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All Chapters of The Untypical Marriage: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Chapter 161

Kira’s POVThe taxi slowed to a stop in front of Saint Thompson Hospital.My stomach twisted the moment the building came into view.I forced a smile at the driver, paid him quickly, and stepped out into the warm afternoon air. The sunlight hit my eyes and I squinted, suddenly wishing I were anywhere else.Beside me, Gia climbed out of the car with the same suspicious expression she’d been wearing since we left the mansion.She turned slowly, staring at the hospital sign like it had personally offended her.Then she looked back at me and scrunched her nose.“Remind me again,” she said slowly, “why we crawled through ten minutes of rust, dirt, and approximately seven thousand creepy crawlies… just to end up at a hospital?”She shuddered dramatically and brushed invisible dust off her sleeves.“For this?”I crossed my arms defensively.“I told you—I don’t feel good, Gia. I need to get checked out.”“That’s the big secret?” she said incredulously. “This is why we had to escape like fugit

Chapter 162

Third Person POVThe car ride was suffocating.Regina Dorani sat rigid in the back seat, her eyes fixed on Kira’s unconscious form beside her. The faint rise and fall of Kira’s chest was the only thing grounding her… proof that she was still alive.Still breathing.Gia swallowed hard.For months, she’d managed to hold out her anger for so long, playing the perfect friend, The charming friend.The supportive confidante.The one who laughed at Kira’s jokes, held her hand when she cried, and gently… subtly… pushed her toward other men.All part of the plan.Because she’d thought in the end, Adrian Vasilios would make the right decision and choose what was right in front of him.He was supposed to realize that she was the better option. The easier one. The right one.But he never did. Not once. Not since, she's been back.Not back in London.Not ever.Her jaw tightened. Because no matter how many excuses she made, she had seen it.The way Adrian looked at Kira. Like she was the only per

Chapter 163

Kira’s POVSplash.Cold water hit me in a daze. I groaned, feeling hazy. My head throbbed like it had been split open and poorly stitched back together.“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” a voice barged into my consciousness. I tasted dirt before I even opened my eyes. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, my mouth salty with the bitter aftertaste of whatever I’d been drugged with. “Is she dead?” I heard someone say followed by a loud rattling sound. My eyes flew open.It was dim. There were bars in front of me… old, rusted. A weak light flickered somewhere outside, barely enough to see. I was in a cell, a dusty, sandy, old cell. “W-what…” My voice cracked as I pushed myself up, every movement sending knives through my skull. “Where am I…?”Cold soaked through my clothes, raising goosebumps along my skin.Then I looked up——and met Kayla’s sadistic grin.She was standing just outside the bars, dragging a metal rod across them like she was bored.“Good,” she said. “You’re awake. I thoug

Chapter 164

Kira’s POV“How… what? How did he get here? I stared down at the battered body of Romano. “What—” A loud, anguished scream ripped through the silence before I could finish.“My son! My beautiful boy!”I flinched, my entire body going rigid as the sound echoed through the stone walls. Then she appeared, out of nowhere… rushing forward from the adjoining cell like a ghost dragged out of the dark.She dropped beside Romano and pulled him into her lap, her hands trembling as she wiped at the blood on his face.“What have you done?” she sobbed.My brows furrowed.Who—She looked worn and older than she probably was. Her clothes hung loosely on her, her hair unkempt.Paulo let out a low chuckle. “I was wondering when you’d crawl out, Vittoria.”Gia shifted beside me. I glanced at her.She shook her head slightly.She didn’t know who the woman was either.Vittoria rocked Romano gently, brushing his face with shaking fingers. “My baby… my sweet boy…”“Is that the thanks I get,” Paulo said, “

Chapter 165

Kira’s POVThe Next Day“My turn… and this might shock you all—but I’ve never given a blowjob.”I raised an eyebrow.“I’m serious,” Gia continued, completely unfazed. “I’m a total germaphobe. The thought of putting a—”“I truly don’t need the rest of that sentence, dear,” Vittoria cut in.Romano snorted.I laughed.And for a second… it almost felt normal.Which was ridiculous, considering we were sitting on a cold concrete floor, locked in, starving, dehydrated, and probably days away from being killed off.You’d think we’d be panicking.We were. At first.But after forty-eight hours of searching trying to find a way, counting guard rotations, looking for anything we could use… I’d finally accepted what Vittoria had been saying from the start.There was no way out.The guards passed every ten minutes like clockwork. No food. No water. No response when we begged.Just silence.I’d barely slept. Between Vittoria and Romano catching up… and Vittoria crying for hours about everything he’d

