All Chapters of I Got Married For Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

•~•Third Person POVIt was already midnight, and the kidnappers who had taken Aziel still hadn't called back. The cops were just as useless as when she had first arrived in Paris.Melissa had arranged for a small penthouse to stay in while the search continued.She stood near the fireplace, fingers curled tightly around a crystal glass, the golden liquid inside barely touched.Across from her, Dominic—a man she had kept on her payroll for years—stood stiffly, his head slightly bowed, waiting for her orders.The dim light of the study cast long shadows across the room, but Melissa barely noticed.Her fingers drummed against the glass in her hand—slow, deliberate—a steady rhythm betraying the storm beneath her composed exterior.“Find him.” Her voice was cold, sharp. “Search the entire damn city if you must. I don’t care how long it takes—just find my son and the bastards who took him.”Dominic hesitated. “Ma’am, wouldn’t it be best to leave this to the cops?”Melissa slowly turned, her

•~•Aziel’s POVTime seemed to slow as the train's deafening roar filled my ears.This was it. The end.I closed my eyes.In that suspended moment between life and death, memories rushed in like an old film reel—disjointed scenes of choices made and unmade.My mother’s stern, disapproving face when I chose art over business. The morning the police came to report my father’s car explosion. The day we buried what was left of him.The times Nathaniel and I were kids, and I was blamed—punished—for the things he did. The night of his accident.And Irene… God, Irene. The only sweet and good memory among the rest.Her laugh echoed in my mind first—light, warm, the way her eyes crinkled whenever she got all excited.The first time she said I love you and how I felt like melted ice cream. Our first kiss—intense. The first time we had sex, and how shy she was.I let out a sigh.If I had another chance... if I could go back… Maybe I would have told her the truth.That Nathaniel and I had switched

•~•Aziel’s POVThe door slid shut with a soft click, sealing me in with the one person I least wanted to be alone with—My mother.My jaw clenched as my fingers curled into fists beneath the thick hospital blanket.She stepped closer to the bed, but before she could speak, I cut through the silence—sharp and unyielding."Let them go."She halted, her brows knitting together, lips pressing into a thin line."Them?" she echoed, her expression either genuinely confused or feigning confusion. "Who exactly am I letting go?"I scoffed, barely containing my frustration. "My captors."A beat of silence fell, heavy enough that I could feel my pulse quicken. Her cold, assessing gaze locked onto mine."I don’t have them," she said, her voice as flat as the dull, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside me.A bitter chuckle scraped its way up my throat. "And you think I believe that?" My voice came out sharp, edged with disbelief."There’s no way Dominic found me by luck. I know you did somethin

•~•Solane’s POVThe morning felt good.Not just any kind of good—the rare kind that made my chest feel light, my steps easy, and my mind finally at peace after last night’s ordeal.I had been so scared.When I called my dad and he said he couldn’t reach Nathaniel’s kidnappers, panic clawed at my throat.Had Melissa captured them? She had been so cryptic, so weird back in Nathaniel’s hospital ward. What if she already knew?What if she and Nathaniel had figured out that my dad was the one who hired them—that I was the one behind it all?I couldn’t sleep. My mind flooded me with a thousand worst-case scenarios—until my Dad’s call in the middle of the night finally put an end to it.“The gang leader contacted me,” he had said. “They found the tracker and got rid of it. They’re already leaving the country…There’s nothing to worry about now, sweetheart.”That was it.They were gone. No loose ends. No one to trace it back to my Dad. No one to trace it back to me.And better yet—I got confir

•~•Aziel’s POVIrene's expression shifted—blank at first, then laced with skepticism. She scoffed. "Yeah, right. If that’s true, then why didn’t you go after the girl you loved? Why were you engaged to someone else?"I averted my gaze, my jaw clenching. I had only meant to tease her a little. I hadn’t expected the conversation to turn this serious. “It’s complicated,” I muttered.Irene crossed one leg over the other, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "From my experience, that’s exactly what a player would say.”I snapped my head toward her. "I’m not a player. I did love her. I just… didn’t show it enough. Didn’t tell her how much I loved her." My voice dropped, the weight of old regrets pressing down on me."My mother had already mapped out my future with Shoshana. The only good thing about being stuck in this wheelchair is that I’m not being forced to marry her anymore."Irene tilted her head. "But you were kind of forced to marry me. Our marriage is still part of your mother’s