บททั้งหมดของ Married The Wrong Groom: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Alliyah AgustinI wasn’t entirely sure what was waiting outside my room, but deep down, I had a strong feeling that it wasn’t something we could just walk past unnoticed—it was guarded, heavily enough to make any careless move fatal.Philip could barely move the way he normally would, and that alone made everything feel ten times more difficult than it should have been. Every second counted, yet we were already at a disadvantage. Still, there was one thing working in our favor, no matter how small it seemed: the room she had placed me in was surrounded by windows. They were all sealed shut and blocked off, of course, but their presence alone meant there had to be at least one weak point—some way out that hadn’t been completely secured.I moved slowly, deliberately, going from one window to the next while keeping my steps as quiet as possible. Each one looked the same at first glance, equally useless, equally frustrating, but I refused to give up after a quick inspection. tested th

Claire CynthWhat happened next, after I realized that I had found my brother lying there on the brink of death while Ali was barely holding on as well, dissolved into something distant and indistinct.As if my mind refused to fully register the weight of it all and instead blurred every second into a single overwhelming moment that I could neither slow down nor escape from.The boss and the rest of the team arrived not long after, their presence abrupt yet purposeful, and without wasting even a fraction of time, they immediately arranged for vehicles to take us straight to the hospital, their movements sharp and efficient while everything around me felt unbearably slow, as though I were trapped in place while the world continued without me.Boss Astley had a look on his face that could make anyone uneasy at a single glance, something cold and restrained yet dangerously close to breaking, and when his eyes landed on his ex-wife in that state, he fell completely silent.Whatever words

Alliyah AgustinDays slipped by quietly, blending into one another, and through it all, Claire remained a constant presence at my side. She kept me company in my room, rarely leaving for long, always finding something to occupy my attention. Yet no matter how gentle or well-meaning her efforts were, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was deliberately trying to distract me—like there was something just beyond my reach that she didn’t want me to notice.Alexander, on the other hand, had become a fleeting figure in my days. He would appear in the dead of night while I was half-asleep, a shadow at the edge of my consciousness, only to disappear again before morning came. By the time I woke, he would already be gone, absent for the entire day as if he had never been there at all.Something wasn’t right. I could feel it in the silence, in the way conversations stopped just short of meaning anything. They were keeping something from me—both of them.I tried to reason with myself. It ma

Alliyah AgustinI took a long bath, allowing myself to stay there far longer than I usually would, and it felt like a quiet kind of relief I hadn’t experienced in such a long time that I almost didn’t recognize it at first. The warmth of the water seemed to ease every inch of tension in my body, slowly unraveling the exhaustion that had built up over the past days, and for once, I didn’t rush myself. Instead, I lingered, letting the stillness wrap around me, letting my thoughts drift without direction until everything felt just a little lighter. By the time I finished, I felt refreshed in a way that went beyond the physical, as though I had been given a brief moment to breathe again. I carefully dried my hair before stepping out of our room, making sure I wouldn’t carry the dampness with me.It was almost dawn, and the faint, early light filtering in through the windows gave everything a muted, almost fragile quality, as if the world itself was still deciding whether to wake. I co

Alliyah AgustinOur kisses didn’t just deepen—they unraveled.What began as something slow and searching twisted into something desperate, almost feral. There was no rhythm anymore, no patience—just heat, hunger, and the quiet loss of control. His lips moved against mine like he was trying to claim something, and I answered just as fiercely, meeting every movement with equal need.Our hands couldn’t stay still. They wandered, gripped, pressed—like we were both trying to anchor ourselves, but failing with every passing second.Because there was nothing steady about this. The air between us burned. Every touch fed it. Every breath made it worse. It wasn’t just desire anymore—it was consuming, something heavier, something that pulled us under with no intention of letting go.I let out a sharp breath when his lips tore away from mine, only to descend to my neck. The shift made my head fall back instantly, exposing more of myself to him without thought. His mouth was warm, relentless—li