All Chapters of I Got Married For Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

•~•Aziel’s POVThe room was cold. Not freezing, but cold enough to raise the hairs on my arms.Gray walls. A metal table bolted to the floor. Two chairs—one for me, the other for Detective Ray Monahan. He looked like he’d rather be nursing a beer than dealing with me.The cuffs had come off about twenty-six hours ago, but the pressure still ghosted around my wrists. Like my skin hadn’t quite accepted the freedom yet.Monahan leaned back, arms folded, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion written all over his face. “I know your type,” he said, head cocked to the side. “Rich kid screws up, acts like nothing happened, and waits for Mommy and Daddy to pay someone to wipe it clean….”“...But here’s the real question—what are you gonna do now that it’s mommy who turned you in?”I didn’t blink. Just stared at him, steady and silent.He leaned forward, voice dropping like we were about to share some secret. “Look, it’s just you and me here, right? I saw your brother Nathaniel’s press video about

•~•Aziel’s POVI slid the glass door open with a soft push and stepped into the dim hospital room. The sterile air was heavy with that sharp, clean smell hospitals always have…antiseptic mixed with something faintly metallic.Nathaniel’s eyes fluttered open the second I crossed the threshold. He looked awful.His neck was wrapped in bandages, edges stained dark red. His face was pale, drawn, like whatever fight he had left was gone. But his usual arrogance? That part was still there.“Get out… I don’t want to see your face,” he croaked, the faint crease between his brows tightening.I raised an eyebrow. “Is that how you thank the guy who saved your life?”He let out a weak, bitter laugh that pulled painfully at the tubes taped to his skin. “Saved my life?”I nodded, steady. “If I had left you bleeding in that hotel room, you’d be dead by now…Don’t you think?”He scoffed again, eyes narrowing. “I bet you thought about it… leaving me there to die.”I tilted my head. “Well…I can’t say

•~•Aziel’s POVHer eyes widened as if I had just slapped her. The words I spoke echoed in the stillness of the hotel suite.“What did you just say?”There it was. The moment I feared for five long years. The moment I ran from night after night in every lie and every silence I kept.It was finally here.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My throat burned. My lungs ached just from trying to breathe.I did not want to say more. I wanted to retreat into the safety of pretending. But she stood there, staring, not with judgment yet, but with a heart cracked wide open.She was giving me a chance to be honest.And I was tired. Tired of lying. Tired of gaslighting her.The truth would hurt. Of course it would.But pretending did not protect either of us. It only delayed the pain.“I am sorry I pretended not to know,” I whispered. “I have known who you were all along.”“Since when?” she asked, her voice shaky.My eyes dropped to the floor before lifting to meet hers. “About two weeks befo

•~•Third Person’s POVStacks of paper covered the entire mahogany desk like a crime scene. Melissa sat in the middle of it, her blazer wrinkled, hair pulled into a tense knot, eyes bloodshot from days without proper sleep.She rifled through the documents with trembling fingers before scooping a fistful and flinging it across the study.They fluttered to the ground like dying birds.Her personal assistant, Margaret, clutched the tablet tighter to her chest like a shield, her voice low but tense. “Ma’am… you need to calm down.”Melissa slowly turned to her. The look she gave could’ve curdled blood. “Calm down?” Her voice was eerily low, controlled—but lethal. “Did you just tell me to calm down?”Margaret’s mouth opened. Then closed. She took a shaky breath and tried again—only to nod and shake her head at the same time, like her brain couldn’t decide whether to flee or apologize.Melissa pressed both hands to the desk. Her voice came out sharp. “There’s a video of me paying off the

•~•Aziel’s POVDinner with Shoshana should’ve been peaceful.The restaurant was quiet, soft music playing in the background, a candle flickering between us, the scent of baked truffle and cream drifting through the air.But my mind was anything but calm. I had been twirling my fork in my food for twenty minutes. I had only taken one bite.Had I done the right thing?Telling Irene the truth about what happened five years ago… all of it. Was that the right call?She didn’t look angry when she asked me to leave the hotel suite. She didn’t cry. Didn’t even raise her voice.She just looked… overwhelmed. Like the walls were closing in on her and she couldn’t breathe through it.And now, I couldn’t stop thinking—what if she never wants to see me again?“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.“What?” Shoshana’s voice cut through my thoughts.I blinked, looking up at her. “What?”She tilted her head, brows pinching slightly. “You just swore. Is everything okay?”I gave her a weak smile. “Yeah. Of