บททั้งหมดของ Accidentally Kidnapped the Warlord and Became His Wife: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The morning after felt like a fog that didn’t know where to land.I sat curled on the edge of the living room chair, knees drawn up beneath one of Misha’s oversized cashmere throws, a mug of tea long gone cold in my hands. The penthouse was drenched in soft, golden sunlight that didn’t match the weight in my chest.Zachary’s voice still echoed in my head as he admitted I wasn't his biological daughter.After that damning revelation, I left without saying goodbye. Not to my still unconscious mother. Not to Grandma. Not even to Sebastian, who had reappeared in the hallway as I slipped past the door with Misha and silence in my wake.I didn’t regret doing that last night. But I felt it like a phantom limb. Like the ache of something once believed to be whole.Across the room, Misha was hunched over his sleek black desk, his expression all-business as fingers tapped steadily at the keyboard. A Bluetooth headset glinted faintly on his ear, and

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Misha's starless eyes locked on Renaldi.Silence fell.Even I tilted my head slightly, confused.Misha’s voice was calm, but sharp enough to cut tension in the air. “She’s the one who got manhandled at the door. Not me. She’s the one who felt threatened. So unless your apology is directed at my wife, you’re wasting your breath.”Renaldi’s jaw tightened for half a second. Embarrassment, maybe. Or restraint.He slowly turned toward me and bowed his head. “Mrs. Ashford,” he said, voice quieter now. “On behalf of Mr. Vescari and his entire staff, I apologize for what happened earlier. It was… inexcusable. And disrespectful.”His words were sincere enough. But he looked like he was chewing glass.I didn’t respond right away. My heart was still pounding. But I nodded once.Misha still hadn’t moved from his spot, looming beside me like a silent sentry.Renaldi straightened. He

I stepped out of the car on shaky legs, wobbling knees, and purse heavy with existential dread. The moment the sun hit my face, I squinted against the glare. Misha came around the front, calm as ever, while Renaldi stood at the entrance of the restaurant like a concierge waiting for royalty.Renaldi gestured toward the sleek revolving doors. “Mr. Vescari will be joining us shortly. In the meantime, please follow me. The table has been prepared.”Misha didn’t react beyond a faint lift of one brow. I didn’t say anything either, mostly because my tongue felt too thick in my mouth and the purse at my side felt like it was screaming. I had to ground myself. Act normal, he said. We stepped into the cool glass sanctuary of marble floors and mirrored panels. Elegant. Expensive. The kind of place where secrets wore cufflinks and ordered wine by the decade.Renaldi began to gesture forward, but Misha didn’t wait.With his hand firmly clasping mine

The food meant nothing.I couldn’t even remember what I’d ordered. Something expensive, probably. Something delicate and ridiculously plated with tweezers and edible flowers. Not that I could taste it. I chewed, nodded when appropriate, and tried not to look like I was slowly being pulled under the surface by invisible currents.Vincent ate like a man used to dining with enemies. His movements were controlled, deliberate, and watchful. Every slice of his knife, every sip of wine, felt like part of a quiet ritual meant to assert dominance without a word.By contrast, Misha ate with the easy calm of someone who’d faced worse. No tension, and just his quiet confidence. Where Vincent’s control was practiced, Misha’s ease was born naturally.When the plates were cleared and the espresso was served in tiny, fragile cups in front of the three of us, Vincent finally leaned back. He looked at me. “You should come with me,” he said, simply.

The gates creaked open and swallowed us whole.Vincent’s car rolled in first, black and gleaming like it had been forged from oil and smoke. Ours followed behind, the hum of the engine too quiet for how loud everything else felt inside my chest.When we finally stopped at the front steps, I couldn’t move for a second.The mansion towered in front of us. Too big and old for my liking. Its windows stared back like watchful eyes. Ivy climbed the walls like nature itself had tried and failed to reclaim this place.Misha opened the door for me without a word, like a gentleman he sometimes was. I stepped out, heels clicking on the stone driveway, and tried not to look like I wanted to throw up.Vincent was already out of his car and Renaldi hovered just behind him.“Lorraine.” His voice was calm as he called my name. “Welcome home.”I tensed at the word.Home.He said it like it was some long-lost inheritance