All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Bride : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The air inside the room had long gone stale.It clung to Aria’s skin, thick and sour, like something rotting quietly in the corners. The blindfold over her eyes had been removed two days ago—she thought it was two days, maybe three—but it hadn’t helped. The room was still dim, lit only by a weak bulb hanging from a crooked wire above her head. It flickered sometimes. Slow. Lazy. Like it, too, was tired of existing.Her wrists burned.The rope dug into her skin, rough fibers scraping raw flesh every time she shifted—which wasn’t often anymore. Her ankles were tied to the metal leg of the chair, her muscles cramping from staying in one position too long. Her throat felt like sandpaper. Dry. Cracked. Every breath scratched.She couldn’t remember the last time she had water.Her lips parted slightly, a weak attempt at moisture that never came. Her tongue felt heavy, useless.Allen.The thought floated in and out of her consciousness like a fading echo. His small face. The way he squeezed

Mia’s head had fallen sideways against the back of the hospital chair, her body curled toward Allen’s bed like she was still guarding him even in sleep.The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and something metallic, something that clung to the throat. The machines hummed steadily, their rhythm almost hypnotic. Allen lay still, his chest rising slowly beneath the thin blanket, his lashes resting softly against his cheeks. The bruises along his arm were fading. His skin had color again. Barely, but enough to make hope feel real.Across the room, Evan and Lily were curled together on the narrow couch, limbs tangled, blankets half sliding off them. Evan’s hand rested protectively over Lily’s shoulder, even in sleep.Mia shifted slightly, her neck aching, her mind floating somewhere between exhaustion and worry.Her phone rang.The sharp vibration against the small side table jerked her awake instantly.Her heart slammed against her ribs before her mind fully caught up.She blinked, disori

Light seeped in first. Pale. Hospital-white. Too clean. Too sharp.Then sound.A chair scraping softly. Someone is inhaling too quickly. A breath held like a prayer.“Mia?” Aria’s voice came out rough, barely there. A whisper that hurt her throat.Mia was on her feet instantly.“Oh—God. Aria.” Her chair tipped back slightly as she stood. She leaned over the bed, careful, hands hovering like she didn’t know where she was allowed to touch. “You’re awake. You’re really awake.”Aria blinked again. Slower this time. Her gaze drifted, unfocused, then found Mia’s face.“You’re crying,” she murmured.Mia let out a shaky laugh and wiped at her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Am I? Sorry. I—” She shook her head. “I’m just… happy. So happy.”Aria tried to swallow. Winced.“Water?” Mia asked quickly.Aria nodded faintly.Mia lifted the cup, guiding the straw to her lips. Aria took a small sip, then another, breathing carefully like each movement required permission.Silence settled between them

The hospital hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and the lingering warmth of early morning. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, cutting soft lines across the floor. Mia gripped the car seat tightly, her breath shallow as she pushed the door open, and Aria’s small, pale frame was carried inside.Evan, who had been dozing in the corner of the ward, stirred first. His eyes caught the figure at the doorway immediately. “Mommy!” he shouted, his tiny legs carrying him faster than thought, arms outstretched.Aria froze for a heartbeat, disbelief flickering in her eyes, before she knelt slightly, reaching toward him. “Evan,” she breathed, voice trembling, rough and raw from days of silence and fear.The boy collided with her chest, arms wrapping around her, squeezing as if he could push the world away with his hug. Lily, hearing the commotion, scrambled off the couch, her hair in messy little strands around her face. “Mommy!” she yelled, barreling toward Aria.Aria’s hands flew to catch he

The hotel room felt smaller than it was.It was quiet and tight with breath that didn’t want to move.Liam stood near the window, one hand braced against the glass like it was the only thing keeping him upright. The city lights below blurred together, gold and white streaks bleeding into one another. He hadn’t realized he was shaking until his knuckles started to ache.Behind him, the door clicked shut.Ethan stood in the middle of the room, shoulders back, chin lifted. He was calm. Almost defiant. Like someone who had already decided he was willing to burn the house down—as long as he got to watch the flames.Mr. and Mrs. Voss sat on the couch opposite him. Close together, but not touching.No one spoke.Seconds stretched. A minute, maybe more.Finally, Liam turned.His voice surprised even him. It came out hoarse. Bare. Like it had been dragged across something sharp.“Why?”Ethan’s gaze flicked to him. He didn’t soften neither did he flinch.“Why what?” he asked, though they both k