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Chapter Thirty-Three: What Lies Beneath
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Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Thirty-Three: What Lies Beneath
The house was silent by nightfall.Too silent.Ariella lay awake, staring at the ceiling as the old clock in the hall ticked away each second. Her heart beat in time with it, steady but loud enough to drown out her thoughts. When Lucien’s quiet knock came at the door, she was already sitting up.He didn’t need to speak. One look between them was enough.They moved like shadows through the corridors, careful not to wake anyone—or anything—that might be listening. The lamps were dimmed, and every floorboard seemed to groan under their weight. Ariella held her breath each time they turned a corner.When they reached the cellar door, Lucien stopped and listened. Nothing. Only the faint drip of water from somewhere below.He turned the key slowly. The metal groaned, and Ariella flinched.Lucien looked at her. “Stay behind me.”“I’m not staying behind,” she whispered.He didn’t argue. Just pushed the door open.The air that rushed out was cold, damp, and thick with dust. It smelled of earth
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Thirty-Two: Beneath the Ashes
The fire was out, but the smell lingered—smoke, metal, and something darker that clung to Ariella’s skin no matter how much she tried to breathe it away. Lucien stood a few feet ahead, his jacket torn, a streak of ash running down his cheek. The light from dawn broke through the trees, faint but steady, touching the side of his face like it didn’t dare get too close. They hadn’t spoken since the explosion. There was nothing left to say—bonly the echo of what had just happened, and what it meant. Finally, Ariella broke the silence. “We can’t stop now.” Lucien turned, his eyes still carrying that same fire from the night before. “I know. But if we keep moving without a plan, we’ll walk straight into Elise’s hands.” She crossed her arms, her voice sharp with exhaustion. “And doing nothing gives her more time to clean up whatever she’s hiding.” He stared at her for a long moment, then exhaled. “You’re right. She’s hiding something big. I felt it when she tried to stop you from going
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Thirty-One: What Remains in the Ashes
The rain hadn’t stopped.By morning, the world looked washed out—gray skies, soaked earth, the air heavy with smoke from what was left of the mansion. Ariella stood on the hill overlooking the ruins, her brother resting weakly beside her, still too pale to stand on his own.She wrapped her arms around herself, staring at the charred skeleton of what used to be home. It looked almost peaceful from a distance. Almost.“Are you sure he’s gone?” Mateo’s voice was quiet, rough from exhaustion.Ariella didn’t answer right away. The question stabbed deeper than she wanted to admit. She wanted to say no. She wanted to believe Lucien had survived that somehow he’d escaped the gunfire, the flames, Elise. But all she could do was whisper, “I don’t know.”Mateo’s eyes drifted to the smoke curling in the sky. “He saved us,” he murmured. “That has to mean something.”Ariella swallowed hard. “It does.”She turned away from the mansion. The road ahead stretched through the trees, wet and endless. The
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Thirty: The sound of Goodbye
Gunfire cracked behind them.The echo tore through the tunnel, bouncing off the stone walls until it didn’t sound like a single shot anymore—it sounded like war. Ariella’s heart lurched in her chest. Her fingers were shaking as she gripped Mateo’s arm, dragging him forward, every step a battle against the rising panic clawing at her throat.“Lucien!” she called, her voice breaking, but there was no answer—only silence and the faint smell of gunpowder drifting through the cold air.“Keep moving,” she whispered to herself, to Mateo, to the ghost of hope that still refused to die.The tunnel sloped upward, the ground slick beneath her bare feet. Mateo stumbled beside her, his breath ragged. “Ari… you have to… leave me.”She shook her head, tightening her hold. “Don’t you dare say that. You’re not dying on me, Mateo.”He gave a weak smile, the kind that made her heart ache. “You sound just like Father.”That stopped her for a second. The words hit too close. She saw their father’s face ag
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Twenty-Nine: Shadows of Blood
The silence that followed Elise’s footsteps was worse than the sound itself. It filled the room, thick and heavy, pressing down on Ariella’s chest like the air was running out. Lucien moved first. He shoved one of the barrels aside, the muscles in his arms tightening with effort. “There has to be another exit,” he muttered. “A shaft, a tunnel—something.” Ariella ran her trembling hand along the cold stone wall. “She locked us in here, Lucien. She planned this. She knew we’d come.” He gave a low, sharp laugh with no humor in it. “Then that means she wants us down here—for a reason.” The air felt colder now. Damp. The smell of metal and dust filled Ariella’s nose as the lantern light flickered weakly, barely keeping the dark at bay. She turned back toward the table where her father’s papers were scattered—and froze. There was something she hadn’t noticed before. A faint line running under the table’s surface. “Lucien,” she whispered. “Come here.” He crouched beside her, and tog
Married to My Father's Killer Chapter Twenty -Eight: The cellar Below
Thunder rolled in the distance as night finally settled over the mansion. The air was heavy—too still, too quiet—as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Ariella stood by her window, watching the first streaks of lightning split the sky. Her reflection stared back at her—tired eyes, trembling hands, and a heart that wouldn’t stop racing. Every shadow outside looked like it could move, like the night itself was alive. Lucien’s voice from earlier replayed in her head. > “Tonight.” He hadn’t said when, but she knew it wouldn’t be long. She dressed quietly, trading her robe for dark clothes. Her fingers brushed over the letter from her father still tucked in her drawer. She wanted to take it with her, but something inside whispered—not tonight. The mansion was cloaked in silence as she stepped into the hall. Every creak beneath her feet sounded like a confession. When she turned a corner, Lucien was already waiting—black shirt, sleeves rolled, the faintest glint of a
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