All Chapters of The Bride He Never Wanted : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Incredibly hard

OLIVIAI opened my mouth, ready to spill everything that had happened… the cameras, Logan showing up, the fear that had been gnawing at me all day. But then I hesitated.No. I wasn't going to do that.I couldn't just go around telling everyone about this. Not when I didn't know who to trust. Not when someone had managed to plant cameras in my apartment without me noticing. At this point, I didn't know who was safe to confide in.So instead, I smiled and took a sip of my wine. "It was nothing, actually. Just stressed out from everything, you know? Running the restaurant, dealing with... life stuff. But I think I'm better now."Axiel studied me for a moment, and I wondered if he could tell I was holding back. But then he smiled and nodded. "Alright then. I'm glad you're better. Everyone needs a mental health day now and then.""Exactly," I said, grateful he wasn't pushing. "Sometimes you just need to make pasta and reset.""The therapeutic power of carbs," Axiel said with a grin. "I fu

Sympathy

OLIVIAWe continued washing and drying in silence for a few moments, and I felt a wave of sympathy for Axiel. He'd lost his grandmother, discovered he had a twin brother… all within the span of a few months."Ryan's lucky to have you," I said. "You both are lucky to have found each other."Axiel glanced at me. “And Ryan's lucky to have you. You know that, right?"I felt my cheeks warm slightly. "I don't know about that.”He handed me the last plate. "But seriously, Olivia. You're good for him. I can see it."“I think that's giving me too much credit," I said, focusing intently on drying the plate."I don't think it is." Axiel pulled the plug on the sink, letting the soapy water drain. "You saved his life. You risked everything for him. That's not nothing.""Anyone would have…""No," Axiel interrupted gently. "Not anyone. Most people would have run. Would have saved themselves. You didn't. That makes you exceptional."I set down the dried plate and the towel, not quite knowing what to

I’m sorry

OLIVIAA tap on my leg made me wake up with a start. I blinked groggily, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of my bedroom. The laptop was still on my chest, the documentary playing on a loop, the screen showing credits rolling.I looked up to see Lena smiling down at me, her arms crossed as she perched on the edge of my bed."Lena?" I said, my voice thick with sleep. "You're back?"For Lena to be back, it had to be late. Really late. She usually worked until closing at the restaurant, which meant...I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen. 10 PM. And my laptop battery was at 2%, the little red icon blinking at me urgently. Of course… I'd left the documentary playing on repeat while I slept."Fuck," I muttered, reaching for my charger and plugging in my phone. "I slept off.""I can see that," Lena said with amusement. "Found you conked out with your laptop still playing. You were snoring, by the way.""I don't snore," I protested automatically, sitting up and

Complicated feelings

RYANI was stressed and exhausted, the weight of the entire day pressing down on my shoulders. From the moment we'd discovered those cameras in Olivia's apartment to the frustrating conversation with Marcus about not having solid proof that Logan was behind it all… everything felt like it was spiraling just slightly out of my control.I sat at my desk in the penthouse office, staring blankly at my laptop screen without really seeing it. My mind kept replaying the look on Olivia's face when we'd found those cameras, the violation and fear in her eyes. And then Logan showing up at her door, playing the concerned ex-boyfriend while probably knowing exactly what we'd discovered.The rage that thought sparked made my hands clench into fists.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts."Come in," I called out, already knowing who it would be.Uncle Richard entered, his expression concerned as he took in my tense posture and the obvious stress written all over my face. "You alright, son?

In love with you

RYANLena grabbed her purse from the couch, giving me a pointed look. "Take good care of her, Ryan. I mean it.""I will," I promised. "I swear.""Good. Because if anything happens to her..." She let the threat hang in the air, but the protective fire in her eyes said everything. Then her expression softened. "But I trust you. You're one of the good ones.""Thanks, Lena."She pulled Olivia into a quick hug. "Call me if you need anything. Anything at all. I don't care what time it is.""I will," Olivia said, hugging her back. "Thank you. For everything.""That's what best friends are for." Lena pulled back, giving her one more assessing look. "Now go be safe and let this man take care of you for once."With one last wave, Lena was gone, leaving us alone in the apartment.I immediately walked over to Olivia and pulled her into my arms, holding her tight against my chest. She melted into me, her arms wrapping around my waist as she buried her face in my shirt."How are you?" I asked softl

