Todos los capítulos de Be Mine Again, Dear Wife: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Malakai was barely breathing. With every second Harper stayed missing, the more his chest constricted. Nolan was unpredictable. He didn't know what he would do in the name of revenge. And the thought was slowly driving him crazy.The command room had gone unnaturally quiet, the low hum of the servers fading into the background as his phone lit up in his hand.An unknown number was requesting a video call with him. He stiffened, preparing himself. Then he answered it.At first, there was only darkness, followed by muffled sounds. And then, the lights came on. And there she was.Harper.She was bound to a chair, her wrists tied behind her back, her ankles secured. Her hair was dishevelled, the long strands sticking to the damp tear tracks on her cheeks. Her lips trembled like she was trying to stay strong and failing by inches."Kai..."Her voice cracked and Malakai's entire body went rigid. He felt as though he'd just been stabbed deep in the chest with a red-hot knife. He'd promi

Harper stood in the bathroom of the master suite, the door locked behind her. The house was quiet, but inside her head it was deafening. She felt sick, violated, and dirty.Her stomach churned as fragments of the past few days crashed over her. Reyes' voice slithered through her mind like poison."Good girl..."The way he had praised her while forcing himself into her mouth. The way he had groaned her name as he came down her throat, holding her head in place so she couldn't pull away.Harper dropped to her knees in front of the toilet, barely making it in time before she threw up. Her body heaved again and again, until there was nothing left but bitter acid burning her throat. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat on her skin.She stayed there on the cold tiles, whimpering softly, her arms wrapped around her middle.It wasn't enough. She felt him everywhere.The memory of his hands, his voice, his mocking laugh as he told her she would learn to crave it.Harper

Harper sat on the closed toilet lid, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. Less than twenty-four hours. That was all Reyes had given her.If she didn't leave of her own accord by tonight, several people would die because of her.She was terrified. So scared that her stomach felt like it was filled with ice. But she couldn't let fear paralyze her. Not when Malakai, the children, and everyone she loved were at risk.She had to be brave. For them.Harper wiped her eyes, stood up, and went to the kitchen. Her hands shook as she poured fresh orange juice into a tall glass. She opened the bottle of sleeping pills Anita had left for Malakai's pain management, measured a proper dose, and crushed them carefully before sprinkling the powder into the juice.She stirred until it dissolved completely, then she took a deep breath and carried the glass into the sitting room.Malakai was lying on the couch, Theo nestled safely in his arms. The baby was babbling softly, his ti

Malakai regained consciousness slowly. It felt like he was dragging himself up through thick, black water, his body heavy and uncooperative. The steady beeping of a monitor pierced through the haze first, then the sharp sting of something taped to his skin.His eyelids fluttered as he processed where he was.Hospital.His chest tightened instantly."Harper—"The word rolled out of him before he was even fully conscious. He jerked upright and gasped from the sheer amount of pain simmering in his chest."—shit—"His vision blurred, the room spinning as his body protested the sudden movement. He gripped the edge of the bed, moaning in pain."Kai."Andrei was there immediately, one hand bracing Malakai's shoulder, the other pressing him back down."Easy," Andrei said. "Don't—""Where is she?" Malakai rasped, trying to shove him off. "Move."Andrei hesitated, and Malakai saw it, his expression darkening."...Where is she?" he repeated, slower this time."She's here," Andrei said carefu

Harper stood outside the private room, steeling herself before pushing the door open. She had taken her time, preparing, reviewing his latest scans, adjusting the treatment plan, and reminding herself that this was purely professional. She was his doctor now. Nothing more.But the moment she stepped inside, her resolve wavered.Malakai lay propped up in the hospital bed, looking exhausted but still devastatingly handsome. His longer hair framed his face in sexy, tousled waves, brushing the collar of the open hospital gown. His eyes, which were tired, heavy-lidded, and filled with longing, followed her every movement as she approached.She forced a professional smile and moved to the side of the bed, adjusting the pillows behind him with careful hands."It's better if you get admitted for closer monitoring," she said softly, avoiding his gaze. "Your stats are unstable. We can run more tests and adjust the medication faster this way."Malakai didn't respond immediately. He simply w