《The Wife He Never Loved 》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

Third Person POV They were all seated around the long mahogany table, the air thick with tension. Kyle sat at the head like he already owned the room, legs crossed, a cold, satisfied smile on his face. The council members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their eyes darting between him and the signed document that had just stripped them of power. Aria stood off to the side, still held firmly by two of Kyle’s men, her face pale, cheeks swollen, eyes red from crying.Everything was quiet until the sound of gunshots threw everything off balance.The sound was deafening, ricocheting off marble walls and high ceilings. Glass shattered somewhere in the distance. Shouts and heavy footsteps followed.Everyone froze.Kyle frowned, standing up slowly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.“What the hell…?”The council members gasped, eyes wide with fright. Several ducked under the table, chairs scraping violently. One elderly woman knocked over a glass of water, the liquid spillin

Third Person POV Aria drifted in and out of consciousness, her body burning with fever.Everything felt cold … the sheets beneath her, the air in the room, the distant hum of machines. But inside, she was on fire. Sweat soaked her skin, yet chills ran down her spine like icy fingers. The pain in her side was a constant, dull throb, flaring every time she breathed too deeply. Her head felt heavy, her thoughts were scattered and hazy.But through the haze, she felt someone holding her.Strong arms wrapped around her gently, a warm chest pressed against her back. Soft words murmured into her hair … low, soothing, full of love and regret.“I’ve got you,” the voice whispered. “I’m here. I’m not leaving you. Rest, my love. Just rest.”The touch eased the pain. The voice calmed the fever. She leaned into it, clinging to the comfort like a lifeline in the darkness. Fingers brushed her forehead, wiping away sweat. A hand stroked her back in slow, steady circles. The warmth of another body g

Third Person POV Aria stepped out of the sleek black car onto the red carpet, the long burgundy gown flowing around her like liquid fire. Cameras flashed in a relentless storm, but she only smiled brighter, laughing softly as reporters shouted her name. She waved at the crowd with genuine joy, her natural curls bouncing with every graceful step. The warm brown skin she had finally learned to love glowed under the bright lights. She looked dazzling … confident, radiant, and fully alive.After resting for one year, she is back and dominating the field once more! Expected of Myles’ daughter!The comments flooded the live streams and social media in real time. She had taken time away to heal from the Circle’s horrors, from Kyle’s obsession, from Jason’s complicated redemption. She had rebuilt herself in a quiet coastal town, opening a small gallery and learning who she was without the weight of the Hartleys.Tonight, she was back.And the world was watching.Inside the grand awards ha

Third Person POV Lucien stood in the shadows across the street, fedora tilted low, eyes locked on the modest house where Elena had disappeared with that man. His hands were still bloody from the rage room, knuckles split and raw. The night air felt cool against his heated skin, but inside, a storm was raging.He moved silently, slipping around the back of the house. Through a cracked window, he could hear voices.The man was on the phone, laughing crudely.“Yeah, she was a good fuck. Tight, feisty. Put up a fight at first but melted once I got going. When I’m done with her, the rest of the boys can share her among themselves. She’ll be too worn out to complain.”Lucien’s breathing grew heavy. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought to cage the rage boiling inside him. His vision tunneled, red at the edges. He pulled out his phone with shaking fingers and hit record, capturing every filthy word.The call ended. The man laughed again, pleased with himself.Lucien stepped forward

Third Person POV The flowers arrived before nine.Aria had barely settled into her office, the morning light slanting across the gallery’s polished floors, when the door opened with a soft knock. Anna stepped in … her new assistant, hired only three weeks ago, all warm smiles and effortless grace. She was strikingly beautiful, the kind of beautiful that made people forget what they were saying mid-sentence, with smooth dark skin and eyes that always seemed to be holding back a smile. In her arms she carried an enormous bouquet of peonies and white ranunculus, the petals so full they looked almost unreal.“For you, Miss Aria,” Anna said, setting them carefully on the desk. “They just came. The whole front office smells like a garden now.”Aria blinked at the flowers, momentarily struck by their sheer extravagance. “There must be three dozen here.”“Closer to five, I counted.” Anna grinned. “Should I find a vase, or three?”Aria laughed despite herself and reached for the small card