Home

OLIVIARyan insisted on carrying all my bags himself, refusing to let me take even the smallest one despite my protests. He slung the straps over his shoulders with an ease that reminded me he was far stronger than he looked, his werewolf nature giving him abilities that still sometimes caught me off guard.We walked down the hallway together, and I noticed how his eyes constantly scanned our surroundings… checking corners, glancing at doors, his body positioned slightly in front of mine. It should have felt overbearing, but instead it made me feel cherished and protected.When we reached his car in the parking lot, he set the bags down just long enough to open the passenger door for me."You know I can open my own door, right?" I said, even as I took his hand and let him help me into the seat."I know," he said with warm eyes as he looked at me. "But humor me. I like taking care of you."Before I could respond, he'd closed the door gently and was already loading my bags into the trun

Filthy sound

RYANI walked toward her slowly, watching the way her breath quickened, the way her pupils dilated with anticipation. She was so beautiful standing there in my penthouse, looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.My hand came up to trace the line of her jaw, down her neck, feeling her pulse racing beneath my fingertips. She shivered at the touch, and I couldn't help the possessive satisfaction that surged through me."You're mine," I murmured, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. "Say it.""Yours," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine.My hand continued its path down, over her collarbone, between her breasts, feeling her heart hammering. I could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, and it made my wolf stir with approval."Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I asked, my fingers finding the hem of her sweater. "How crazy you make me?""Show me," she challenged.That was all the invitation I needed.I pulled her sweater up and over her head,

Beautifully Clumsy

OLIVIAI was exhausted… but in the best possible way. The kind of exhaustion that came from being thoroughly loved, fucked, and satisfied. My body felt like jelly, every muscle relaxed in a way I hadn't felt in days.I watched Ryan walk toward the door to get the food, admiring the way his muscles moved beneath his skin, the confident way he carried himself even in just his boxers. God, he was beautiful. And he was mine.I didn't want to think about anything else, right now, at this moment, there was only Ryan and the way he made me feel safe and cherished and completely, utterly loved.He collected the food from the delivery person, exchanged a few polite words, and then turned back toward the bedroom with several bags in hand. When he saw me still lying there, naked and languid on his bed, his eyes darkened again with want."Don't look at me like that," I said with a lazy smile. "I can barely move.""Good," he said, setting the food down on the dresser. "That was the goal."He walke

A temporary obstacle

AXIELI couldn't sleep. I'd been rolling through the bed all night, tossing and turning, the sheets tangling around my legs as my mind refused to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Olivia, looking at Ryan with those soft, trusting eyes. Olivia, laughing at something he said. Olivia, choosing him over and over again.The clock on the nightstand read 3:47 AM. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through our text conversation from earlier in the day. She'd told me she was staying with Ryan for a while, "just until things settle down." I threw the phone onto the bed beside me and stared at the ceiling, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I'd had a plan… befriend her, get close to her, make her see that I understood her in ways Ryan never could. Show her that I could give her everything she needed, everything she deserved.But now? Now she was locked away in Ryan's penthouse, probably wrapped up in his arms right now, and I had no way to reach her. No

Just fucking drive

LOGAN"Another," I slammed my glass down on the bar, and the sound was sharp enough to make the businessman next to me flinch.The bartender… Miguel, according to his name tag… gave me a look that said he was reconsidering his career choices. "Sir, I think you've had enough…""I said another." My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I didn't care. I didn't fucking care about anything right now except the burning need to drown out the images playing on repeat in my head.Olivia, in Ryan's arms. In Ryan's bed. In Ryan's fucking penthouse.Miguel hesitated, then poured another shot of whiskey.I threw it back, barely tasting the burn as it slid down my throat. It was my… what, eighth? Ninth? I'd lost count after the fifth, when the edges of my vision had started to blur and the anger had begun to feel almost manageable.Almost. Because the cameras were gone. Every single fucking one of them. Ripped out, discovered, taken away like my eyes into her life had never existed.Four came

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