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,

reeling, Kellan shrugged off his shirt entirely, sitting on

at him as he methodically applied ointment

him, his phone was on speaker, one voice after

from her hiding spot, Allison could

undercurrent, laced with irritation and an unmistakable

again, and dont

warmth in his tone, just a cold edge that

dont have

she had known here was a man

them

ones who were skinned alive, if any of them are

the savagery he spoke of was as casual as a

it, they had it

the revelation of

that surviving in the world of wealth and power demanded certain skills, it was still hard to reconcile this

two versions

of torture as if he were merely debating the merits of a dinner

had walked down this dark

authority pressed down like a heavy stone,

was no wonder the rumors painted him as a volatile madman, one who could flip from

this side of Kellan didnt shock Allison too

puzzled her were

her gaze, studying the scene with

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

remained blissfully unaware that another presence shared the room

applied ointment

he instructed, Get my grandmother moved

last one had a nice view, but the staff couldnt care

West Mountains

there and

the other end of the line hesitated before

the old sanatorium

thin layer of impatience creeping

carried a cold

Theyre all incompetent.