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.

of the Lloyd family, a place barred from outsiders, yet it held

still reeling, Kellan shrugged off his shirt entirely, sitting

a large mirror stared back at him as he methodically applied ointment

phone was on speaker, one voice

hiding spot, Allison could detect the

carried a venomous undercurrent, laced with

up again, and dont

in his tone, just a cold edge that hinted

dont have time for

was not the indifferent Kellan she had known here was a man whose

wielded them like

who were skinned alive, if any of them are still breathing, carve them up,

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

it, they had it

blindsided by the revelation of Kellans concealed ruthlessness and

of wealth and power demanded certain skills, it was still hard to reconcile this brooding, violent version of Kellan

versions of

if he were merely

he had walked down this dark road many times

spoke to his subordinates, the sheer weight of his authority

as a volatile madman, one who could flip from cold calculation to explosive anger in the blink of an

this side of Kellan didnt

were the items on

her gaze, studying

she hadnt expected Kellans preferences

unaware that another presence

the precision of someone accustomed to pain, he applied ointment to the wound on his

Get my grandmother moved to a different

but the staff couldnt care less about

West Mountains scenery

facility there and put

end of the line hesitated before saying, But moving her might stir

the old

face darkened, a thin layer of impatience

carried a

Theyre all incompetent.