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Chapter 25: Unprotected
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2026-09-06 19:13:21
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Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 48: No More Pills
“From tonight forward, secrets like this are exactly what keeps pulling us apart.”His words settled into the quiet room, and I found myself studying the pill bottle still resting in his palm, the weight of everything we’d already survived tonight pressing down harder than I expected. Outside, the wind had picked up slightly, rattling faintly against the tall windows, the only sound besides our own breathing in the otherwise silent house.“I'm scared,” I admitted quietly, the confession costing me more than I wanted to acknowledge. “Not just of what a child would mean for this marriage. I’m scared of loving something that ties me to you permanently, when everything about us started with coercion instead of choice.”“I understand,” Maximilian said, though something pained flickered behind his eyes. “You’re afraid a child would trap you here forever, even if everything else between us eventually changed.”“Yes.” My voice cracked slightly. “If I have your child, I stop being someone who
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 47: The Pills
The velvet box held nothing but an old pocket watch, it’s face cracked, it’s hands frozen at some hour that no longer mattered—clearly a relic from Maximilian’s own past rather than anything connected to the secrets I’d been chasing all night.I set it back carefully, disappointment and relief tangling together, and my eyes drifted across the desk toward a manila folder I hadn’t noticed before, tucked half beneath the laptop, its edges slightly worn from handling.I shouldn’t have opened it. I knew that even as my fingers reached for it, some part of me already bracing for another devastating revelation. But curiosity had carried me too far tonight to stop now, and some reckless part of me needed to know whether the promise he’d made only an hour ago—no more secrets—already had an expiration date.Inside sat a photograph of me, recent, taken outside the mansion’s gates weeks ago, the kind of candid image that could only have come from someone watching closely enough to catch me mid-st
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 46: The Distance
His hand fell away before his fingers ever reached my skin, and the sudden absence of his touch left something aching in its place, some strange, unwanted disappointment I refused to examine too closely. The office felt smaller suddenly, the space between us both too much and not enough at once.“Why did you stop?” The question left me before I’d fully decided to ask it, my voice quieter than I intended, stripped of the guard I usually kept so carefully in place.Maximilian stepped back, putting deliberate distance between us, his jaw tight with restraint. “Because you’re still angry with me.”“I am.” I studied his face, searching for the certainty I expected to find in myself and coming up strangely empty. “But I’m not sure I hate you the way I did an hour ago. Or this morning. Or every day since Bali.”Something flickered across his expression, cautious hope warring with disbelief. “That’s not the same as forgiveness.”“No,” I agreed. “It isn’t. I still don’t know what to do with ev
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 45: No More Secrets
“Go see him yourself.”The words hung there, an offer and a challenge at once, but I didn’t move toward the door. Instead, I stood rooted where I was, my arms crossed tight over my chest, something stubborn refusing to let this end so easily.“Not yet,” I said.Maximilian’s brow furrowed slightly. “You just spent the last hour demanding I let you make your own choices. This is that choice.”“It is.” I held his gaze steadily. “But I’m not walking out that door to hear the truth from Owen while there’s still a single file left on this desk I haven’t seen. If there’s more, tell me now. I don’t want to sit across from him and discover you left something out because you decided, once again, that I couldn’t handle it.”Something shifted in his expression, a flicker of something almost like respect threading through the exhaustion. He glanced down at the desk—at the scattered folders, the photographs, the documents that had rearranged the entire architecture of my life over the past few hour
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 44: Owen
“You destroyed the one man who never deserved it. Out of everyone, Maximilian, he was innocent, and you took him from me anyway.”Maximilian didn’t argue. He simply absorbed the accusation, his jaw tight, his eyes carrying a weight that told me he’d already judged himself for this long before I ever said the words aloud. The candlelight from the desk lamp caught the exhaustion etched into his face, deeper now than it had been even an hour ago, as though each confession tonight had aged him incrementally.“You’re right,” he said quietly. “Thomas never deserved it. Neither did Owen.”My chest tightened at the name.I could still remember the exact texture of the lace against my fingers that morning in Bali, the church doors swinging open, and instead of Owen’s face waiting at the end of the aisle, Maximilian’s cold, unfamiliar stare.The video on his phone, Owen bound to a chair, blindfolded, struggling against ropes I’d been too terrified to look away from, his muffled sounds of panic
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 43: The Fourth Fiancé
“That is one of The Director’s men.”The words landed like ice water down my spine. I stared at the photograph, at the man’s face half-hidden behind the pillar, his eyes fixed unmistakably on me rather than on anything else happening at that gala.“He was watching me,” I whispered. “Even then. Even with Sebastian.”“The Director’s network extends further back than I initially realized,” Maximilian said, his voice grim. “If his men were already tracking you during your engagement to Sebastian, that means his interest in you predates even my own involvement.”“Why?” My voice cracked. “Why would a man like that care about a wedding planner from Queens years before any of this began?”“I don’t know yet,” Maximilian admitted. “But I intend to find out.”I pushed the photograph aside, my hands unsteady, the weight of everything he’d revealed tonight pressing down harder with every new discovery. “There’s one more. The fourth. Show me.”Maximilian hesitated, and something in his hesitation m
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