My Husband Buried Me Alive

Aurelia’s POVCallum stared at me for several seconds.“You want to come with me?” he asked again. “Yes,” I answered. His brows furrowed, “Aurelia, this isn’t a charity gala or a business dinner.”“I know.”His gaze sharpened, “Then you also know it’s dangerous.”I swallowed; of course, anything involving the mafia’s business was dangerous. In my previous life, I had stayed home while Callum left after receiving that phone call.Thirteen days later, Nolan died. A month later, I was buried alive. If I wanted answers, I couldn’t sit back and watch history repeat itself.“I’m coming.”For a moment, I thought he would refuse, but instead, he sighed.“Fine,” he agreed. Relief washed through me.Ten minutes later, we were heading toward the city docks.Callum sat beside me in the back seat of the armored SUV while several vehicles followed behind us.His phone kept ringing. Every time he answered, his expression darkened. The atmosphere inside the car grew heavier with each passing minut

Aurelia’s POVSlowly, I turned around to see Callum standing in the doorway, the hidden phone still in my hand.For one terrifying second, neither of us spoke, then his gaze dropped to the device.“What are you doing here?” His voice was calm.I forced myself to smile, “I couldn’t sleep.”His eyes narrowed, “And that led you to my office?”I laughed nervously, “I was looking for painkillers.”The lie sounded ridiculous even to me. Callum clearly didn’t believe a word of it, his gaze remained fixed on the phone.My pulse hammered. If he asked me to unlock it, I was finished. Fortunately, he walked forward and held out his hand.“Give it to me.”I hesitated then I handed it over.“What phone is that?” I asked casually.“Work phone,” his answer came immediately. “Who texted you?”His expression hardened, “Aurelia.”“What?”“It’s work. Mind your damn business.”His tone left no room for discussion.I swallowed my frustration.“Okay.”For a moment, neither of us spoke, then he slipped the

Aurelia’s POVThe gun remained pointed directly at my chest. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it.For a long moment, I simply stared at him, then I laughed. A faint crease appeared between his brows.“What’s so funny? I just told you I'm not your husband,” he scowled at me.“I know,” I said quietly, and his smile faltered, but I continued, “I’ve known ever since you came back.”His smile disappeared completely as silence settled over the warehouse, and I took a slow step toward him despite the gun aimed at my chest.“The real Callum remembered every anniversary,” I continued, “He knew I hated mountains, he never would have forgotten Nolan’s tournament, he never would have told me to mind my own business, and he most certainly wouldn't have altered the security footage after being kidnapped.”For the first time, genuine surprise flashed across his face.“I spent days trying to understand what happened to my husband,” I held his gaze, “Then I realized I was asking the wrong question

Aurelia’s POVMy blood turned cold as the question echoed inside my head before panic slammed into me. “Nolan,” I gasped. I looked at Callum, and the same realization had already crossed his face just as his entire body went rigid.“What have you done?” he roared.Cillian smiled. The sight made my stomach churn.“Now we’re asking the right questions.”“WHERE IS MY SON?” Callum bellowed.The warehouse shook with the force of his voice.Cillian didn’t even flinch. Instead, he looked amused. As though he had been waiting for this reaction.“As angry as ever.”“If you touch my son—”“What?” Cillian interrupted mockingly. “You’ll kill me?”Callum jerked violently against the ropes, and the chair rattled. For a moment, I genuinely thought he was going to break free.“Tell me where he is.”Cillian laughed, “Relax.”My heart pounded. Relax? How could he possibly expect us to relax?“He’s alive,” Cillian said. I sighed in relief just as Callum turned toward me. “At first, I planned to kill