บททั้งหมดของ I Got Married For Revenge : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

•~•Solane’s POVThe mansion was quiet. Too quiet for a house that had nearly lost three people in one night—and the fourth still missing without a trace.Nathaniel sat slouched in his wheelchair, eyes half-lidded but awake, while I knelt in front of him with a cloth soaked in antiseptic.A dark bruise was blooming beneath his hairline where the gun had struck him, the skin already starting to swell. I dabbed at it carefully, wincing when his jaw clenched.“I’m the one who got hit,” he murmured, voice low and worn, a hint of amusement slipping through. “Why are you wincing like you’re the one in pain?”I paused, swallowing hard. “I saw you clench your jaw, and I thought the antiseptic was stinging your wound, that you were in pain…”“...But you didn’t say anything or even curse, so I figured you were just trying to act strong, and I subconsciously winced for you.” My voice stayed even, but my hands trembled a little.Not from what had just happened—but from the image of him hitting the

•~•Third Person POVThe air in Nathaniel’s hospital room was thick with tension, a silence he had no intention of breaking.His gaze stayed fixed on the window while Melissa perched on the edge of his bed, her hands moving with forced calm as she unpacked food containers from the large basket she had brought.The soft cling of plastic lids and the crinkle of foil was too loud in the silenceShe didn’t look at him.Just kept her hands moving, like staying busy might smother the unease clawing at her chest.“I brought your favorites—roasted chicken, creamy pasta, even those little lemon tarts you used to sneak from the fridge when you thought I wouldn’t notice.”Melissa placed the last container on the side table, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.Nathaniel didn’t even look in her direction. His gaze remained locked on the window, his expression unreadable.She exhaled a slow, almost inaudible sigh. “It’s been over a week since you woke up, and you’ve barely spoken a word

•~• Aziel’s POVDavian's eyes widened, shock and confusion fighting for dominance as he locked eyes with me.There was no mistaking the recognition in his gaze—the moment everything clicked into place in the bastard's head.I glanced at Ryan, who stood beside him, ski mask still on, silent and waiting for my orders.He was my most loyal man, the one who led the others the night Davian was taken. I only ever called on him when things got out of hand.Like when I needed to get out of marrying Shoshana Bates, I had Ryan and the other guys stage an attack convincing enough for me to fake getting crippled from the aftermath.“Can you turn on the lights?” I said, my voice low. “It’s kind of dark in here.”“Yes, boss,” Ryan replied immediately, pulling a small remote control from his pocket.He pressed a button, and the room blazed to life in blinding brightness. Davian groaned, instinctively shielding his eyes with his arm.I smirked at his discomfort.“Much better,” I muttered, adjusting m

•~•Nathaniel’s POVSilence.Her breath caught. Her eyes shimmered. “Bastard?” she whispered.I cursed under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair. “I didn’t mean it like that.”“Then how did you mean it?” she fired back. “Because from where I’m standing, it sounded like you just denied being the father of our baby.”I stared at her, chest rising and falling fast. I needed to calm down. This wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know she’d been with my twin the whole time.I took a step forward, gently placing my hands on her shoulders. I kept my voice low. “I just mean… we still have so much ahead of us. A baby now would change everything. So maybe… we could just—”I trailed off, hoping she’d catch on.Her brows pinched. “We could just what?”Was she pretending not to understand?I hesitated, then said it. “Maybe… we terminate the pregnancy. And try again later. When we’re both ready.”She slightly pulled back like I had just slapped her.“You mean when you’re ready,” she corrected, her j

•~•Aziel’s POVI wheeled down the sterile corridor, stopping in front of Ward 3B—the room the nurse had pointed me to at reception.Outside the room, the glass sliding door separated me from the people inside.My mother was perched on a chair beside the bed, leaning in with concern carved into every line of her face.Dominic stood behind her, arms crossed, silent. But it was the man lying in that bed that made my blood run cold.Davian Foster.Tubes snaked into his arms, his wrist wrapped in surgical tape. One eye was bruised and swollen, lips split.His skin was yellowed, sunken—like someone who had been dragged out of the grave and shoved into a hospital gown."Bastard," I muttered, the word bitter in my mouth. "I should’ve killed him that day.”————That day…The gunshot echoed through the room.Davian jerked violently, his eyes snapping open.He slowly reached up to touch his forehead—the exact spot where my gun had been pressed just moments ago—and blinked in confusion.His gaze