All Chapters of Touch Me And You're Dead[English] : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41I purposely woke up early to visit Arthur and ask him to teach me how to read. Of course, he had no idea I was planning to show up at his office.“What are you doing here, Kyline?”The hallway was empty—no guards posted outside—and the office door was slightly ajar. I froze when I saw a stunning woman inside, standing in front of Arthur.“I just wanted to see you. Am I disturbing you?” the woman asked gently, her lips curled into a soft smile.My brows furrowed when she suddenly reached out and placed her hand on Arthur’s chest. He quickly pushed her hand away and stood up, visibly irritated.“If you’re done and don’t need anything else, get lost. I have a mountain of paperwork to deal with,” Arthur said flatly, straightening in his seat.I rolled my eyes. Just how many flies buzz around this old man? Though calling him old might be a stretch—he's only in his thirties, and with that face and charisma, he hardly looks it. The woman wasn’t much older than me either, probably

Chapter 43After my conversation with Art, I started feeling a bit better. He had a point, after all.“Mama? Are you okay now? Beryl and I got worried because you didn’t leave your room after you and Dad left during breakfast,” Peri said as he hugged my leg the moment I stepped out of the room and was greeted by my children.I knelt and looked at Beryl, meeting her eye level. I didn’t need to question what Dad did—because as a parent, there's nothing a mother or father wouldn’t do for their child.When Dad tried to force me to abort my children and I had nowhere to run, I was at my weakest. But to protect them, and to be with them, I jumped off the yacht. God knows how much I wanted to live—that’s why I ended up under the Nicastro’s care, playing hide and seek with death.“There’s nothing else I want in this lifetime but to see you grow up healthy, happy, and smart enough so that no one can abuse you or look down on you,” I whispered as I stared into my children's eyes.“What are you

Chapter 45“Nanny, what’s going on? Why are there so many people?” young Hilda asked as she sat on the older woman’s lap, looking out the window. From there, they could see several guests stepping out of their luxurious cars and walking toward the mansion.“It’s Miss Alica’s birthday,” the old woman replied, which made Hilda pause and look up.“Nanny? What’s a birthday?” the little girl asked curiously. A shadow of sadness crossed the nanny’s face as she softly explained, “It’s the day a person was born.”“I want a birthday too, Nanny! When is my birthday?”Hilda immediately climbed down and stood before her nanny, raising both hands in excitement. She said she wanted to wear a pretty dress too and have many people come over.The old woman gave a bittersweet smile and gently cupped Hilda’s cheek.“Alright, when your birthday comes, I’ll make you a beautiful dress,” she promised.Hilda jumped up and down with glee. In their current situation, it was already a blessing if they could eat

Chapter 47Every time I opened my eyes, I would see Art sitting on the single chair beside the bed, holding documents—even in the middle of the night.He would glance at me and ask, "Are you okay? Do you need something to drink?"I had lost track of how many days had passed. It felt like all I ever did was eat and sleep. I felt so weak.When I opened my eyes again, it was already morning. I looked around and saw that Art was no longer there. I felt a bit sad seeing the empty chair.“He just stepped out for a quick shower.”I froze and turned my head slightly. It was Aron, standing by the veranda, looking at me blankly. He sighed before walking toward the bed.“Dad probably won’t be back for a while. Khan and the others were looking for him earlier. It seems your kids are causing trouble again. Want to sit up?”I nodded weakly. I had no strength, so Aron helped me up. I asked him what had happened over the past few days and held my head.“Dad has practically turned this room into his o

Chapter 49I slowly opened my eyes, awakened by the sunlight peeking through the closed curtains.I couldn’t move right away—not when I felt something heavy draped over my waist. A large arm was wrapped around me. But it wasn’t that which caught my attention—it was my hand.My fingers were interlocked with someone else’s, and on my ring finger… there was a ring.I froze. That meant… last night wasn’t a dream.I turned my head slightly.Art was asleep behind me, holding me tightly, breathing deeply. I hadn’t even noticed I was crying until the tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t tell if it was from the dull pain slowly creeping from between my legs throughout my body—or from the overwhelming joy."Our kids will be mad if they see your eyes all swollen—especially Beryl."Art had woken up and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. His voice was deeper than usual. Without hesitation, he kissed me softly on the cheek.“Can you get up?” he asked.I looked at him incredulously. Did I loo