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Chapter 15: Come Find Me
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2026-09-03 19:12:56
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Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 57: Come Alone
The glowing screen illuminated the darkness of the room, nine words pulsing like a venomous promise against the dark glass.If you want to know what actually happened to Owen, come alone.My thumb hovered over the glass, trembling so violently that the blue light cast erratic shadows across the wall.Owen. The name I hadn’t allowed myself to dwell on since that grueling, tear-filled night weeks ago when Maximilian finally admitted the truth—that Owen’s disappearance, the bound-and-gagged video, and that devastating goodbye text had all been a staged operation to protect his sister from The Director’s network.Maximilian had offered to let me see him back then, but the chaotic spiral of our shifting feelings, the pregnancy, and the walls closing in around this estate had pushed that promise into the dark.Owen was supposed to be safe, living under a wiped identity in absolute isolation, completely cut off from this blood-soaked world.“Emery? Is everything alright?”Maximilian’s voice
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 56: New Boundaries
The white paper lay between us like a drawn blade, the bold, black heading catching the dim light of the bedroom.“Is this a joke to you, Emery?”Maximilian didn’t snatch the folder. He didn’t tear it into pieces or slam his fist onto the glass table.Instead, his long, calloused fingers reached out with excruciating slowness, pulling the thick document toward him. His dark eyes scanned the legal terms, his face morphing into a mask of stone so smooth, so entirely devoid of warmth, that it chilled the air in the room.“It’s not a joke,” I said, leaning my spine against the edge of the desk, crossing my arms tight across my chest. “It’s a boundary. One that should have been drawn weeks ago.”“A divorce agreement.” He let out a low, humorless sound from the back of his throat, turning to the signature page where my name was already signed in dark blue ink. “You carry my blood inside you—two lives that we created together—and your immediate reaction is to hand me a contract terminating o
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 55: Thank Me?
“Because they aren’t just your children, Maximilian—they’re my body!”My voice shattered against the cold plaster, echoing into the suffocating quiet of the master bedroom. I pushed against his chest, my hands trembling as they met the solid, unyielding heat of his suit. He didn’t budge an inch, standing like an iron pillar, but his eyes—dark, storm-tossed, and raw—flinched as if I had struck him with a blade.“I went alone because I needed one second to process this without your overwhelming presence suffocating me,” I gasped, hot tears spilling over my lashes. “I went alone because I was terrified, Maximilian. I sat on that cold examination table, staring at those tiny shapes, and I ... I almost asked her to end it.”The air left the room in a sharp, collective gasp.Maximilian’s entire body went rigid. The color drained from his sharp jawline, leaving him looking paler than I had ever seen him. The broad shoulders that carried the weight of an entire criminal empire slumped by a fr
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 54: Personal Notes
“You’re late, Emery.”The voice cut through the stillness, smooth, low, and laced with a quiet lethargy that was far more dangerous than an outright shout.Maximilian stood at the top of the grand marble staircase, his dark suit jacket discarded, the top buttons of his white shirt undone, and a glass of amber whiskey resting loosely in his right hand. His dark eyes locked onto mine, tracking every twitch of my jaw, every unsteady breath that rattled through my chest.“I took a walk,” I replied, forcing my voice into a calm register as I unbuttoned my heavy coat. “I told you I needed fresh air.”“A walk that required a two-hour cab ride?” He descended the stairs slowly, his leather dress shoes making no sound against the thick Persian runner. “You’re a terrible liar when you’re nervous, sweet girl.”“I am not nervous.” I snapped, my hand instinctively tightening around the strap of my bag as he reached the bottom step. “Can I not leave this house for a few hours without being interroga
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 53: Termination
“Listen,” Dr. Aris murmured, her fingers adjusting the ultrasound dial as the monitor flickered back to life. “Just listen, Emery.”The heavy click of the machine echoed through the quiet clinic room, followed immediately by a sharp static hiss. Then, out of the white noise, a sound emerged.Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.It was impossibly fast, like the rapid fluttering of a hummingbird’s wings or a tiny wooden drum beating at a frantic, desperate pace.“That’s the first one,” Dr. Aris said, her voice dropping into a soft, reverent whisper. She shifted the transducer slightly across my skin, a fraction of an inch to the left. “And here ....”The audio channel crackled again before splitting into two distinct, overlapping rhythms.Thump-thump, thump-thump... thump-thump, thump-thump.Two frantic, rushing beats, distinct yet synchronized in the tiny space of my womb, echoing through the speakers like a furious, beautiful storm.A sharp gasp hitched in my throat, and before I co
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 52: Two
“Before you say anything else, Emery, look at the screen.”Dr. Aris shifted the monitor an inch closer to the edge of the examination bed. The dull hum of the machine suddenly felt deafening, cutting through the sterile room like a warning siren.I didn’t want to look. I wanted to pull my coat around my shoulders, stand up, and run out of the clinic before any of this could become real. But my eyes traitorously moved toward the dark, grainy display.“You see this single gestational sac here?” Dr. Aris pointed a small plastic stylus at the screen, indicating a distinct, tiny dark circle framed in white. “That is what I showed you a moment ago.”“Yes,” I rasped, my throat feeling as though it were lined with glass. “One sac. Four weeks.”“Now watch.”Her fingers danced across the keyboard, magnifying the image until the pixelated black-and-white static filled the entire screen. The doctor dragged the crosshairs over to the far edge of the tiny dark space, tracing a faint, delicate curve
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