All Chapters of Married The Wrong Groom: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Claire CynthI was completely out of breath as I ran toward the mansion, my lungs burning and my shoes scraping harshly against the pavement as adrenaline pushed me forward without allowing me to slow down. We had received a signal from the men stationed around the mansion that someone had broken in, and the urgency in their voices was enough to make my blood run cold.Without wasting another second, I sprinted out of the other side, and the others followed immediately behind me, all of us moving with the same silent understanding that if something had happened to her, none of us would ever forgive ourselves. My heart pounded frantically against my ribs, so violently that it almost hurt, because the thought of Ali being harmed inside a place that was supposed to be the safest for her made my stomach twist in dread.Boss Astley arrived just as I reached the front steps of the mansion, his car screeching to a halt before he stepped out in one swift motion, not sparing a glance at anyo

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Oh, Will, hold me please! I don’t want to drown!” Chloe’s voice rang out across the water for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon.Her arms wrapped tightly around William’s as though the ocean had suddenly transformed into a violent storm determined to swallow her whole.“We’ll both drown if you keep clinging onto me like that, silly,” William replied with an amused chuckle, sounding more entertained than concerned as he tried to steady both of them against the gentle waves.Before she arrived, everything had been peaceful and uncomplicated between William and me, as we had been swimming under the open sky with nothing but endless blue surrounding us, the ocean shimmering under the sunlight like scattered diamonds. He had even teased me about racing toward the shore, flashing that competitive grin of his while splashing water in my direction, and for a brief moment, it had felt lighthearted and easy, the kind of carefree afternoon that makes you f

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyAlexander almost froze at what I said.He slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine, his eyes dark and searching, as if trying to determine whether I truly understood what I was asking for. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, the restraint in his expression obvious. It looked like he wanted what I wanted too.“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his voice deeper than before, roughened by desire he was clearly trying to control.My heart pounded loudly in my chest. I could feel the warmth radiating from him, the tension coiled in every muscle of his body. My eyes briefly lowered, and the intensity of the moment made my breath hitch.I nodded slowly. I could see how huge it was like it wanted to escape from the shorts to introduce itself to me.Without a word, I placed my hands against his beach shorts, my fingers brushing over that warmth and hardness. The contact made him release a short, sharp gasp, as if he had been holding his breath the entire time.His hands i

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI breathed heavily, trying to steady myself as I squinted my eyes at him, my grip tightening around the blanket wrapped around my body. “What do you think you are doing?” I asked calmly, even though my pulse was racing and my thoughts were anything but calm.He looked like he wanted to confront me about what I had just done—about the knife I had instinctively reached for—but instead, he sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as if gathering patience.“I am sleeping with you tonight.”My eyes widened. “What? Aren’t you with Chloe?” I asked immediately, confusion evident in my tone, but he only shrugged as if the matter was insignificant.“We are sleeping in separate rooms all the time if we are together, and I snuck in here,” he admitted honestly, completely unfazed by the boldness of his confession. “And why are you hiding a knife under your pillow?”“For people like you who might attack me while I am sleeping,” I rolled my eyes before pointing firmly a

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“I ate the patties you cooked,” Alexander casually said while driving away from the villa, his hands steady on the steering wheel as though nothing significant had happened back there. “And why do you need to visit him?”His tone was calm, almost indifferent, but I knew better than to assume he was unaffected. I kept my eyes fixed on the road ahead, watching the passing lights blur into long streaks of gold and white as the car moved forward.“It was my fault he got hospitalized,” I said firmly, refusing to look at him even for a second. “And what happened with Chloe back there?”The memory of her expression lingered in my mind, dramatic and emotional, as if the entire world revolved around her pain.“It’s one of her tantrums,” Alexander replied shortly, his voice flat and controlled.I could tell he didn’t want to elaborate. He rarely did when it involved her. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms tightly against my chest, leaning back against the seat as frustr