All Chapters of The Bride He Never Wanted : Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

OLIVIAThe kiss was soft at first, like we were both afraid of breaking this fragile thing we were building. His lips were gentle against mine, asking permission even as I was already giving it.Then I reached up, threading my fingers through his hair, and everything shifted.The kiss deepened, became more urgent. His other hand came up to cradle the back of my head as he angled his mouth over mine, and I felt myself drowning in the sensation of him… the taste of coffee on his lips, the slight scrape of his fingers against my skin, the way he held me like I was something precious.I shifted in his arms, turning more fully toward him, and he made a sound low in his throat that sent heat pooling in my stomach. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, and I went willingly, pressing against him as our lips moved together in perfect synchronization.We pulled back just enough to catch our breath, our foreheads resting together, eyes locked in that hazy, unspoken intensity. Neither o

OLIVIAI pulled open my pantry, scanning the contents with a chef's critical eye. "Okay, so I'm going to teach you how to make Jollof rice."Ryan looked at me blankly. "Jollof... what now?""Jollof rice. It's a Nigerian dish." I started pulling out ingredients… rice, tomatoes, onions, peppers. "I tried it once from a recipe I found online and fell in love with it. It's flavorful, not too complicated, and if you mess it up, the Nigerian aunties on the internet will haunt you in your dreams.""That sounds... terrifying and delicious at the same time.""It is." I set everything on the counter and turned to him. "Alright, first lesson: wash your hands properly. Like, actually properly. You're handling food."He gave me an amused look but obediently went to the sink, scrubbing his hands thoroughly while I watched with approval."Good. Now, we're going to start with the tomato base- it's called the stew. This is the foundation of everything, so pay attention." I grabbed the tomatoes, bell p

OLIVIAI was so shocked I could barely process what I was seeing. Who actually had the guts to do this to me?My body became weak instantly, my legs threatening to give out beneath me. I sank onto the couch, staring at the devices like they might suddenly explain themselves."How long have these been here?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "How long has someone been... watching me?"Ryan immediately sat beside me, his hand finding mine and squeezing tight. "I'll tell someone I know to run a check on these cameras," he said firmly. "A tech expert who can trace them, figure out who planted them and when. Don't worry, Olivia. I promise you, I will get to the end of this."But I was scared. More scared than I'd been in a long time. Even breaking into that government facility hadn't felt this violating, this personal.Someone had been in my home. My safe space. Watching me sleep, shower, cook, live my life. And I'd had no idea.My mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all.Was i

LOGANI was boiling inside, every muscle in my body coiled tight with anger, but I kept my face neutral as I walked away from Olivia's apartment. Controlled and calm. Just a concerned ex-boyfriend who'd been politely turned away.The mask stayed in place as I made my way down the stairs, through the lobby, across the parking lot toward my car. Each step felt like walking through fire, the anger building with every breath until I thought I might explode.The second I got inside my car and closed the door, I screamed.I slammed my fist against the steering wheel three times, then brought it down hard on my thigh, welcoming the sharp burst of pain.Fuck. FUCK.I'd watched them have sex that morning. Again. Through the cameras I'd so carefully planted in her apartment, I'd seen everything—her underneath him, moaning his name, looking at him like he was her entire fucking world.It made me want to rip something apart with my bare hands.All my plans, all my careful orchestration, and it wa