All Chapters of Married to My Father's Killer: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ariella didn’t realize she was clenching the edge of the blanket until Lucien’s fingers brushed over hers.He wasn’t touching her exactly.Just… close.Close enough that her pulse fluttered against her throat like a warning she didn’t want to obey.“Look at me,” he said quietly.The room was dim only the bedside lamp on, giving everything a soft warmth that didn’t belong to their world. He still had that cut on his cheek, still looked like he’d spent every drop of himself getting to her. And maybe he had.She lifted her eyes.Big mistake.Lucien’s gaze locked onto hers with that dark, steady intensity that always stripped her bare. Not with force. Not with power.With truth.“You scared me tonight,” he murmured.Her breath caught. “I scared you?”“Don’t twist my words.” His jaw tightened. “You don’t get it. I walked into that house and—” He exhaled sharply. “I thought I was too late.”The heat in her chest had nothing to do with fear now.She shifted slightly, the blanket slipping off

The words hung in the hallway like smoke thick, choking, impossible to ignore.Ariella stared at Lucien, waiting for him to say it was a joke, an exaggeration, a misunderstanding. But the look in his eyes killed all hope of that.He wasn’t afraid for himself.He was terrified for her.Ariella’s pulse thudded in her throat. “Lucien… who did we just piss off?”He didn’t answer immediately. He just stepped closer, cupping her jaw gently almost too gently for a man whose entire life was soaked in shadows.“Someone I hoped was buried with the worst parts of me,” he murmured.Her breath caught. “Then why come back now?”His jaw tightened. He didn’t have the answer. That alone scared her more than the threats.The burner buzzed again. Lucien’s hand shot out, silencing it before it vibrated off the console table. He didn’t open the message this time. He simply turned the phone over, screen down, as if seeing more would snap something inside him.“We need to leave,” he said. “Now.”Ariella bli

Ariella couldn’t move at first. The sound of Adrian’s name spoken so casually, like it wasn’t the kind of name that should only be whispered in nightmares hung in the air between them.Lucien didn’t look away from his brother. He stood like a man forced to face the ghost he prayed would stay buried.Adrian took a slow step forward, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Little brother… you look disappointed. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”Lucien’s voice was low, almost broken. “You’re supposed to be dead.”“Mm.” Adrian nodded like he agreed politely. “I was. For a very long time. But death gets boring. And you" His eyes slid to Ariella, lingering a second too long. “You’ve been busy in my absence.”Ariella felt Lucien stiffen beside her.She didn’t hide behind him this time.She stepped forward, even though her knees trembled. “What do you want?”Adrian’s gaze softened, strangely gentle. “The truth. The same thing you want.”He moved closer, and Lucien immediat

The footsteps grew louder, steady, unhurried.Elise wasn’t sneaking in.She wanted them to hear her.Lucien moved instantly, grabbing Ariella by the waist and pulling her behind him. Adrian shifted to the side, his hand already hovering close to the knife tucked at his belt. Every sound in the house sharpened the hum of the lights, the wind scraping the windows, Ariella’s shaky breathing that she tried to control but couldn’t.Lucien’s voice was low. “Stay behind me.”Ariella nodded, but her eyes never left the doorway.A shadow passed across it.Then Elise stepped into the study like it was any normal evening, her hair pulled back, her clothes spotless, a calmness around her that made the entire room feel even more dangerous. She shut the door with a soft click, her gaze sweeping over all of them as though she had walked into an inconvenient meeting not a war.“Ariella,” she said first, her voice smooth, almost gentle. “I hoped you’d rest longer.”Ariella’s stomach twisted.Lucien r

Ariella didn’t remember choosing to move.Her body just… obeyed.One step forward.Lucien’s hand shot out, catching her wrist. His grip was tight, desperate.“Ariella, don’t do this.”She couldn’t look at him. If she did, she’d break.“Lucien,” she whispered, “if I don’t go, he’ll kill you.”“And if you do go,” he said, voice low and shaking, “I’ll lose you anyway.”His words cut deeper than the fear already clawing at her chest.De Silva watched them quietly, the red target still centered on her forehead.He didn’t rush her.He didn’t need to.He knew he’d already won.Adrian shifted behind them, jaw clenched. “This is a trap,” he said. “He won’t let her walk out of here alive.”De Silva’s smile widened. “Says the boy who’s spent his whole life running from the truth.”Adrian stiffened, but he didn’t look away from Ariella.“Ari,” he murmured, “your father didn’t die just to hand you over to this monster.”Ariella’s throat tightened.Everyone had a piece of her father’s story.Except