a little, but I also couldn’t deny it.Still… despite everything, tonight had been a success.A huge

OLIVIALena had barely stepped out before I started moving. I didn’t even remember deciding to clean. One moment I was standing there staring at the door she’d just closed, and the next I was picking up cushions, straightening the throw on the couch, wiping down the counter like a madwoman. I lit a scented candle, then paused, frowned, and moved it slightly to the side like that would somehow change the outcome of the night.What was I doing?I’d avoided this situation for a long time successfully, and now… now I’d listened to Lena for five minutes and undone all of it.“Great job,” I muttered to myself.I took a quick bath, more to calm my nerves than anything else. The warm water helped a little, but not enough. When I stepped out, I pulled on a baggy black top and a short… simple and comfortable. My heart was already racing anyway. He could be here any minute.I paced the apartment twice, then stopped in the middle of the living room, hugging myself. Raina was quiet, alert, watch

OLIVIAThe words bubbled up from deep inside me, raw and unfiltered. "Ryan," I whispered against his lips, my voice coming out with need. "I want you. I want to feel you... all of you."Inside me, Raina stirred… a wild, joyful rumble echoing in my mind. ‘Yes, yes! Tell him to carry you to the room. I need him inside us again. We've waited too long.’ Her excitement thrummed through my veins, her wolfish energy amplifying the ache between my legs, making my pussy throb with insistent heat.I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, my hands framing his face. "Carry me to my room," I said. "I want to feel your cock inside me again. Please..."He stilled, his chest heaving as he searched my face, his hands pausing on my ass. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. "Olivia... are you sure? We don't have to…""Fuckkk yes," I cut him off, my voice fierce and desperate. I ground my hips against him, feeling his thick cock twitch through his jeans. "I'm sure. I need this.

RYANShe studied my face for a long moment. With a small sigh, she leaned back against the tub. “Fine,” she said. “But if you do something weird, I’m splashing you.”I huffed a quiet laugh. “Fair.”I reached for the sponge, wetting it and adding a little soap. My movements were slow and gentle, like I was afraid to move too fast and break the fragile calm between us. “Tell me if I’m doing too much,” I said.She nodded. “I will.”I started with her arm, gentle circles over her skin. She tensed at first, then slowly relaxed, her shoulders lowering inch by inch. The steam curled around her face, softening her features, and I found myself watching her without meaning to.She looked…so pretty. Her lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes, and something twisted painfully and beautifully in my chest.“You’re staring,” she murmured.I smiled. “Am I?”“Yes.”I swallowed. “Sorry.”She cracked one eye open and glanced at me. “It’s fine. Just… don’t make it weird.”My smile widened a little. “I’ll