All Chapters of Married to My Father's Killer: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sebastian always preferred the view from above.Not because it made him feel powerful, though it did.Not because he liked watching the city move like a machine he’d built, though he had shaped far more of it than the people below would ever realize.He liked the height because from here the chaos made sense.Every light was a choice.Every road was a path.Every shadow was a secret waiting for the right moment to surface.He stood in the corner office of a high-rise two blocks away from the unfinished tower where Ariella and the others had confronted Adrian. The office wasn’t his, technically. It belonged to the CEO of a logistics firm who believed Sebastian was simply an “advisor.” The man had left ten minutes ago, eager to “give Sebastian the space he needed.”People always gave him space.They sensed something. They didn’t always know what, but they stepped aside.He watched the tower across the city. He couldn’t see the figures inside it, but he didn’t need to. He had known the p

Lucien’s car cut through the narrow back streets, headlights off, engine barely above a whisper. Ariella sat in the passenger seat, her arms folded tightly across her chest as if holding herself together. Adrian was in the backseat, bound but slightly more relaxed now that he had chosen a side—if that was what this counted as.The city outside looked unchanged, which annoyed Ariella.How could everything look normal when everything inside her felt like shifting ground?Lucien glanced at her. “You’re quiet.”She didn’t answer for a few seconds. “I’m thinking.”“That’s allowed.”She shot him a look. “You keep saying that.”“Because it’s true.” His voice was steady, gentle in a way that didn’t feel fragile or condescending. “I need you clear-headed for what comes next.”She turned her gaze out the window again.She was clear-headed.Just… boiling.“All this time…” Ariella murmured. “Sebastian was watching? Moving pieces behind our backs? Pretending to be some distant ally while planning

Sebastian didn’t flinch under their stares. He stood as though the entire room was built around him, the lights angled to crown him, the silence shaped to obey him. Ariella felt Lucien shift closer, his presence steady at her side, but her eyes never left the man who had been behind too many shadows for too long.Sebastian moved around the desk, not sitting, just placing one hand on the polished edge. “Before we begin, Ariella, I want to make something clear. I didn’t bring you here to kill you.”Her jaw tightened. “That’s almost funny.”Sebastian’s mouth curved slightly, not quite a smile. “I brought you here because you’re the only person who can confirm the truth your grandfather tried to bury years ago.”A flicker of something—memory, anger, dread—stirred inside her. “Don’t talk about him as though you didn’t serve him. As though you didn’t obey him.”“Serve him?” Sebastian repeated. “I built half the empire he claimed as his. Your grandfather was a visionary, yes, but also a man

Ariella had never seen a room fall silent so quickly.Lucien stood beside her, shoulders squared, expression carved from something colder than stone. Adrian hovered near the doorway, keeping watch, listening for footsteps that might mean trouble. And Rafael… Rafael was still trying to process the truth he had confessed minutes ago—truth that neither of them was fully prepared for.But the chaos wasn’t fire anymore.It wasn’t shouting.It wasn’t Elise trying to twist the truth or Sebastian lurking in the shadows of their past.It was the slow, terrifying quiet that comes right before the last layer of lies finally collapses.Rafael exhaled, long and shaky. “Lucien… Ariella… he isn’t done.”Lucien didn’t flinch. “Sebastian?”“Yes.” Rafael ran a hand through his hair. “And whatever Elise told you… it’s only scratching the surface.”Ariella felt a pressure building in her chest. “Then say what you need to say.”Rafael hesitated—and that alone frightened her. He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t timi

The room felt too quiet. Too still. Almost unnatural after everything they had survived.Ariella stood near the window, arms folded tightly against her chest. She wasn’t shaking anymore. She wasn’t terrified or confused or caught between two impossible choices. She was simply exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that sits behind the ribs and refuses to leave.Lucien watched her from the doorway. Not touching. Not speaking. Just watching the way her breath rose and fell. He knew that rhythm now. He knew when she was fighting tears, when she was angry, when she was pretending to be stronger than she felt.Right now she was none of those things.She was thinking.Rafael paced behind them like a storm trapped in a narrow space. He was muttering under his breath, nothing loud enough to form a full sentence. Just irritation threaded with something else. Something almost like fear although Rafael would rather bite through glass than admit he was afraid of anything.Elise sat in the corner. Quie