All Chapters of Married to My Father's Killer: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Cold air slapped Ariella’s face as De Silva dragged her toward the black car. She didn’t fight not because she was afraid, but because she was buying time. Her wrists burned from the rope, her legs shook, but her mind was sharp. Lucien was coming. She felt it in her bones. The car door opened and she was pushed inside. The leather was cold, the smell too clean, too expensive. Elise slipped in beside her, closing the door with a soft click. Ariella didn’t turn her head, but she felt Elise’s eyes on her. “You don’t have to make this harder,” Elise murmured. Ariella laughed under her breath. It wasn’t funny — just tired. Worn-out. Betrayed. “You tied me to a chair,” Ariella whispered. “And sold me like a secret. I’m not the one making things hard.” Elise didn’t respond. The car pulled away, swallowing them into the darkness. Trees blurred past. The road curved. Ariella forced herself to stay awake, stay alert, stay breathing even though fear pressed on her chest like a w

Ariella had stopped shaking, but only because she forced herself to.Fear made noise.Noise got you killed.She learned that quickly inside De Silva’s mansion.The room they locked her in wasn’t a cell that would’ve been too obvious. Too crude.It was a beautiful space, almost soft: white walls, velvet curtains, a chandelier flickering like a dying star. The kind of room you put a guest in… or a prisoner you wanted to break slowly.Her wrists still hurt from Elise’s grip. Her cheek throbbed where De Silva’s men shoved her. But her anger kept her upright.She paced the room, counting steps.Six from the door to the window.Nine from the window to the bed.She repeated it again, slower, letting her breathing even out. She used to do this when she was little — pacing calmed her. Her father always said it helped her “organize the storm.”Right now the storm was all she had.She reached the window for the fourth time and pressed her palm against the cold glass. Outside, lightning cut the

Elise moved faster than Ariella expected.Her hand shot out, fingers curling around Ariella’s arm like a steel trap, yanking her back before she reached De Silva.“Stop,” Elise snapped. “You don’t understand what you’re interfering with.”Ariella wrenched her arm free, glaring at her.“Oh, I understand perfectly. You’re going to let him die.”The room went silent.Even the guards shifted uneasily.De Silva didn’t. He simply folded his hands, watching Ariella with the idle interest of a man observing a chess piece that doesn’t know it’s already checkmated.“You think this is about Lucien?” he asked calmly. “But he’s just a variable. A loyal one, yes. A dangerous one, absolutely. But still just a variable.”Ariella’s pulse hammered in her ears.“No one is just a variable.”Elise exhaled sharply. She looked tired. Older. As if the weight of every lie she’d carried was finally crushing her.“He shouldn’t have come,” Elise murmured, eyes drifting back to the screen. “He wasn’t supposed to

Behind her, Elise's grip loosened, not because she stopped caring, but because even she didn’t know whether to hold Ariella back or let her run straight into the fire.Ariella didn’t move.Couldn’t.Her eyes stayed locked on Lucien as he staggered behind another stone column, breathing hard, blood darkening the side of his shirt. He wiped his hands on the ground and pushed himself upright again, even as three more soldiers advanced toward him.He was running out of strength.But not out of fight.Ariella’s voice trembled, barely a whisper.“Why are you doing this to him?”De Silva didn’t answer at first. He studied Lucien with a strange fascination, like someone watching a rare animal struggle to survive.He finally spoke.“You ask the wrong questions, Ariella. The real one is why haven’t you chosen a side yet?”Her jaw tightened. “There’s no side that involves him dying.”“There is if his death makes you stronger.”Ariella turned toward him, her voice low and steady.“I’m not you. I

The car door slammed, sealing Ariella inside with Elise and two armed guards.The engine roared to life.Ariella’s heartbeat drowned out everything else.Her wrists burned from the ropes.Her voice felt torn from the scream she’d thrown across the room.Lucien…She pressed her forehead to the cold window, searching desperate for any glimpse of him.All she saw was chaos.Smoke drifting through the broken doorway.Shadows of men scrambling for control.And Lucien barely standing using the wall to drag himself up.Blood streaked down the side of his face.But he was still looking at her.Still reaching.Still choosing her, even when he could barely stay conscious.Ariella’s chest clenched so violently she thought she might collapse.“Drive,” Elise commanded.The vehicle lurched forward.“No NO!” Ariella threw her weight toward the door, but a guard immediately pinned her back to the seat with the cold muzzle of a gun.“Sit still,” Elise snapped, her voice shaking with something between