All Chapters of Will You Marry Me?: Chapter 231 - Chapter 237

THREE MONTHS LATER The soft hiss of oxygen filled the hotel room, each mechanical breath keeping Maya tethered to life. The pale light from the lamp painted her skin in fragile shades, a woman caught between life and death. The monitor beside her beeped steadily, yet even that rhythm seemed uncertain, as if it were waiting for her permission to continue. Behind her closed eyes, Maya drifted in fragments of memory... the forest swallowing her footsteps, Nico’s voice snarling like a whip, the cold gleam of a gun aimed at her head. Then the drop... the violent crash of water as the cliff swallowed her whole. She remembered sinking, the river tossing her as if determined to tear her apart. In that black silence, she had thought she’d reached the end. Her lashes fluttered. Her hand twitched against the sheets. “Doctor! Doctor! She’s moving!” The cry was sharp, filled with desperation...and familiarity. Maya strained to follow it. Her eyes flickered open, light flooding her visio

Carlos gently pulled Maya’s arms from around his neck and guided her down onto the chair. His hands lingered for a moment, brushing over hers, before he lifted his thumb to wipe away the tears streaking her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice rough, as though the words had been clawing at his throat for too long. He sat beside her, his head bowed slightly. “I never meant for you to misunderstand me. I never meant to hurt you. Everything I’ve done was to protect you.” Maya shook her head stubbornly, fresh tears falling. “No… I don’t want an apology. I don’t want words. I only want you to stay. Don’t send me away, Carlos. Don’t push me out of your life.” He closed his eyes briefly, the ache in her voice cutting deeper than any wound he’d ever taken. “Maya, I thought I was doing what was best. For you. For Star. I thought...” But before he could finish, Maya rose suddenly, her movements driven by desperation. She slid onto his lap, straddling him, her arms locked tight a

Don Vargas didn’t flinch at the gun aimed at his chest. Instead, he let out a low, humorless laugh, shaking his head slowly. “So this is who you are,” he said. His voice echoed in the chamber, calm but laced with venom. “You speak of mercy, yet your hands are stained with blood. Do you think you’re better than me? Better than Nico? No, Carlos. You carry the Vargas blood. That makes you the same.” Carlos’ grip on the pistol tightened, his voice a growl. “No. That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve killed men who deserved it. Traitors. Monsters. Not children. Not innocents. I won’t become like you.” His father leaned forward in his chair, eyes narrowing. “Don’t pretend you’re some savior. You killed your cousin. You killed my brother. And now you point a gun at your own father. What makes you different from me, from every Vargas before you?” Carlos’ jaw clenched. His words came out like fire through clenched teeth. “Because I know the difference between power and cruelty. You don’t.”

Carlos’ voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed the weight of his words. “The plan is simple. Tomorrow you and Star will leave. I’ve already arranged everything—new names, new papers, a new life. No one will trace you back to me. Not a soul.” Maya’s throat tightened. She stepped closer, her voice trembling. “So… does this mean I will never see you again?” Carlos looked at her then, his jaw hard but his gaze tender. “That is a promise I cannot make. I am determined to see this fight through to the very end. And the truth is...I don’t know how or when it ends. It could be a month. Six months. A year. Maybe longer. But hear me, Maya… if I come out alive, I will find you. Wherever you are. That, I swear.” Her eyes blurred with more tears. She shook her head, wiping them angrily. “I understand, Carlos. I do. But tell me… how am I supposed to go on without you? You tell me to start over, to be safe. But my life—my heart—is here now, with you. Why don’t you let me be part of your