Todos los capítulos de Married by Mistake, Loved by Fate: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Outside, the press grew bolder. One cameraman pushed past the velvet ropes and planted himself directly in view of the main entrance, the lens zoom hungry. He shouted, “Mrs. DiMarco! Will you deny it? Tell us! Are you only in this marriage for a contract? Do you love him?”Lucy felt every word like a cold slap. She wanted to answer, to defend, to pour the truth out and let it clean them like flame. But the truth wasn’t clean. It was messy, secret, layered with shame and necessity and something she still hadn’t decided to call love.Austin moved like a soldier with a map of the battlefield plotted inside his skull. He stepped into the cameras’ paths, shielding her as men in suits moved, blocking microphones with limbs like human barriers. He pulled her so close the press couldn’t pry their faces into focus without capturing his fist curled in her hair.Then he did it: he pulled her toward him and kissed her again, longer, harder, as if he could press his truth into her mouth and the ca

“Get Lucy inside. Now.” Austin’s command cracked like thunder, slicing through the chaos as the first helicopter blades shredded the night sky, floodlights sweeping the estate lawn like prison beams.Guards sprinted into formation, rifles raised, but the air was already trembling with the whine of descent. Glass rattled in the mansion’s windows. Lucy stood frozen at the grand staircase, her chest heaving.“Austin…” Her voice cracked, thin, terrified.But he didn’t look at her. He was already striding toward the gates, phone pressed to his ear, barking orders in a rhythm that sounded like war. “West flank. Lock the perimeter. Anyone without a badge, disarm them.” His hand clenched around his pistol. “We hold this ground, no matter what it costs.”Lucy ran after him, her bare feet slapping marble. “Wait! You can’t just”He spun, catching her wrist with a grip that seared. His eyes were wildfire, molten with something between rage and desperation. “You stay where I can see you. If you st

“Choose?” Lucy’s voice ripped through the night, half scream, half sob. Her arms locked around Austin’s blood-soaked frame, her chest heaving as she glared into the floodlights where Angela stood shackled. “You think I’ll play your games, Greg? You think you can split us like toys on a board?”Greg’s laugh oozed from the loudspeaker, smooth and merciless. “Oh, darling, you’re already playing. You just don’t realize it. Every breath you take beside DiMarco is a move, every tear for your sister a wager. And the world… ah, the world is my audience.”Austin coughed, pain crackling through his voice as he forced words between clenched teeth. “Lucy. Don’t… don’t give him the satisfaction. He’s bluffing. He always bluffs.”Greg’s tone sharpened. “Bluff? Then let me show you how real this is.”The big screen Greg had set up beyond the gates flickered to life, projecting an image across the estate walls. It wasn’t Angela’s bruised face this time, it was a video.The recording.Angela’s voice f

“Call her a fraud again, old man.”Austin’s voice cut like a blade through the suffocating silence of the hall.The marble floors gleamed beneath the chandeliers, but no shine could soften the tension simmering in that room. Every DiMarco relative, uncles, cousins, even the wives with dripping jewels, shifted, caught between loyalty to blood and fear of Austin’s wrath.Grandfather Ben leaned on his cane, his gaze venomous. “You shame this family with every breath, Austin. And now you chain us to her. A woman bought it by contract.”Lucy felt the words slice her open. Heat flushed her cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from rage and humiliation. She wanted to scream, to tear back the veil of lies Greg had thrown over her name. But Austin’s grip on her hand tightened until she thought her bones might break.“Careful,” Austin hissed. His jaw locked, eyes blazing. “This woman saved me when the rest of you turned your backs. Not Maria, not you, not any of the parasites that feed off my na

The night bled into dawn too fast, maybe because neither Lucy nor Austin could bear the waiting.She could still feel it, seared into her skin: the way his grip on her hand had tightened like iron. His voice had thundered across the hall, silencing every breath.“She is mine. Contract or not. And if you spit on her, you spit on me.” His gaze carved through the DiMarco bloodline like a blade, daring anyone to defy him. “Understand this, the DiMarco name isn’t worth the dust beneath my boots if it means sacrificing her.”The memory still burned in Lucy’s chest, equal parts terror and awe.The air crackled, heavy, unbearable.Then, like a gunshot, the massive double doors banged open.A guard rushed in, panting. “Sir, social feeds are exploding. Hashtag #DiMarcoContractMarriage is everywhere. Reporters are outside the gates, hundreds of them. They’re demanding a statement.”Every head snapped toward Lucy. Whispers rose like a swarm of insects.Grandfather Ben’s lips peeled back in a crue