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.

family, a place barred from outsiders, yet it held this assortment

was still reeling, Kellan shrugged off his shirt entirely, sitting on

reflection in a large mirror stared back at him as

phone was on speaker, one voice after another reporting in, but

from her hiding spot, Allison could detect the

undercurrent, laced with irritation

up again, and

just

have

had known here was a man whose words

them

any of them are

as though the savagery he spoke of was

face it, they had

blindsided by the revelation of Kellans concealed ruthlessness and

it was still hard to reconcile this brooding, violent version of Kellan with the man she had once

chasm between the two versions of him was wide and

to Kellan calmly discuss brutal methods of torture as if he were

had walked down this dark

his authority pressed down like a heavy stone, making

one who could flip from cold calculation to explosive anger

Kellan

her were the items on

lifted her gaze, studying

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

unaware that another presence

accustomed to pain, he applied ointment to the wound on his

Get my

but the staff couldnt care less about

Mountains scenery

private facility there

end of the line hesitated

director of the old sanatorium could make a

thin layer of impatience creeping into

carried a

Theyre all incompetent.