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

off

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

was on speaker, one voice after another reporting

spot, Allison could detect the iciness in his

carried a venomous undercurrent, laced with irritation and an unmistakable

up again, and dont

his tone, just a cold edge that hinted at unspoken

dont have time

Kellan she had known here was a man whose

wielded them like

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

though the savagery he spoke

they had it

found herself blindsided by the revelation of

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

between the two versions of him was wide and

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

mistaking it he had walked down this dark road many

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

one who could flip from cold calculation

side of Kellan didnt

puzzled her were the

lifted her gaze, studying the

craftsmanship was undoubtedly striking, the materials fresh and fine, yet she hadnt expected Kellans preferences to

another presence shared the room with

accustomed to pain, he applied ointment to

he instructed, Get my grandmother moved to

a nice view, but the staff couldnt care

Mountains scenery

private facility there and

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

of the old sanatorium could

thin layer

sneer carried a

Theyre all incompetent.