All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Right: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

He walked toward the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the storm slicked city. Lights reflected off the glass like falling stars. Somewhere out there, Asher was sitting alone, locked in a hospital ward, thinking he had pulled the trigger on a man who’d once been family.And soon… he’d end up believing he’d killed him.Because memories didn’t just return like a light switch. They leaked in. Slow. Dripping like poison or salvation, depending on who guided the recovery.And Reid intended to be that guide.Asher would remember what he chose to show him.And Luca? The Virelli legacy?Let him mourn his father.Because Reid had made his choice.He would burn the world before he let it take Asher from him again..................The flowers were beginning to wilt.Three days had passed since the funeral, and the arrangements at the Virelli mausoleum, white lilies, calla blossoms, wreaths carved in gold filigree, had begun to bow under the weight of grief and weather.The rain hadn’t stopp

They moved him into a clinical room first, a cold, sterile space with one small bed, a security camera, and a nurse who wouldn’t look him in the eye either.The officer uncuffed his ankle, only to swap it for a reinforced restraint attached to the hospital bed.“You’ll be here under observation for 24 hours,” the nurse said, gently but firmly. “Then, per the warrant, you’ll be transferred to holding.”Asher nodded numbly. His lips were dry. His tongue heavy.He wasn’t in pain anymore, at least not physically. The gunshot wound had been stitched. The painkillers were still doing their job.But inside… he felt like someone had scooped out his insides and left him hollow.He lay there in silence as the nurse adjusted his IV.He didn’t ask for a phone.He didn’t ask for Julian.He didn’t even ask what they had on him.Because even if he hadn’t done it... No one would believe him.Not after that look in Luca’s eyes.Asher lay on his side, staring at the gray wall of the clinical cell. The

“The footage is unusable. Blurry. No ID. And the only hard evidence I have?” She sighed, stepping closer. “It points at you, Wolfe.”Asher’s jaw tightened. “You don’t believe me.”“I’m not here to believe. I’m here for facts. And right now, the facts are drowning you.”He sat up straighter, forcing composure. “So that’s it? You’re going to railroad me because of circumstantial evidence?”“I’m going to keep digging,” she said. “But you need to give me more. Because if you don’t, this case is closing on you faster than you think.”Asher’s eyes dropped to his cuffed ankle. His fists clenched.“I can’t remember,” he said, hollow. “But I know I didn’t kill him.”“Then help me prove it,” Ana said. “Give me a crack, a name, anything.”He shook his head slowly. “I wish I could.”Ana left the room but she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that someone was playing her. Throwing just enough scraps to make her chase shadows while Asher bled out in the spotlight.But until she had something real,

Asher couldn’t remember pulling the trigger. He couldn’t remember why Paolo had been so close, why the blood had been on his hands, why Reid’s face had been the last thing that flickered through his mind before it all went black.He trusted Reid once.That trust felt like poison now.But what if he was wrong?What if he had lost control?What if Luca had every reason to hate him now?Luca.That name still had power.It still shattered him.He had seen the look. The look of a man who had made up his mind.Luca thought he did it.That was the worst part. Not the accusations, not the prosecution. But Luca’s silence.He dropped his head into his hands, the cuffs biting into his wrists.“Luca…” he murmured. “I didn’t…”Didn’t what?He didn’t even know anymore.The sound of approaching footsteps made him lift his head. For a heartbeat, hope flickered. Maybe Julian. Maybe someone bringing good news.But it wasn’t.It was just the guard. Dropping a tray of cold food through the slot.“Trial s

Julian’s breath hitched. “Luca, don’t twist this...”“I’m not twisting anything,” Luca spat, rising to his feet so abruptly that the crushed glass crunched beneath his soles. “You think this is about justice? You’re playing favorites, Julian. You’re begging me to ignore everything, to turn my back on the man who raised me, all because you can’t stomach the idea of your precious Asher rotting in a cell.”“That’s not true...”“Isn’t it?” Luca’s lips curled, but the bitterness in his tone was underscored by something deeper. Something bleeding. “You think I can look my mother in the eye and tell her I let the man who killed her husband go free because I was in love?”Julian flinched.Luca’s voice softened, but the weight in his words only grew heavier. “Love is weakness. That’s what my father taught me. Over and over. And now… now I finally see it.”Julian’s heart sank.Because in that moment, Luca wasn’t lashing out just at him. He was lashing out at himself. At the pieces of his heart