My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 274

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Just as Micah was lost in the warmth of his thoughts, his phone buzzed twice.

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He picked it up. A photo had come through from an unknown number–a bracelet, simple yet distinctive. A voice message followed.

Micah’s brows drew together as he opened it. Grant’s voice–arrogant, taunting–filled the quiet room.

“Oh, right, I forgot you’re blind. The bracelet in that photo–it’s from Oriana. A matching set. She personally picked it out for me today. Micah, do you really think having her body means anything? In her heart, there’s a place for me you’ll never touch.”

Micah listened in silence, his expression unreadable. When the message ended, a faint, cold smile curved at the corner of his lips.

Without hesitation, he closed the chat and tapped Delete.

But just as his finger hovered over the confirmation, he stopped.

His hand–the one holding the phone–was trembling.

The photo, the voice, the words—they crawled under his skin like a swarm of ants, gnawing at the surface of his calm, methodical composure.

For a long moment, the room was utterly still.

Then, at last, he stood. His movements were deliberate, controlled, but the tension in his body was unmistakable. He walked toward the study and pushed the door open.

Darkness greeted him. Only the faint blue glow of the monitor lit the room, casting cold light across the sharp lines of his face.

He sat down, the sound of keystrokes crisp in the silence. In seconds, he had accessed Oriana’s bank card transaction history.

Rows of recent purchases appeared–clothing, dining, travel. And then, one entry caught his eye: Jewelry Store.

Micah’s expression didn’t change as he clicked for details.

Two items. Both jewelry accessories. Identical designs.

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Exactly the same as the bracelet in Grant’s photo.

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Hospital.

Grant leaned back against the headboard, absently toying with the bracelet Oriana had accidentally left behind. On his phone, the message he’d just sent vanished into the ether. His lips curved, a cold, mocking smile flickering across his face.

He couldn’t help but imagine Micah’s reaction.

Would he be angry? Humiliated? Or quietly tormented with self–doubt?

Men understood each other all too well. No matter how deep Micah’s feelings for Oriana ran- real or feigned—no man could stay indifferent after hearing what Grant had said.

Grant didn’t believe for a second that Micah could remain calm.

He had done it on purpose–to provoke him, to unsettle him, to make him lose control.

He thought coldly that Oriana should not blame him, but blame herself for having been the one who had turned her back first.

A low, bitter laugh slipped from his throat.

“Sir, visiting hours are over, you—”

The nurse’s startled voice at the doorway cut off abruptly.

Before Grant could react, the door slammed open with a violent bang, crashing against the wall before rebounding shut.

He straightened instantly, eyes narrowing in alarm. “Who’s there?”

A tall, broad figure stepped silently into the ward. Behind him, the door clicked closed again.

The hallway fell eerily quiet. Even the nurse’s protests were swallowed by the silence.

Grant’s pulse jumped–but only for a moment. As the man came into view, his initial shock hardened into something else: defiant calm.

So the great Micah wasn’t as composed as everyone believed.

Grant felt a twisted satisfaction rise inside him at the sight of that cold, restrained fury.

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Yet beneath that grim pleasure, something sharp and painful coiled deep in his chest- something that almost felt like loss.

It has only been a few months, yet the bond between Oriana and Micah has grown so deep–deeper than I have ever imagined possible.

“Well, well,” Grant sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Aren’t you impressive, Mr. Caldwell? Look at you now.”

He arched an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifting in mockery.

Micah said nothing. His expression was unreadable as he took several slow, deliberate steps forward.

Grant’s smile widened, daring him–until, just as Micah came within reach, Grant suddenly lunged from the bed, fist swinging hard toward his face.

But Micah was faster.

Like a black panther striking from the shadows, he caught Grant by the throat mid–swing and slammed him back against the headboard.

Grant froze, shock flashing through his eyes. He immediately struggled, flailing for the emergency button and managing to hit it. The red light above the bed began to spin, casting sharp flashes across the room.

The glow sliced across Micah’s face–half–illuminated, half–shrouded in darkness–his expression cold and merciless.

His

eyes,

dark and depthless, fixed on Grant with a chilling stillness that made the other man’s skin crawl. In them burned a faint, terrible red–not rage exactly, but something far more dangerous.

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