Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine Read Online Free

Chapter 569: They turned their attention back to their game.

When Allisons scissors won over Kellans paper, she tilted her head with a satisfied smirk.

So, Ms.

Clarke, will it be a dare this time? Kellan asked.

Ill choose truth.

Its time for secrets to be exchanged, she said, eyes locking with his.

This time, she would reveal her own.

Im aware that you have feelings for me, Kellan.

But when I first aligned myself with the Lloyd family, my motives were far from innocent.

I wanted to use you as a way to investigate my mothers disappearance.

Even helping Lorna wasnt purely out of kindness.

The air thickened as Allison decided to lay everything bare, for she knew that some secrets were bound to be revealed.

From the beginning, our interactions were calculated, full of hidden agendas.

My goal was to earn your trust and get closer to Kinslee.

I believed that if I could cure her, Id gain access to information about my mother.

Their relationship had always been complicated, underpinned by a silent, unspoken understanding that nothing was ever straightforward.

So, you see, Im not the good person you might think.

Ive walked in dangerous circles and kept secrets that would make anyone shiver.

She had lived a life teetering on the brink, always one step away from the edge.

Anyone else might have felt a shiver run down their spine at such a confession.

But Kellans eyes remained steady, without a flicker of shock or doubt.

There was no trace of anger at being misled, no hint of betrayal in his gaze.

I know, Kellan said with a steady gaze, a flicker of something deeper in his eyes.

People like us dont get close to others without a reason.

Youre here hunting for clues, and Im here because, well… I like being around you.

1@ŧ€ş† ¢ђ∆þŧêя$ íи gal????ovels.????om Their eyes met, the silence between them thick, almost palpable.

Kellans gaze held steady calm, probing, yet earnest.

And besides, Im not exactly a good person.

Kellan had earned his way through both the lawful and the lawless, ruthless enough to survive either.

Yet, Allison had never glimpsed that darker side.

Threats, coercion, even murder.

Others carried out those tasks, but the decisions, the iron hand those were his.

He had once lived with the constant scent of violence, like a specter lingering over him, refusing to fade.

So, when it came to bloodstained hands, who among them was truly innocent? No need for games, he said quietly, stepping closer until she could feel his breath ghosting over her skin.

Ill just tell you the truth.

When I got out of that wheelchair and chose to save you, regardless of whether my secret would be exposed, it wasnt a strategy.

It was instinct.

As for what weve been through in the Burned Islands… after nearly dying, it left me with nothing but the memory of how I surrendered everything just to keep you alive.

In the underground racing scene, I blocked the shrapnel from the explosives, and all I remember is the fear.

Instinct made me want to keep my distance.

But, God, its more than that.

That raw surrender made me realize I have feelings for you.

Call it love, or something else entirely I only know I cant imagine a life where you arent part of it.

His dark lashes shadowed his eyes as he sank to one knee, placing himself on level with her.

Ms.

Clarke… thats all because I care for you.

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