Todos os capítulos de Married The Wrong Groom: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Claire Cynth“She hasn’t come home yet again,” I said worriedly as I checked the main door for the third time that night. My chest felt tight. “Where is Malix?”So much had been happening underground that I could barely keep up anymore. The boys were constantly dealing with things they refused to explain to me fully, brushing off my questions with half-answers and tense expressions.Orange had been gravely injured the other day. He had finally woken up—but the relief didn’t last long. He couldn’t speak.Everyone was on edge.Sebastian, especially, was livid. He had gone completely cold, relentless. He was hunting people connected to the Coles after witnesses claimed that the last people seen near Orange’s unconscious body were men acting under William Cole’s orders.Nothing felt stable anymore.I couldn’t even leave the house without informing someone. What if Alliyah came back and no one was home? And beyond that, I couldn’t risk my identity being exposed. Not now.The boss had told

Chester VillanuevaI couldn’t deny the surge of satisfaction that washed over me when she agreed to speak with me privately through text.After everything that had happened between us, after the distance and the tension, she still chose to walk out of that room with me instead of rejecting me in front of everyone. If she truly wanted nothing to do with me, she could have easily dismissed me on the spot. She could have humiliated me in front of them, especially in front of Alexander Astley.But she didn’t.That alone told me more than she probably intended.Alliyah was many things, but she had never been good at hiding her emotions from me. I knew how deeply she once cared. I knew how invested she had been in us, how she would memorize my habits, how she would look at me like I was the center of her world. A woman doesn’t just erase that kind of attachment overnight. I guess old habits don’t disappear that easily, huh?Yes, she had made me chase her longer than I expected. She had be

Malix Alphine“Fuck!” I cursed under my breath as another punch landed squarely against my stomach, the impact forcing the air out of my lungs so violently that I nearly dropped to my knees right then and there.Masked men had cornered me in one of the darker sections of the underground district while I was conducting my research, and they boldly claimed to be Cole’s people, sent specifically to avenge a friend of theirs who had supposedly been hurt.Which didn’t make any sense.I hadn’t killed anyone recently, not during this investigation, at least. Plus, I had been extremely discreet about my movements, careful not to leave traces that could lead anyone back to the Astley organization or to me.For the past few weeks, I had been quietly searching through the underground networks, hunting for information rather than people, especially regarding how Chloe Wayheml had resurfaced without a single trace of history explaining her disappearance.Boss had been paying close attention to her

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI was painfully aware of the warmth pooling low in my stomach, of the way my body betrayed me despite my attempt to stay composed. I could feel my wetness down there, of how much I want it with him.His hand drifted lower, caressing what was between my thighs, so I quickly cupped my mouth, trying to silence the soft sound that nearly escaped my lips.Instead of continuing, he stepped back slightly, his jaw tightening as if he were fighting an internal battle. Without a word, he reached for my clothes and carefully adjusted them, dressing me again with surprising gentleness—even though every movement seemed reluctant.The restraint in his expression was almost more dangerous than his touch.Then he did something that made my heart skip.He took my hand and guided it downward, placing it near his belt. My breath caught when I felt the undeniable tension there—proof that I wasn’t the only one struggling.“That’s how much I want you right now, wife,” he murmured, h

Claire CynthI stood outside the mansion, leaning lightly against one of the tall marble pillars near the terrace as I exhaled a slow stream of cigarette smoke into the cold night air. The faint scent of tobacco lingered around me, curling upward before dissolving into the darkness that blanketed the estate. It had been a long time since I last allowed myself to touch a cigarette, but tonight felt different in a way that made my chest feel tight and restless.Tonight would be my first night going undercover again.Although I had always told myself that I was mentally prepared for assignments like this, that I had trained too long and too hard to be shaken by the thought of stepping back into the shadows, I could not deny the quiet anxiety lingering beneath my composed exterior. Even during periods when I was not given underground tasks, I never stopped training, never allowed my body or instincts to dull. I sharpened my aim, strengthened my endurance, refined my reflexes, and remin