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Chapter 50: Dangerous Habit
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2026-09-23 21:25:16
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The double red lines burned into my retinas like a fresh scar, sharp and unmistakable against the sterile white plastic.“Emery, I’m giving you three seconds before I break this door down.” Maximilian’s heavy palm struck the solid wood, his voice sharp enough to slice through the sound of the running water.My heart slammed violently against my ribs. In a split second of pure, unadulterated panic, I grabbed the test strip, wrapped it in a wad of tissue, and shoved it deep into the bottom of my handbag beneath a compact mirror and a pack of mints.I turned off the faucet, unlocked the deadbolt, and pulled the door open before he could take an axe to the frame.“What is wrong with you?” Maximilian stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, dark eyes scanning me from head to toe with rapid, ruthless precision. “Why was the door locked?”“I was feeling nauseous, Maximilian. I wanted five minutes of privacy,” I said, my voice dangerously steady despite the hurricane tearing through my chest.
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 50: Dangerous Habit
“If you stare at the ceiling any longer, you’re going to burn a hole through the plaster.”Maximilian’s voice, low and thick with sleep, rumbled against my shoulder before I even felt him stir. His arm, heavy and warm where it lay draped over my waist, pulled me an inch closer into the curve of his chest.For the first time since this gilded nightmare began, I didn’t tense. I didn’t shrink away, search for an exit, or construct a mental armor of spite. Instead, I let my eyes flutter shut, exhaling a slow, quiet breath into the sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains.“I was thinking,” I murmured, tilting my head back just enough to catch the dark, unguarded warmth in his eyes.“A dangerous habit.” A faint, rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips as his thumb began a slow, mesmerizing circuit over my hipbone. “Care to share?”“No.” I turned in his embrace, resting my palm flat over the steady, comforting thud of his heart. “You’ll only use it against me.”“Emery,” he whispere
Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies Chapter 49: The Night
I crossed the distance between us myself, my heart hammering, and stopped only inches away, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him, close enough that neither of us could pretend this was accidental.Maximilian didn’t move. His hands stayed at his sides, restrained, watchful, though I could see the effort it cost him plainly in the tension coiled through his shoulders.“Emery.” His voice came rough. “Tell me you’re certain. Not because you’re exhausted, not because tonight has been overwhelming enough to blur every line you’d normally hold. Tell me this is what you actually want.”“I’m certain.” My voice came steadier than I expected. “I’ve spent this entire night hating you and understanding you in the same breath, Maximilian. I can’t separate the two anymore, and I’m done trying to pretend I don’t want you simply because wanting you complicates everything else.”“That’s not the same as being ready.”“I don’t need you to protect me from my own decision,” I said, echoing th
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
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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
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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
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