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Chapter Eighteen: A Deal with the Devil
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Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Room That Shouldn't Exist
Ariella didn’t remember moving.One second she was staring at the crack in the wall Damian had exposed with his heel…The next, she was standing right in front of it, her fingers trembling as she pressed against the uneven plaster.It gave way.A soft click echoed—quiet but sharp enough to freeze everyone.The entire section of the wall slid back, revealing a narrow passage swallowed in darkness.Lucien stepped forward instantly, pulling Ariella slightly behind him.“A hidden corridor inside my own house,” he muttered, voice low and tight. “Elise… truly didn’t miss any details.”Adrian moved to the gap and touched the frame. “The dust… this hasn’t been opened in years.”Damian scoffed. “Or Elise cleans it obsessively. Who knows with that woman.”Rafael, still bruised from the chaos in previous chapters, approached the doorway cautiously. His usual sharp confidence was dulled, a dangerous calm settling over him.“If this passage exists,” he said, “then Elise never planned that you’d di
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Edge of The End
Rafael had warned them that the closer they got to the truth, the more dangerous the shadows would become—but no one expected the storm to shift this fast.The house felt too quiet.Ariella stood near the tall windows, arms folded tightly across her chest, staring out at the driveway where the last vehicle had disappeared minutes ago. The sky was settling into that strange, bruised shade before evening fully took over. Lucien wasn’t far from her—watching her more than the horizon, pacing only when he couldn’t hold still.Rafael leaned against the wall, expression unreadable. There was something controlled about him tonight—like every breath was intentional, measured, waiting for the final thread to snap.It had been two hours since Adrian’s revelation.Two hours since Sebastian’s true betrayal had fully taken form.Two hours since Ariella’s entire world seemed to tilt permanently out of place.She finally turned. “When Sebastian contacted you… did he mention me? Or Lucien?” Her voice
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Eighty-Six: Divided to Survive
The night air outside the safehouse was cold enough to quiet the world, but inside Ariella’s chest everything thundered.Rafael handed her an earpiece. “Once we’re inside, we split into two teams. Not because it’s safer—because it’s the only way Sebastian won’t see us coming.”Lucien shot him a sharp look. “I don’t like dividing.”Rafael shrugged. “I don’t like breathing the same air as Sebastian, but here we are.”Adrian stepped forward, his expression calmer than the rest but his eyes restless. “Sebastian’s estate is layered, like a maze. If we move together, he’ll trap us in one sweep. If we split… he’ll have to choose who to chase first.”“And that buys us the seconds we need,” Rafael finished.Seconds.Ariella knew that sometimes that was all survival came down to.Lucien folded his arms across his chest, jaw tense. “Team one: Ariella, Rafael, and Adrian. You head for the archives wing. That’s where the syndicate kept records—names, orders, alliances. If Sebastian has a plan that
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Eighty-Five: Power
Ariella had seen many versions of Lucien Draven: the controlled one, the furious one, the cold strategist, the man who held himself together even when the world was falling apart.But she had never seen this one.This Lucien was quiet. Too quiet.And silence from a man like him was far more dangerous than shouting ever could be.They were back in the safehouse Adrian had secured—a dim, bare room with concrete walls and only the soft hum of electricity in the background. Outside, the city was settling into night, unaware of the war gathering in its shadows.Ariella watched Lucien pace once from one end of the room to the other, the tension radiating off him like heat. Adrian stood near the door, arms folded, eyes fixed on the floor as if trying to piece together the right words. Rafael lingered near the window, observing the street below, jaw clenched.Everything they thought they knew had been flipped.Sebastian’s betrayal.Elise’s double game.Adrian’s hidden involvement.And now Raf
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Eighty-Four: The Weight Of a Name
Ariella didn’t move at first.The world around her seemed to pause—the wind brushing over the old watchtower stones, the quiet rustle of dry leaves near Rafael’s boots, the distant echo of a bird cutting across the morning sky. Everything slowed, like the universe itself understood the gravity of the name he had just spoken.Mateo.Her brother.Her blood.Her past and her promise.Ariella swallowed, her throat suddenly tight—not with tears, but with a kind of silent determination that sat deep in her chest, heavy but unbreakable. She closed her eyes briefly, gathering herself in the single breath that steadied her more completely than anything else could.Lucien stepped closer, careful, almost afraid the wrong movement would shatter something inside her. “Ariella,” he said gently, “I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear today.”She opened her eyes. “It’s not what I ever wanted to hear.”Adrian stood on her other side, arms crossed, gaze sharp but softer than usual. He didn’t offer
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Eighty-Three: A New Morning
The sun rose like it had been waiting for them.Soft gold spilled across the horizon, washing over the compound’s high walls, touching the cracked stones, catching on the metal railings that had witnessed too many secrets. Ariella stepped out first, the morning air brushing her skin like a reminder that she was still here, still standing, still choosing to face whatever waited ahead.No darkness behind her.No shadows she needed to outrun anymore.Just the truth she had been dragged toward for months, now opening before her like a path she finally had the courage to walk.Lucien watched her quietly as he closed the door behind them. There was no need for words. Not today. Not in this moment. He adjusted the strap of the small tactical bag across his chest, but his eyes never left Ariella.She didn’t look back at the house, or the room where she had spent the last night lying awake. She didn’t need to. Everything that needed to haunt her had already happened. There was no fresh nightma
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