《The Wife He Never Loved 》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

Third Person POV Aria had finally fallen into a restless sleep, her body exhausted from crying and struggling against the silk ties..Aria’s body had simply given up, surrendering to unconsciousness while her wrists still ached from hours of straining against the silk ties. Even in sleep she wasn’t free. She ran through fields that stretched endlessly, grass cold beneath her bare feet, wind whipping her hair back , almost there, almost out … and then warmth pressed against her mouth, Her eyes snapped open.Kyle’s face was directly in front of her. He was leaning over her, one hand cradling her jaw with a tenderness that made her stomach turn, his lips brushing hers like this was something she’d wanted. Like she’d been waiting. His breath was warm and faintly sweet, his body a wall of heat above her, and for one heartbeat she didn’t understand what was happening.The moment she did she wrenched her face away so hard her neck cracked.“How long are you going to keep being stubborn?

Third Person POVThe first thing Aria felt was warmth.Soft blankets tucked around her, the distant crackle of a fire, the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke. For a moment, she lay perfectly still, confused by the absence of cold stone walls and the sound of Kyle’s footsteps outside a locked door.Then consciousness rushed back like a flood.She sat up fast, heart slamming against her ribs, eyes flying open … and found Jason.He was slumped in the armchair beside the bed, one hand resting on his knee, head tilted slightly to the side. He was sleeping. But he looked terrible. Pale as paper, dark circles carved deep beneath his eyes.Aria stared at him for three seconds.Then she grabbed the pillow.“You sedated me,” she hissed, launching herself off the bed. The first blow caught him across the shoulder. He jolted awake with a sharp gasp of confusion. “Aria …”She swung again. He raised both arms to block it, twisting sideways in the chair. The pillow connected hard with his forearm.

Third Person POV Kyle’s phone rang as he was finishing his meeting with Lucien’s contact. The moment he saw the number, his blood ran cold.One of his men at the penthouse.He answered instantly.“Sir… she’s gone.”The words hit him like a bullet.Kyle didn’t wait for more explanation. He dropped everything, stormed out of the building, and drove like a man possessed. The city blurred past him in streaks of light and shadow. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw was locked, eyes burning with a dangerous mix of rage and fear.When he reached the penthouse, he burst through the door like a hurricane.“Aria!” he shouted, voice echoing through the empty space.He ran from room to room, heart hammering.The bedroom was empty. The silk ties lay cut on the floor. The kitchen was untouched. The living room silent. Every corner he checked felt colder than the last.“Aria!” he called again, voice cracking with desperation. “Aria, where are you?”No

Third Person POV Elena sat on the edge of the large leather couch in the dimly lit living room, knees drawn up to her chest. The silk robe Lucien had given her felt too soft, and too luxurious against her skin … like a pretty cage wrapped around her body.Her wrists were no longer tied, but the invisible chains were heavier than ever. The wound on her head had been cleaned and bandaged, but it still throbbed with every heartbeat.She stared at the floor, mind racing.Lucien was dangerous. Unpredictable and for some reason unknown to her was utterly obsessed with her.And yet… he hadn’t killed her.The sound of the front door opening made her tense. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. She didn’t look up immediately, but she felt his presence the moment he entered the room … that dark, suffocating aura that seemed to swallow all the light.Lucien stopped a few feet away.Elena finally lifted her gaze.He was smiling.It was a terrifying smile … wide, beautiful, and completely

Kyle's POV I hummed a soft tune under my breath as I adjusted my tie in the rearview mirror. The silk felt smooth against my fingers, it was my most expensive suit, perfect for today. Today was a good day. A victorious day. The kind of day I had waited my entire life for.I stepped out of the car in front of the grand Hartley family estate, the same mansion that had looked down on me like I was dirt for years. The butler … old, stiff, and loyal to the core to Jason, hurried forward with his usual bow.“Master Kyle, welcome home. Shall I…”I shoved him aside without a word, not even bothering to look at him. He stumbled back, shocked, but said nothing. They were all learning their place.I walked straight into the main hall, my shoes clicking against the marble floors that had once echoed with my father’s disdain for me. The entire family council was already gathered … the elders, the cousins, the distant relatives who had never given me more than a sneer. They sat around the long t