All Chapters of His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Orana’s Point of ViewMy eyes blinked against the blinding light that burned straight into them. When I opened my eyes.I groaned and tried to turn away, but something bit into my wrists before I could move far. I pulled against the things holding me in place, but didn’t budge.My heartbeat stumbled as I realized my hands were tied behind my chair.The room smelled damp and dusty, like old wood left shut for too long. A single fluorescent tube hung above me, too bright for my eyes.A soft voice floated through the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”My eyes finally adjusted enough to make out the woman standing in front of me, and my breath stopped.Carla.She stood there smiling as if we were old friends meeting for coffee. Her blonde hair fell over one shoulder, neat and shiny under the light. She looked beautiful.“Carla?” My voice cracked badly. “What are you doing here?”The last thing I remembered was the hospital and Marissa standing there before everything went black.“Shh,” Carla pr

Orana’s point of viewI stumbled after her, and she turned, bolting out of the room when she saw the gun in my hand.Bet she didn’t think I could overpower Carla and take the gun.“Stop!” I shouted after her, limping towards her. I needed to make sure whoever she was working with didn’t get to Sienna. That they didn’t hurt anyone I care about.She ran outside so fast towards the car. When I came out, cold air slapped against my face as I burst through the door behind her, my gun aimed at her.She jumped into a car, and then the tires screeched before the car disappeared into the darkness.“No!”I screamed, my lungs burning and my feet burning. My chest heaved violently as I stumbled back inside. I needed to find a phone and get out of here.If there’s anything I have come to realize, no one is ever coming to save me. It’s been three days since Carla took me, and if they were going to find me, then they would have by now.Carla’s body was still on the floor. Blood spilling everywhere f

Orana’s Point of ViewThe soft hum of the air conditioner filled the silence while sunlight spilled across the marble floor in long golden strips. Liorah sat on the carpet near the couch, while Madelyn tried to fix her hair in pigtails.I would have loved to do it, but I still haven’t recovered, and my hands shake every time I try to touch anything.Sienna paused beside me, her brows pulling together. “Are you sure you’re okay?”I forced myself to nod with a weak smile.I was fine everywhere else but my heart.“I’m fine,” I lied. Because what was I supposed to say?I still think of the fact that I almost killed someone, and my father ordered a hit on me. God knows why he hates me so much.“I need to make a few calls,” she said carefully, studying my face. “But if you need anything, Madelyn’s here.”My pulse started to pound as I thought of that day when I saw Madelyn walking into Carson Industries.I looked toward Madelyn, who was smiling while helping Liorah with her hair.I don’t kn

Orana’s point of view“What the fuck is he doing here?”His voice came out low and dangerous. I stepped back from Callahan, my chest tightening, seeing the flicker of pain in his eyes.I almost felt sorry for him, but I straightened instead, wiping at my face before either of them could notice the tears still sitting in my eyes. “This is none of your business.”Vaughn’s gaze snapped to me, his eyes raking over my body.“It became my fucking business the second I walked in and found him touching you.”Callahan stepped away from me slowly, calm in a way that only seemed to make Vaughn angrier. “Watch how you speak to her.”“Oh, I’m just getting started.”Vaughn took a step forward, walking up to Callahan, his eyes darkened, and his hands curled at his sides, and so did Callahan.I moved between them before either man could do something stupid, stretching out my arms.“Enough.” My voice cracked through the room, hands shaking as I looked directly at Vaughn. “Leave.”His jaw tightened; he

Orana’s point of view Today was the day. The day Liorah met Callahan for the first time officially as father and daughter, and no matter how many times I told myself it was the right thing to do, my stomach churned since I opened my eyes. I cupped Liorah’s face in my hands and smiled at her, even though my insides were churning. Hoping today will go well. “Be good for me, okay,” I murmured, reaching up to smooth a loose strand back into place. She stood still and let me, patient the way she always was when she sensed I needed a moment. My sweet little bunny. It was Penelope who had encouraged me last week when I met her for tea, and I promised to always meet with her every weekend. She told me it was time they met. Despite being Vaughn’s mother, she has treated me like a daughter, and I trust her more every day. Never once has she brought up Vaughn, except for one time when she told me to let him grovel for as long as possible. I was shocked, but she told me, ‘That boy needs to