Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 182: Allison crept through the narrow corridor, each step measured until she found herself swallowed by the suffocating blackness of a hidden room.

The kind of darkness that devoured hope, leaving only dread in its wake.

Before she could even contemplate how to escape, the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the room, steady and unhurried, like the ticking of a relentless clock.

Someone else had entered the secret room.

Great, just my luck.

This is a complete nightmare.

Allison hastily located the closest cabinet and hid inside.

I told you to dig up every scrap of information on those thugs.

If you cant get anything out of the last survivor, silence him.

Dont bring any more of your messes back to my doorstep.

Kellans deep, resonant voice echoed through the room just as warm, dim lights flickered to life, casting shadows along the walls.

Allison had never anticipated encountering him here, of all places.

Peering through the narrow gap in the cabinet door, she watched as Kellan lifted his shirt with one hand, revealing the ripple of toned muscles and the smooth, defined lines of his back.

But it wasnt his physique that sent a jolt of surprise through her.

What truly shocked her was the wall behind him.

It wasnt hiding any dark family secrets as she had imagined.

Instead, the room was adorned with an array of whips and peculiar gadgets.

Handcuffs dangled beside candles, and even collars hung in place like relics of some unspoken indulgence.

It was a collection tailored for desires she had never associated with him.

Wasnt Kellan supposed to be disinterested in women? He always carried himself with an air of aloofness, cool and detached, not someone youd picture indulging in such… extreme tastes.

Allisons mind reeled.

Lloyd family, a place barred from outsiders, yet

shrugged off his

reflection in a large mirror stared back at him as

him, his phone was on speaker, one voice after

could detect the iciness in his

carried a venomous undercurrent, laced with irritation and

again, and dont expect

tone, just a

have time

not the indifferent Kellan she had known here was a

them like

ones who were skinned alive, if any of them are still

as though the savagery he spoke of was as casual as a dinner

they had

herself blindsided by the revelation

it was still hard to reconcile this

the two versions of him

brutal methods of torture as if he were merely debating the merits of a

mistaking it he had walked

sheer weight of his authority pressed down like a heavy stone, making

a volatile madman, one who could flip from

knowing this side of Kellan

puzzled her were the items

lifted her gaze, studying the

striking, the materials fresh and fine, yet she hadnt expected Kellans preferences to lean so far into the

blissfully unaware that another presence shared the room with

pain, he applied ointment to

remained level as he instructed, Get my grandmother

had a nice view, but the staff couldnt care

Mountains scenery being

set up a private facility there and put

the line hesitated before saying, But

the old sanatorium could

layer

sneer carried a cold

Theyre all incompetent.