All Chapters of MY KILLER'S HUSBAND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first rule of being Leo Moretti’s husband?You never ask twice.The second?Never let him see you flinch.Jacob had learned both rules by morning.He sat alone in the massive dining room, a crystal glass of untouched orange juice sweating in his hand. The table stretched like a runway, too long for two people, too elegant for comfort. Leo wasn’t there yet, and the silence was starting to crawl under Jacob’s skin.Matteo, the ever-smirking right-hand man, stood by the double doors like a statue with eyes.Jacob cleared his throat. “Does your boss always skip breakfast?”Matteo’s lips twitched. “He skips a lot of things. Breakfast. Small talk. Mercy.”“How charming,” Jacob muttered, sipping the juice just to have something to do with his mouth.The doors creaked open behind him. Jacob didn’t need to turn around; he felt it. That shift in the air. That weight. That quiet thunder that came with Leo’s presence.Leo walked in, suit pressed, no tie, shirt unbuttoned just enough to sugges

Jacob knew something Leo didn’t.And that knowledge sat like a shard of glass under his tongue.He couldn’t unsee it: the ring. Matteo’s ring.Clear as blood in snow, captured on the footage with Gabriel.Leo hadn’t noticed. But Jacob had.And now he had a choice: tell the man who married him at gunpoint, or hold the information like a weapon.Power.For once, Jacob Blake had a little of it.And that scared him more than the truth.The estate was still on high alert.Armed guards at every door. Surveillance feeds monitored 24/7. Matteo moved through the halls with his usual swagger, barking orders and making calls.Jacob watched him like a hawk.It was subtle at first. A twitch when Gabriel’s name came up. A delayed blink occurred when Leo mentioned the USB. A moment of silence that stretched a little too long.Jacob was no criminal. But he’d been around enough liars to recognize one trying not to sweat.Matteo was hiding something.And Jacob was done being in the dark.That night, Ja

Gabriel didn’t knock.He walked into Leo’s world like he’d never left it, like a ghost tired of being dead. No warning. No guards stopped him. No cameras caught him.That was the problem.Leo found the black envelope on his bed.No seal. Just a folded photograph.Jacob.Asleep.In Leo’s bed.And scrawled across the bottom in blood-red ink: “He’s beautiful when he’s vulnerable. Shame you never appreciated that.”Leo didn’t scream.Didn’t curse.He just crushed the photograph in his fist and whispered a name he hadn’t dared to speak aloud in years.“Gabriel.”And in the reflection of the mirror behind him, Gabriel smiled.Two hours earlier…Jacob sat in the library, staring at the fire, mind spiraling.Matteo was gone. Not dead. Just… vanished. Leo didn’t talk about it. Neither did the guards. Which meant he was somewhere off-grid, either a loose end waiting to be cut, or a pawn being flipped to the other side.Jacob had earned Leo’s trust now. Or something like it.But trust in thi

A kill changes everything.Not just the blood on your hands, but what it awakens in your soul.Jacob had never killed anyone before.But by the time this chapter ended, he wouldn’t be able to say that again.It started with a whisper.Jacob was in the greenhouse, pruning a vine Leo couldn’t even name.He liked the peace there and also liked the fact that no one bothered him.But this time, someone did.A whisper behind the glass.A shadow too still to be part of the leaves.And then he heard a gunshot.The glass shattered beside his head.Jacob dropped low, heart thudding, adrenaline flooding.A second shot rang out. Missed again.He rolled behind a marble bench, grabbed the pruning shears, and scanned for movement.Then he saw the shooter, it was one of Leo’s guards.Face twisted in fear.Eyes not on Jacob, but behind him.Jacob turned.And there he was.Gabriel, unarmed and smiling.“You should be dead,” Jacob said.Gabriel tilted his head. “So should you.”Leo heard the shots and r

Some monsters are born.Others are made.And then there are those you marry, without knowing they’ve already buried your name in their past.The call came at 4:12 a.m.Jacob had just started to drift, still tangled in Leo’s sheets, his skin warm from a shower that hadn't washed anything clean.The burner phone buzzed once.Then again.No caller ID.No name.Jacob sat up, staring at the screen like it might bite.He answered on the fourth ring.And the voice on the other end cracked something inside him. “Matteo's dead, Jacob. The funeral’s today. You weren’t supposed to know. But I couldn’t let you find out from them.”Then the call cut.Three hours later, Jacob stood in the garden graveyard.Dirt under his shoes. Wind knifing through his coat.The funeral was silent, no prayers, no words. Just Leo and a few stone-faced men from the inner circle.The coffin was black, sealed with wax and Moretti crimson thread. Jacob hadn’t been invited. No one had said a word to him.