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.

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

Kellan shrugged off his

at him as he methodically applied ointment to

one voice after

Allison could detect

words carried a venomous undercurrent, laced with irritation and

and dont

in his tone, just a cold edge that hinted

dont have time

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

wielded them

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

the savagery he

they had it

herself blindsided by the revelation of

she was aware that surviving in the world of wealth and power demanded certain skills, it was still hard to reconcile this brooding, violent version of Kellan with the man she

between the two versions of him was wide

as if he were merely debating the merits of a dinner menu made her

he had walked down this dark road many

Kellan spoke to his subordinates, the sheer weight of his authority pressed down like a heavy stone, making everyone

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

side of Kellan

her were the

her gaze, studying the scene

was undoubtedly striking, the materials fresh and fine, yet she

another

someone accustomed to pain, he applied ointment to the wound on his abdomen, barely

level as he instructed, Get my grandmother moved to a

one had a nice view, but

remember West Mountains

a private facility there and put our own

other end of the line hesitated before saying, But moving her

of the old sanatorium could

face darkened, a thin layer of

sneer carried

Theyre all incompetent.