Chapter 166

THIRD PERSONS POVThe entrance was easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look.A hidden service stairwell crouched behind a condemned municipal building, its windows boarded and splashed with years of graffiti. The city had forgotten it decades ago… an old civil defense shelter, sealed after the Cold War and left to rot.It had no name anymore.Paulo Vasilios had unearthed it. And for five months, he had made it his base, planning the ruin of his bastard son.His cane clicked against the concrete steps as he descended, each tap echoing off the narrow walls. The accident had left him hunched, his spine weak— a convenient byproduct of faking your own death.The air smelled of rust, damp stone, and something older… oil, maybe. Or blood. Paulo had never been sentimental enough to care.A row of dim industrial lights flickered to life as he walked, Armed men stood at intervals, silent, disciplined. Loyal.At least, they were supposed to be.“Lorenzo should have been here already,” Paul

Chapter 167

Kira’s POVI flinched.Adrian fired into the floor, concrete exploding near my feet in a spray of dust and shattered stone.I froze.“Do you have a death wish, wife?” I blinked, startled… not by the words, but by the way he said them. His eyes were frosty.“Wow,” I let out a breathless scoff. “Nice to see you too,” I said, trying for sarcasm, hoping… stupidly—that it would crack whatever this was.It didn’t.I took one step forward.The room answered instantly.Metal clicked all around me.Every one of Adrian’s men lifted their guns in perfect unison, barrels locking onto us.No. At me.Gia yelped beside me, but I stood frozen, utterly confused.Adrian still had his gun raised.“How long?” “What are you—”“Don’t play dumb, Kira, It doesn’t suit you. How long have you been working with my father?”I didn’t speak. Too stunned to say anything.“What?”“It’s clever, I’ll give you that,” he said bitterly, pacing a slow step closer. “All that curiosity. All those innocent little questions

Chapter 168

Kira’s POVStrong hands shoved me… and I hit the ground hard.A scream tore out of me as gunshots exploded through the bunker, echoing off the walls. I curled in on myself, my hands over my head, my ears ringing.Then—Silence.It happened too fast.I forced my eyes open.In front of me, Romano stood frozen.. pale, swaying. Multiple holes riddled his chest. Bullet wounds. Dark red blood soaking across his shirt.“What—” The word clogged in my throat.As if in slow motion, his knees buckled. He crumpled to the floor.Iscreamed, my ears ringing as I scrambled toward him. There was blood everywhere—pooling beneath him, soaking into the concrete.Another body dropped somewhere behind me, but I couldn’t look away.“Why… why did you do that?” I choked out, my hands hovering over him, not knowing where to touch without hurting him more.Footsteps rushed toward us—Vittoria and Gia—but I barely registered them.“You saved me,” I whispered, my voice trembling.His lips twitched, almost a smile.

Chapter 169

Adrian's povI walked into the office without knocking.Killian straightened instantly, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself—but the sweat at his temples gave him away.I almost smiled.Guess losing your company does that to a man.“Adrian,” he said smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”I didn’t answer. I walked over and dropped into his chair, leaning back like I owned the place.“Killian… I’d ask how you are,” I said lazily, crossing one leg over the other, “but I already know.”His jaw tightened. “What are you talking about?”I studied him for a moment, then tilted my head.“You haven’t gotten the call yet, I assume.”His expression flickered… just for a second.“What are you on about, Vasilios?” he snapped. “Spit it out or get the fuck out of my office.”I smiled slowly, then propped my feet on his desk.“I like that attitude,” I said. “You’ll find it very useful in prison.”He stared at me like I’d lost my mind.

Chapter 170

Kira’s POVI stirred slowly in my sleep, then my hand fumbled across the nightstand until I found my phone.4:07 PM.I blinked at the screen, confused.I’d slept for almost an entire day.Then again… after two days buried in dirt, bugs, and whatever the hell that bunker did to me, I guess my body needed it.Adrian’s men had dropped me off at the penthouse. Said the mansion wasn’t safe anymore.I didn’t argue.I barely remember the shower—just hot water burning my skin and the feeling of finally being clean before I passed out the second my head hit the pillow.I hadn’t seen Adrian since we left.And we had a lot to talk about.A lot.He lied.I mean, part of me had suspected it was either that or a miracle, but Enzo had literally confirmed it. Adrian lied about being sterile. The question was why. Why would he do that?Why keep lying… even after Jena left?Why risk everything between us?My stomach growled loudly, dragging me out of my thoughts.Right. Food.Three days without eating

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