The Wife He Never Loved 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Third Person POV Jason stood up slowly, the heavy oak chair scraping loudly against the floor.“If you go after Aria, you go through me,” he said, voice low and steady. “And I promise you… I will burn everything down before I let that happen.”He turned and looked at each of them, one by one, eyes hard. He waited for a response.The elders exchanged looks. Reginald Thorne’s flint eyes narrowed. Victor Kane’s mouth twisted in displeasure. The others shifted uncomfortably in their seats.Reginald spoke first, voice cold and sharp.“How dare you talk back to us? We are the elders of this family. We built this circle. We protected your father’s legacy while you were busy mourning a dead girl and playing house with that replacement wife.”Victor leaned forward, voice rising. “We had originally intended to keep her alive for our amusement. A pretty little distraction. A way to keep an eye on you. But she is causing a fight between you and that bastard Kyle. Sanity must return to the Hart

Third Person POV Mr. Hargrove had been making his nightly rounds when he heard the sound.It was faint at first … a broken, ragged sob that cut through the silence of the old house like a knife. The longtime butler paused in the grand hallway, silver tray still balanced in his hands, head tilting toward the slightly ajar door of the forgotten sitting room.He knew that sound.He had heard it many times when the young master was a boy.Mr. Hargrove set the tray down quietly on a side table and moved toward the door with careful steps. When he peered inside, his heart clenched so tightly he had to press a hand to his chest.Jason … the man now, not the boy … was curled on the cold marble floor, his shoulders were shaking, with his face buried in his hands. Tears slipped between his fingers and hit the stone with soft, heartbreaking sounds.The old butler’s eyes filled with tears of his own.He had watched this boy grow up in this house. He had seen the beatings, the endless lessons,

Aria’s POVThe coastal house was quiet except for the distant crash of waves against the rocks below.Kyle carried me from the dining table to the bedroom, my body still trembling from the last orgasm. My legs felt like jelly. My skin was slick with sweat. I could feel his cum leaking down my thighs, but he didn’t seem to care.He laid me gently on the big bed, then stepped back for a moment. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small black bag.My heart skipped.Toys.He had brought toys.Kyle’s hazel eyes were dark with hunger as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between my spread thighs. He looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour.“You’re going to cum until you can’t anymore,” he said, voice low and rough. “Until you faint. And even then, I’m not stopping.”I shivered, a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs.He pulled out the first toy … a thick, curved vibrator with a clit stimulator. He turned it

Third Person POV Kyle Hartley was never supposed to exist.At least, that was what his father told him the first time he met him.He was six years old, standing in the grand foyer of the Hartley estate, small hands clutching the hem of his worn shirt. His mother had dressed him in the best clothes she could afford … a second-hand button-up and trousers that were too short. She had brushed his hair until it shone and told him to be good.“Be polite,” she whispered, kissing his forehead. “This is your father. He’s a very important man.”The important man had looked down at him with cold hazel eyes … the same eyes Kyle saw every time he looked in the mirror … and said the words that would shape the rest of his life.“You are a mistake. A bastard. But blood is blood. You will be useful.”That was the beginning.Kyle was not raised as a son.He was raised as a weapon.The legitimate heir, Jason, lived in the main wing of the estate with private tutors, lavish birthday parties, and the co

Third Person POV Margaret stood at the gallery entrance, arms still full of papers, and watched Jason walk away.He moved with that effortless confidence … tall, lean, dark hair catching the light, the faint bruises on his jaw only adding to the rugged handsomeness. The way his shoulders filled out the dark shirt, the quiet intensity in his eyes when he had asked about Aria… it was impossible not to notice.She bit her lip, a small, involuntary smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.“How can someone be so handsome?” she murmured under her breath. “Aria is so lucky.”The words slipped out before she could stop them. She had always thought Jason was attractive from a distance … the kind of man who turned heads in any room. But up close, with that tired, regretful look in his eyes and the way he had spoken so softly about wanting to make sure Aria was okay… it hit differently.She shook her head, trying to push the thought away.Then the anger came.A sharp, unexpected flare in he