All Chapters of The Bride He Never Wanted : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RYANI sat there, staring out the wide glass window, watching her storm out of the compound like a cat whose tail just got stepped on.. Well… that was quick.The corner of my mouth lifted slightly in relief. I let out a slow breath, leaning back in my chair as I watched her figure disappear past the gates. Uncle really outdid himself this time. Out of all the women he could’ve dragged into my life, he somehow picked the one who irritated me the most.He actually called that thing my wife.I scoffed and tapped my fingers on the handle of my wheelchair. He knew I didn’t want this. I’d made it clear years ago that I wasn’t marrying anyone, because women were dangerous and deceitful. Cruel in ways most men couldn’t even imagine.My fist tightened against the armrest, the veins in my hand standing out. A dull pain shot through my knuckles, but I didn’t care. The anger always came back whenever I thought about her… the woman who had ruined everything.My mother.Even now, years later, the m

OLIVIARyan’s uncle signaled a waitress over the moment we settled down. “What would you like to eat?” he asked, his voice calm… too calm, considering our last conversation.That was when it hit me- I hadn’t eaten since last night. Since I was thrown out of the pack.My stomach growled right on cue, loud enough for him to hear. I looked down, embarrassed. “Uh… anything’s fine.”He leaned slightly forward. “Or is it that you wolves don’t eat human food?”I looked up, caught off guard. For a second, I thought he was serious, then I noticed the faint smile on his face. I couldn’t help it, I smiled back. “We do,” I said quietly.He chuckled, then turned to the waitress. “We’ll have two plates of rice and chicken. And two bottles of water.”When the food arrived, I didn’t even think twice… I dug in like I hadn’t seen food in days. Maybe because I hadn’t. The first bite hit my tongue, and I nearly moaned. It was so warm, so soft… before I knew it, half the plate was gone.I paused, realizin

OLIVIAI took a deep breath as I looked around the kitchen. My eyes swept across the counter filled with ingredients, and I realized I didn’t even know what Ryan loved to eat. I pressed my palms lightly against the counter and exhaled slowly. “Alright,” I whispered to myself. “Let’s start somewhere.”Just then, one of the maids walked in. She froze for a second when she saw me, then quickly bowed her head. “Madam Olivia,” she said softly, “please, you shouldn’t bother cooking. That’s my duty.”I smiled at her. “I know,” I said gently, “but you’ve been working all day. Rest for tonight. I’ll handle this.”She looked uncertain, her eyes darting toward the door as if she expected someone to stop me. “But, ma’am… Master Ryan doesn’t usually let anyone…”“It’s fine,” I cut in softly. “Just for tonight.”She hesitated, then nodded and stepped aside. I watched her disappear through the doorway, but just as the chef was about to follow her out, I called out. “Wait.”The woman turned, her brow

OLIVIAMy hands were shaking so badly I could barely run them through my hair. I didn’t even have a phone, how was I supposed to find him like this? Where would I even start?“Does his uncle know yet?” I asked quickly, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was racing out of control.The maid shook her head nervously. “No, ma’am. I… I didn’t want to make him panic. I thought maybe Master Ryan just went for some air and would come back soon.”“For some air?” I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief. “He’s in a wheelchair! He can’t just ‘go for some air’ by himself in the middle of the night!”The maid flinched slightly, her eyes glistening with fear. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean…”I exhaled shakily, pressing my palm to my forehead. “No… no, I’m sorry. I just…” My throat tightened. “We need to find him.”The room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating. My mind was spinning, replaying his face before I left his room- the anger, the hurt, the way his voice had cracked w

RYAN The first thing that hit me was the pounding in my head… a sharp, throbbing ache that made me groan aloud. My throat felt dry, my mouth tasted like I’d swallowed sandpaper, and every sound seemed too loud. I blinked a few times, squinting against the morning light that filtered through the curtains. The room slowly came into focus… my room. Wait… my room? I frowned, pushing myself up with one hand and wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my skull. How the hell did I get here? The last thing I remembered was leaving the bar, or at least, trying to. Everything after that was a complete blur. I glanced around. The wheelchair was beside the bed, neatly positioned like someone had pushed it there. My shirt felt loose, the buttons slightly undone, and the faint scent of antiseptic filled the air. That’s when I noticed my hand was neatly bandaged, the gauze wrapped carefully. I stared at it for a second, my brow furrowing. “Who the hell did this?” I leaned forward sligh