All Chapters of The Bride He Never Wanted : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

OLIVIAI reached the boat first, and Ryan’s uncle was right behind me. He stepped in front of me and stretched his hand out so I could climb in safely. I took it, letting him help me up, and managed a tired smile. “Thank you.”“You’re welcome, dear,” he replied gently.Once I was inside, I turned to look back… and of course, they were still at it. Logan and Ryan were practically wrestling now, both of them shoving and throwing punches, Daisy trying and failing to pull Logan back. It looked ridiculous, embarrassing and exhausting.Ryan’s uncle didn’t even react. He just watched them for a second, then shifted his focus back to me.“Are you alright?” he asked quietly.“Yes,” I nodded. “I’m fine.”“Good.”He straightened and signaled to the men already inside the boat. “Move. You'll come back for my nephew and the rest later.”My eyes widened a little. “You’re leaving them?”“Yes,” he said casually, stepping into the boat beside me. “Don’t worry. They’ll meet us soon.”I blinked, still

RYANThe boat ride back felt longer than it actually was. The engine hummed, the waves slapped gently against the sides, and everyone sat in stiff, uncomfortable silence. I wasn’t surprised my uncle left me behind. It wasn’t the first time he did something like that. He loved me in his own strange way, but he also believed in consequences, discipline and lessons.Still… I knew why he’d done it.He was happy. Really happy.Because I’d found my mate. Because the curse was broken. Because after years of being stuck in that damn wheelchair, I was finally on my feet again. And all of that… was because of her.Olivia.My chest tightened instantly at the thought of her. I didn’t know how my uncle found her or what strings he pulled, but I was grateful. Truly grateful. Every second of walking on my own felt like a miracle I didn’t deserve.And now all I wanted was to get home and apologise properly and sincerely. Beg if I had to. I didn’t know how yet, but I’d find a way. There was no world

OLIVIAI woke up with a long, dragging stretch, my joints popping one by one as if they were annoyed. I'd finally decided to move. For a few seconds I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, confused about where I was or what time it was.I shot upright and grabbed my phone.6:42 p.m.“What the hell…” I muttered.I had slept the entire day. Literally the whole day. No wonder my body felt like it had been poured into the mattress. The moment I booked the closest decent hotel I could find. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted a wall, a lock, and a bed.Now that I had all three, maybe I had overdone the sleeping part. I rubbed my stomach, and it growled back at me loudly.“Oh God, I’m starving.”Should I order pizza?Maybe, but no… I wanted real food.Something heavy and greasy. Something that would make me fall into another coma.“Grilled chicken and rice,” I whispered to myself. “Yep. A whole chicken. I deserve it.”I stretched again, my arms above my head, feeling all the tension me

LOGANMy chest hurt.Not the kind of hurt that made you gasp or hold your ribs.No.The slow, deep, splitting kind. The kind that started in your stomach, climbed into your lungs, and settled right behind your heart like a knife wedged permanently in the wrong place.I stared straight ahead as Olivia drove, refusing to let myself look at her for too long, because every time I did… that image hit me again.Her being naked on the sand, beside him. That bastard.I tried… God, I tried not to think about it, but the scene replayed in my head like someone hit repeat and snapped the remote in half.It tore something inside me.Ripped it clean.But I wasn’t going to bring it up, not now.Not when she was sitting beside me, actually letting me stay close to her again.I didn’t care about that scene anymore. I didn’t care about what I saw or how much it hurt.All I knew was this: She was leaving him.And I was going to do everything… everything, to make sure she didn’t leave me again.I’d messe

RYANPanic hit me so fast it felt like someone kicked my ribs from the inside.I didn’t think… I just ran out of her room.Down the hallway, barefoot. My heart pounded so violently it felt like it was trying to tear itself out of my chest.Halfway down the stairs, I nearly crashed into one of the maids carrying folded towels.I grabbed her shoulder before she could move past me.“Did you see Olivia today?” I rasped.She blinked rapidly, not at the question.At my legs.Her eyes went wide, like she couldn’t believe I was standing in front of her on my own two feet.“Sir… your… you’re walking…”“I SAID DID YOU SEE MY WIFE?!” I snapped, louder than I meant to, my voice shaking with fear.She jumped, startled, clutching the towels to her chest.“N–No, sir,” she stuttered, shaking her head quickly. “I haven’t seen her. At all. Since three days ago.”My stomach dropped.I let go of her and took off down the remaining stairs so fast I almost slipped.I didn’t care. I needed answers NOW.I re