บททั้งหมดของ Married to My Father's Killer: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Ariella forced herself to stay limp as the guard dragged her through the hallways of De Silva’s estate. Every step echoed like a countdown. She kept her breathing steady, her face blank, her wrists loose in the ropes she’d already loosened. She wasn’t breaking. She was calculating. The guard shoved open a heavy door and pushed her inside what looked like an unfinished wing of the mansion, bare walls, exposed beams, and a single chair bolted to the floor. He gripped her shoulders, forcing her down. “You’ll stay put,” he muttered. Ariella lifted her gaze to him, her expression empty. “You’d be surprised how often I don’t.” His brows pulled together, confused just long enough. Perfect. Her knee shot up, fast and hard, connecting squarely with his ribs. The guard gasped, stumbling back. Ariella used the second he gave her, slipping one hand free from the rope. She grabbed the metal leg of the chair cold, heavy, and swung it at his head. It connected. He dropped. Her breath

Lucien didn’t wait for a plan.The second he saw Elise shoving the cuffed man toward the SUV, he grabbed Ariella’s wrist and pulled her behind the nearest stack of crates.“Stay low,” he murmured.Ariella’s pulse hammered so loudly she was sure Elise could hear it. The engines were already warming, headlights cutting sharp lines across the concrete floor.Elise yanked the man upright by his collar.He stumbled, letting out a rough, pained sound.And Ariella recognized it instantly.“Adrian,” she breathed.Lucien stiffened beside her.Elise slapped Adrian across the face hard.“Get in the car,” she snapped. “We don’t have time for your weakness.”Ariella clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms.She had never hated Elise more than in that moment.Lucien’s hand brushed her shoulder, grounding her.“She’s taking him to De Silva,” he whispered. “If they leave this building, we lose them.”Ariella swallowed. “So what do we do?”Lucien’s eyes....cold, focused, dangerous...locked ont

For a moment, no one spoke.The alarms had stopped. The gunfire in the distance had quieted. Even the wind felt like it was holding its breath.Ariella stepped closer, the small device cold in her hand.“Elise,” she said quietly, “who is the real enemy?”Elise’s gaze flicked to Lucien, then back to Ariella measured, almost calculating.“Not him,” she said. “Not me. Not even the De Silvas.”Ariella felt her pulse spike. “Then who?”Elise swallowed, and for the first time since Ariella had known her, there was a tremor in her voice.“You think your father died because of a feud? Because of one attack?” She shook her head. “No. That was just the spark they needed.”Lucien’s grip tightened on her arm. “Who is they?”Elise’s eyes softened, not with kindness, but with pity.“You still don’t get it,” she murmured. “There’s someone above all of this. Someone who ordered everything, everything from the hit on her father to the bounty on both of you.”Ariella’s throat went dry.“Give me a name.

Adrian didn’t move at first.He stood there, shoulders tense, eyes flicking between the two people he’d spent half his life protecting and the two people he had betrayed in ways he couldn’t take back.Ariella’s breath shivered in her chest.Lucien’s grip on her hand tightened, grounding her.“Talk,” Ariella repeated, voice barely above a whisper.Adrian pressed his tongue against his cheek, looked down, then back up at her. There was something devastating in his expression not guilt, not shame… something deeper. Something that made Ariella’s skin prickle.“I never wanted to be part of this,” he said slowly. “Not the bloodshed. Not the lies. And definitely not the part where you look at me like I’m a stranger.”“You are a stranger,” Lucien snapped.Adrian didn’t rise to the bait.He just… stared at Ariella.“I tried to protect you,” he whispered. “Long before Elise did. Long before De Silva cared. Long before your father understood what you were stepping into.”Ariella frowned.“My fa

Adrian’s confession hung in the air like smoke, thick enough that Elena felt it in her throat. The room seemed to shrink around them, the edges blurring until the only things she could see clearly were Adrian’s fists curling tight at his sides and the tension radiating off Damian like a warning.Elena didn’t move. She didn’t speak. She needed him to keep talking, even though every instinct in her told her she might not want to hear what came next.“What deal?” she asked quietly.Her voice didn’t shake, even though her pulse was hammering.Adrian hesitated, but it wasn’t the kind of hesitation that came from fear. It was the kind that came from someone who knew that once they said something out loud, they could never take it back.“The night you disappeared,” he finally said. “It wasn’t random. It wasn’t an accident. Someone wanted leverage over him. Over Damian.”The words struck harder than she expected. She felt Damian shift behind her, just enough that she sensed him bracing.Elena