All Chapters of I Got Married For Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

•~•Aziel’s POVI sat in the passenger seat of my car, parked just outside the hospital.The windows were up, and I’d already dismissed my driver so I could take this call in private.My fingers tapped once, twice against the door’s armrest before the line connected.“I need you to get rid of Davian Foster,” I spoke immediately. “But first, trace everyone he’s been in contact with since he arrived in the country—especially within the last twenty-four hours.”There was a pause. Then came a dry, faintly amused voice. “I'm guessing you'll tell me why I'd be doing you such a favor any moment now?”My jaw clenched. I stared through the windshield, the fading sun turning the sky outside a dull gold. “He has a voice recording of me. Of us. Talking about Irene—about who she really is…”“…And some other shit that can’t reach my mother or the public. He also has copies of the recording with a few of his so-called 'trusted men.'”“Strange,” the voice said casually. “I thought you had the balls to

•~•Aziel’s POVThe car came to a stop, and I felt the usual jolt of impatience hit me.As my driver, Matt, opened the door and helped me out, I quickly shifted myself into my wheelchair, wheeling forward with swift, practiced movements.My heart pounded in my chest with the weight of what I was about to do.I had been so sure, so confident that I could handle this. But now, as I wheeled myself toward the entrance, just like the last time I made up my mind to tell her but failed, doubt crept in like the dark shadows of a storm cloud.The door opened before I even reached it, and Irene stepped out, shutting it behind her.Her face was a mask—expressionless, cold. That was strange. She always greeted me with a smile, fake or not, so why the coldness? Or maybe I was just overthinking things.I took a deep breath, steeling myself."Come on," I said, gesturing to the car. "There’s somewhere I need to take you."Irene didn’t respond. She just kept her eyes on me, narrowed and studying.Then

•~•Nathaniel POVThe glass vase shattered against the floor, the pieces skidding in every direction like the chaos in my chest.My hands were shaking—not from weakness, but pure rage.“Nathaniel!” my mother gasped, recoiling at the sound. “Please, calm down. If you get too worked up, your blood pressure could spike.”“Are you fucking serious right now, Mom?” I spun on her, eyes blazing.“How can I possible calm down when you gave that bastard my life! Had him pretend to be me—for five damn years! And now you want me to pretend too? To be Aziel fucking Grant while he keeps living as me?”She inched closer, hands raised like she was approaching a wounded animal.“Sweetheart, please… just lie down. You’re still recovering. I’ll explain everything—I promise. Just not now. Huh?”“No!” I growled, my voice tight with frustration. “I want an explanation now. And I want to know exactly how the hell you plan to fix this!”She sighed, her shoulders sagging like the weight of the truth had finall

•~•Solane’s POVThe warm water poured over my skin, trailing down my back in slow, soothing streams, but my mind wouldn’t quiet.I gripped my scalp as I worked the shampoo through my hair, scrubbing a little too harsh, like maybe the effort would somehow help me make sense of everything from last night.———Flashback———I yanked the car door open, the heat of my conversation with Nathaniel still burning in my chest.I had just sat down, about to insert the key into the ignition, when my phone rang. The screen lit up with a name I hadn’t seen in a long time.Davian Foster.I blinked, stunned. Once. Twice.What the hell? Why was he calling me all of a sudden?Had the guys who took him already let him go?A sharp frustration coiled tight in my stomach. Damn it, I had honestly been hoping those men had finished him off."Shit!" I cursed. That would’ve cleared up so much.I exhaled sharply and answered. “What do you want?”His voice came through, smug and almost playful. “You’ve been miss

•~•Aziel’s POVI paced around my room, phone pressed to my ear, teeth clenched tight as the line cut off with that same dead tone again.“The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off,” the automated voice repeated.This was the fifth time."Irene..." I muttered under my breath. "Will you just pick up the damn phone?"It had been a whole day. No messages. No calls. She hadn’t come home. And now her phone was off. Irene never turned off her phone. Ever.Unless... She was still upset about the whole twin situation. And I couldn't help but wonder if this was her way of punishing me?I ran a hand through my hair, lowering the phone from my ear. A few taps, and the spyware I had installed on her device months ago lit up the screen.No texts in the last twenty-four hours. None. Not even a spam message. That alone made my chest tighten. She always had texts—dozens.Something was wrong.I opened the location tracker.My heart nearly stopped.Velmara General Hospital.Wait a min