บททั้งหมดของ His Bride By Force: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

SERA I watched my husband with a dull ache blooming in my chest. Killian sat at the dining table, scowling at his bandaged wrist as he struggled to butter a slice of toast. The knife clinked against the plate, slipping again, and I saw his jaw tighten as though he was resisting the urge to hurl the whole thing across the room. It had been a week and five days since he came home. Two weeks since they strapped him down and pumped poison into his veins.His bruises were healing. The cuts had scabbed. He'd been eating and resting as much as a man like Killian could rest."You're going to slice your fingers next," I said gently, setting down his glass of juice beside the plate.He glanced up. "It's toast, Sera. I think I can manage."Sera, huh? He was definitely in a mood."Yeah? Because the toast seems to be winning."He shot me a glare, but it was too tired to be threatening.Rue was sitting on his lap in a pink tutu skirt, happily drawing stars on his white bandages with a g

RAFAEL The bathroom light buzzed faintly overhead as I stepped out slowly, clutching the towel tighter around my waist. The bandages still clung to my skin, the pain dull but persistent. It was a stubborn ache that reminded me that I was alive, barely. A bullet in the chest is no joke, even if it grazed higher than it should've. I'd been lucky.The mirror fogged from my shower, but I leaned in, squinting at the blurred reflection. I wiped it clean with a swipe of my hand, revealing my bloodshot eyes, long lashes clumped together with water, and my curls dripping onto my collarbone."You're still fine as hell, Raf," I muttered, trying to summon a smirk. "Shot in the chest, still a ten. Period."But the smirk slid off in seconds.My jaw clenched as I reached for the blow dryer, my hand trembling slightly. I hated how weak I felt. I hated even more that I'd gotten used to sleeping with the bedroom lights on or waking up choking on my own screams from nightmares that never left me

SERA Matteo's voice droned in the background like a mosquito that wouldn't shut up. His voice was an unpleasant hum in my ear, spitting out information in circles. Hideout this. Black Scorpion that. Names, streets, threats. Nothing that sounded like a solution. Nothing that told me how to fix Killian.Because my husband was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched forward, his gaze fixed on the floor. He wasn't blinking or speaking. He wasn't even pretending to exist in the room with the rest of us.He was dissociating.I rose without a word, walked to the bedside drawer, and yanked it open to grab painkillers. Not the weak over-the-counter crap. Rafael didn't believe in half-measures. I cracked open the bottle and poured two into my palm."Killian," I said softly.He didn't respond.I stepped between his knees. "Babe. Eyes on me."His lashes fluttered lightly."Take this," I said softly, kneeling in front of Killian and pressing two painkillers into his palm.

KILLIAN My vision blurred as I made my way down the hallway. My muscles were screaming, the addiction creeping into my veins, poisoning my insides. Apparently, my shattered wrist was the least of my troubles. A shiver ran through me and I winced, brushing my hair off my face. I needed some relief of sorts. I'd been fighting this for a while now and I have suddenly realized that I'm losing the fight.Fucking hell, I really shouldn't be doing this. I should go and get help just like Sera had insisted. But the truth was that I was ashamed. How could I face her and admit that I'm addicted? I'd sworn years ago never to slip back into my dark past. I'd promised her. So why was I stumbling towards Arabella in desperation?She sat there, pale and gaunt, but that twisted smile hadn't left her lips."Who's the supplier?" I spat hoarsely. "The one who gave you that poison."Her lips twitched into a sneer. "You think I'd tell you? After everything you did to me?"I didn't flinch. The shaki

SERA I swallowed hard, the photo still burning in my mind. Jonas. My neighbor. My childhood best friend. The one everyone said was dead but that was far from the truth. I cleared my throat, breaking the thick silence."Killian," I said softly, "Sofia just sent me a message. It's a photo of the man behind the name "Black Scorpion."He tensed. "I recognized him." I told him and confusion flashed in his eyes."His name is Jonas Reed," I said, watching him carefully. His eyes were alert now."His family were members of my father's syndicate." I added.Killian's brow furrowed. "How close were you two?"Of course, he would figure that out.I hesitated. Part of me wanted to shield that kid whom I used to know. But he was a monster now. He'd hurt my husband in more ways that one."We were... close." I told Killian. "He used to joke about marrying me. He said I'd be his queen."Killian smirked, a flash of amusement breaking through the pain. "His queen, huh?"I blinked, surprised by his