All Chapters of THE BRIDE HE NEVER WANTED: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

The maid remained frozen outside the empty guest room. She looked at Lia’s bag again. It was still there. That made the situation even stranger. If Lia had not left the mansion, where had she gone?She slowly stepped into the hallway and looked toward Adrian’s bedroom. The door was closed. Her heart began to beat faster. She remembered the way Lia had spoken to Adrian earlier. She had seemed calm, almost too calm. The maid had also noticed how quickly Lia had disappeared from the guest room.Something was wrong.She walked toward Adrian’s room. With every step she became more nervous. When she reached the door she stopped. There was no sound coming from inside. She leaned closer. Still nothing.The maid hesitated before placing her hand against the door. It was slightly open. She pushed it just enough to see inside.Then she froze.Lia was below Adrian and had her hands around his dick, stroking and trying to make it hard. Adrian on the other hand was clearly not himself. His body lo

Inside the twins room. Lila woke up because her throat felt dry.She turned beneath her blanket and opened her eyes. The room was dark. For a few seconds she stayed still, listening to the quiet mansion. Everything seemed peaceful. She glanced at the clock beside her bed, then sat up.She was thirsty.Lila climbed out of bed and quietly opened her bedroom door. She did not want to wake Elias. He was sleeping peacefully, and she knew he would complain if she disturbed him.She stepped into the hallway. The mansion looked different at night. The lights were low, and the long corridor seemed much bigger than it did during the day. She needed water from the fridge but where it was, it was high for her to reach. So she walked toward Clara’s room first. She pushed the door open carefully.“Aunty Clara?”There was no answer. Clara was fast asleep.Lila stood there for a moment, wondering whether she should wake her. She decided against it. She closed the door quietly and walked toward Emma’

Clara and Lila stepped into the hallway. The mansion was quiet. Only the soft hum of the air conditioning filled the long corridor. The low night lights cast thin shadows along the walls. Clara still could not believe what Lila had just told her. Her mind kept going back to the words. Nathan. Inside Serena’s room. Trying to take her clothes off while she slept. It sounded impossible. Nathan had come on the beach trip with them. He had argued with Adrian, yes, but this? Clara’s stomach twisted. Lila’s small hand stayed locked around hers. The little girl’s fingers were cold and tight. “He is still there,” Lila whispered, looking up at her. “I saw him, Aunty Clara. He was by Mommy’s bed, we need to hurry, he might be hurting mommy.” Clara looked down at her. Lila’s eyes were wide and wet. Her lower lip trembled. “Are you sure it was him?” Clara asked softly. Lila nodded hard. “It was the uncle from the beach. The one who argued with Daddy. He was standing right next to Mommy.

Nathan’s fingers finally worked the stubborn button free. The fabric gave a soft pop. He tugged the zipper down next, slow and sure. Serena lay still on the bed, face turned to the wall, breathing even and deep. Nothing would wake her now. The obstacle keeping him from starting what he came to do was gone. His shirt was already on the floor somewhere behind him. He unzipped his trousers too and climbed the bed. The cool air of the room touched his bare back. He reached for the waistband of her trousers, ready to slide them down her hips. Then the door slammed open so hard it bounced off the wall. Nathan’s head snapped around. Four security men filled the doorway. Behind them stood Emma, phone in her hand, face hard as stone. Clara was a step to the side, one arm around Lila. For one second Nathan froze. The calm certainty he had carried all night cracked and fell away. His hands were still on Serena’s trousers. One of the guards crossed the room in two long steps. A thick

“Show me.” Clara moved closer to the bed and unlocked her phone. I gave Lila to Clara while I played the recording. “Are you sure you want to watch it now?” Clara asked quietly. “Yes. I need to see what he did.” She handed me the phone. The video began with a view through the small opening in my bedroom door. Nathan stood beside my bed, his shirt already off. I watched him lean over me, touching my shoulder and trying to get a response. I did not move. He shook me again, harder this time, but my eyes remained closed. He looked around the room before turning back to me. My fingers tightened around the phone. I watched him reach for my blouse and pull it open. Then he turned his attention to my trousers. The recording caught enough for me to understand what he had been doing. He had not been helping me. He had been preparing to take advantage of me while I could not defend myself. My own face stared back at me from the screen. I looked completely unaware of the danger beside