All Chapters of Married To The Son Of Sin : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

The impact was a universe of white noise and shattering cold. Icy water, thick as concrete, slammed the air from my lungs, swallowed my cry. Down, down into the roaring dark. The world inverted sky a shrinking coin of grey light far above, the churning violence of the cove churning me like laundry in a furious machine.Pressure crushed my skull. Saltwater burned my nose, my throat. The cold wasn't just on my skin; it was in me, leaching into my bones, paralyzing thought. The numbness shattered into pure, animal panic. Breathe! the primal part screamed, but instinct fought reflex. My limbs thrashed uselessly against the powerful currents dragging me deeper. The bridge was gone. The sky was gone. Only the cold, dark embrace of the deep, and the terrifying knowledge that this was it.Then, another impact.Not water against rock. Something larger, heavier, hitting the surface close by. A violent displacement of water sent a shockwave through the depths, momentarily altering the currents t

I had jumped off that bridge. I had let go. And Adam Lancaster had followed me into the abyss. My fingers rose to my lips of their own accord, tracing the phantom pressure of his mouth on mine, the brutal force of his breath forcing life back into my lungs. The memory sent a violent shudder through me. He'd thrown me away like discarded trash, then plunged into the freezing dark to drag me back. The contradiction made my head spin. The shower ran scalding hot, the steam fogging the mirrors within seconds. I stood under the punishing spray until my skin turned red, scrubbing at my arms, my legs, my wrists—as if I could wash away the saltwater, the memory of his hands on me, the echo of his voice screaming "Breathe, damn it, breathe!" through the roaring in my ears. When I finally stepped out, the mirror was fogged over. I wiped it clean with a trembling hand, staring at the stranger reflected back at me. Dark circles shadowed my bloodshot eyes. My lips were still slightly blu

The tires of Adam's car had barely finished spitting gravel when the silence began to suffocate me. I stood frozen at the villa's massive entrance doors, my fingers still tingling from where they'd brushed against his when he handed me the security codes. The morning sun painted the driveway in harsh stripes of light and shadow, each one a reminder of his absence. 'You'll be safe', he'd said. The team knows what to do.As if safety was just a matter of armed guards and locked doors. The house exhaled around me, its usual warmth leaching away minute by minute. Without Adam's brooding presence filling the space, the high ceilings seemed to stretch into infinity, the marble floors turned to ice beneath my bare feet. I caught myself listening for the familiar sounds that usually anchored my days—the precise click of his dress shoes on tile, the low rumble of his voice on business calls, the way he'd sigh through his nose when a report frustrated him.Now there was only silence.11:47 A

The world beyond the gates ceased to exist. The ghost of Eve, the weight of the Lancaster name it all dissolved in the honeyed light of a new morning. For one entire day, we were not a Lancaster and a Pete. We were just Adam and Lucia. Two people discovering each other for the first time.No fears nor doubts...Just I and the man I call husband.Adam was scrambling eggs, his brow furrowed in concentration, when I came up behind him, unable to resist the pull any longer. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against the solid warmth of his back. He stilled, his hands pausing over the pan.“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration against my ear.“Mmm,” I replied, inhaling the scent of him mixed with the rich aroma of coffee and toast. I felt him relax into my embrace, one hand leaving the spatula to cover mine where they rested on his stomach. It was a simple touch, but it felt more intimate than anything I’d ever known.We ate at the counter, our knees tou

The world narrowed to the three of us, locked in a silent, searing triangle on the sun-baked driveway. The scent of bougainvillea, usually so sweet, felt cloying and suffocating. My tears had dried into tight, salty tracks on my cheeks. The cuts on my feet were a distant, dull throb. All I could feel was the icy void where my heart had been moments before.Eve’s smile was a slash of crimson in her porcelain face. She pushed off the car, her heels clicking on the pavement like a countdown to an execution.“Oh, Lucia, darling,” she sighed, her voice dripping with a mock pity that was more venomous than outright scorn. “Look at you. All flushed and trembling. Did you really think you were special?”My gaze flickered to Adam. He stood frozen in the doorway, his face a ghastly shade of pale, his hands clenched into white knuckled fists at his sides. He looked like a man watching a train wreck in slow motion, utterly powerless to stop it. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t say a word.That silenc