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CHAPTER 112 The guards parted without a word, letting Lucifer through the grand doors.Inside, Antonio sat in a plush armchair, the remnants of his healing wounds still visible on his skin. He was recovering slowly but he was glad he wasn't in chains anymore.Antonio gave a slight nod, when he saw Lucifer. Since their last time, they hadn't seen each other so he wondered what must have brought him here.Lucifer waved off the greeting and took a seat. “I have questions and I need answers.”Antonio exhaled, sitting forward. “What should I offer you, Boss?”Lucifer’s gaze narrowed. “What did you mean when you said Katherine’s mother wasn’t only running from Giovanni?” He leaned in slightly. “You said she was running from my father.”Antonio studied him for a moment before speaking. “Ivanovo told me everything.” His voice was rough. “Your father raped Katherine’s mother.”Lucifer shook his head but he had to control his emotions. He didn't want to look like the shit he was. He motioned f

CHAPTER 114Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, so loud and so fast that she felt it was going to explode.The children's scream was suddenly replaced with a laughter that filled the hallway. Katherine slowed her steps, gripping the hem of her dress as she peeked into the living room.Adelaide and Madelaine were sitting cross-legged on the floor, their giggles echoing as they played some sort of hand game—with a stranger.A young man lounged in the middle of the room, effortlessly relaxed. His golden-blond hair was slightly tousled, his skin was smooth, and his lips curved into a lazy smirk. He had striking blue eyes, bright and sharp, like the kind you’d see on athletes gracing magazine covers. He was effortlessly handsome, like a footballer who knew exactly how good he looked.Katherine’s stomach twisted into a knot. Who the hell was he?Katherine came closer, her motherly instinct suddenly clicking. “Girls, get behind me.”The giggling stopped. Adelaide and Madelaine gazed at

CHAPTER 116Antonio’s finger danced swiftly over the keyboard , his brows furrowed in concentration as the lines of code scrolled down the screen. Lucifer stood behind him with his arms crossed on his chest. His gaze locked onto the monitor attentively without batting an eyelash as he watched his man do his thing. There was a low noise at first before a beep sound broke through the silence.The tracking signal blinked rapidly and Antonio sucked in his breath as he tried to figure out what was going on. He clicked the keyboard hard. So hard it seemed as though his fingers were going to fall off. The red dot flickered near an abandoned district on the outskirts of the city and he peered closely."We’ve got him," Antonio said, a little too excited, with his hands flying across the keys to zoom in on the location. The GPS pinpointed the area.He leaned back. “Something is wrong.”“What is it?” Lucifer demanded, his voice cold.“But this isn't his house location, this is somewhere diffe

CHAPTER 118Katherine stilled, her eyes watching him as confusion hugged her like a blanket. “Huh?”“Forget it,” he murmured. Her spoon hovered over the ice cream as she glared at him. “That's an asshole behaviour and just so you know, I do not like it.”“Sorry I brought it up. I don’t want to unnerved you.”“Well you already did,” she sulked.“Are pregnant women usually like this?” He asked in curiosity. “This has nothing to do with my pregnancy,” she scolded. “Why does everyone blame it on hormones.”“I feel so hot from the anger you're radiating,” he said."I mean it makes no sense. Why does everyone seem to have a problem with my name and clothes?" she muttered, suddenly exhausted.He exhaled slowly. "Okay, first of all, upsetting you was never my intention.”“I've heard that twice,” she pointed out.“It reminds them of someone," Asher said without emotion.She frowned. "Who?"He hesitated and then gave a small smile. "Don’t stress over it."“If you didn't want to speak about it

CHAPTER 120Wilson’s head snapped to the left as another vicious blow landed across his face, sending a sharp wave of pain through his skull. His lip split further as blood dribbled down his chin and stained his already ruined skin.His breath came out ragged, almost too painful to bear. His arms were bound behind him with chains that dug deep into his wrists, leaving bruises under the layers of grime and dried blood.The almost dark room reeked of sweat and rust and was unbearably hot. He shut his swollen eye and his ribs ached with each breath. A kick to his side caused his body to slump forward but the chains kept him upright.To offend them the more, he grinned through bloodied teeth, defiance burning in his eyes. “Go ahead. Hit me again,” he spat, with blood pooling at the corner of his mouth. “Doesn’t change a damn thing. I want to see my father.”The guards exchanged unimpressed glances, unimpressed, before one of them raised his fist again. But before the blow could land, the