All Chapters of Married by Mistake, Loved by Fate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Vanessa.”Greg’s voice was hoarse when he came through the door, his tie pulled loose, sweat still damp at the collar. He slammed the door behind him, his chest heaving like a man who had outrun the devil.Vanessa peeked from the living room, her silk robe barely tied, lips curled in lazy amusement. “What’s with the face? You look like someone just stole your candy.”Greg tossed his phone on the couch, the screen still glowing with the audit notification. His laugh was manic, too loud, the kind that didn’t match his trembling hands. “Stole my candy? Baby, no. I just bought the whole damn store.”Vanessa arched a brow, sauntering toward him. “Meaning?”“Meaning…” He gripped her waist, dragging her close. “I just scored us seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”Her eyes widened, then narrowed with suspicion. “You what?”“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Greg snapped, but the grin was back on his face, wild and hungry. “I told you, didn’t I? Stick with me and you’ll never have to beg fo

The mahogany table gleamed like a mirror under the boardroom lights. Austin stood at its head, calm but coiled like a blade. His fingers rested lightly on the clicker in his hand, though every movement was precise, deliberate.“Gentlemen,” he began, his voice deep and resonant, “thank you for coming on such short notice. What I’m about to show you doesn’t leave this room.”The three men across the table exchanged guarded looks. These were not junior staff; they were legacy figures of the DiMarco empire, men who had served his father for decades. Their silence was agreement.Austin pressed the clicker. The screen lit up with Greg’s grinning face, one arm slung around Vanessa as they toasted champagne at a boutique in Paris.“Cartier. Dior. Chanel,” Austin said evenly, his words slicing the air. “Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars of our company’s money — spent like pocket change.”He clicked again. Lines of transactions appeared, each one branded with Greg’s authorization codes.

Two days after the scandal broke, silence became Lucy’s only refuge.The press still swarmed outside the Empire Tower, reporters shouting her name like vultures circling a wounded prey. Cameras flashed whenever she moved near the window. Even in the penthouse, she could feel the world clawing at her.That morning, she told Austin softly, “I need to see my parents.”He didn’t like it. He wanted to send guards, a driver, and a shadow to follow her.But she refused.She needed air.She needed to breathe somewhere no one called her a headline.And that was how she found herself standing before the grand iron gates of the DiMarco estate, the place that once smelled of home, of jasmine and peace, now heavy with silence and judgment.The mansion sat on a hill as usual, its white marble walls glowing softly under the afternoon sun. The gates parted slowly at her arrival, as if the house itself was deciding whether to let her in. A long stretch of driveway, paved with dark stones and lined wit

Her father’s arms lingered around her a little longer before he finally let go.“Go on,” he said softly, brushing a stray strand from her face. “He’s probably waiting for you.”Lucy nodded weakly. “Yeah… he is.”She picked up her bag, forcing a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Thanks, Dad.”He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll be fine, Lucy. Just… don’t lose yourself trying to love someone else.”His words followed her down the marble hallway, echoing in her head long after she stepped out into the evening chill.The sky had turned gray, bruised with clouds, the kind that carried both rain and memory. The driver hurried forward to open the car door, but Lucy shook her head.“It’s fine. I’ll drive myself.”He hesitated, unsure, but stepped back. Lucy slid into the driver’s seat, shutting the door with a soft thud that felt too final.The moment the engine started, her reflection flashed in the glass, eyes red, makeup faintly smeared, the perfect image of a woman tryin

“Who the hell is she, Austin?”The words lashed through the penthouse like thunder.Lucy’s voice trembled, not with fear this time, but fury. It was the kind that came from betrayal, from sleepless nights replaying a photo that wouldn’t leave her mind.Austin froze in the doorway, his phone still in his hand, his jaw tightening as though the truth itself was a weapon he didn’t know how to wield.“Lucy, not now,” he muttered, low and controlled. “This isn’t”“Not now?” she cut in sharply, stepping forward, eyes blazing. “You vanish in the middle of the night, you meet her in parking lots, and when I ask why, I get not now?”The tension was electric, raw, volatile. Every word felt like it could set the room on fire.Austin’s eyes flickered to the phone screen in his palm. A message flashed briefly before he turned it face-down.“Her name is Elena Marsh,” he said finally, tone clipped. “She’s helping me trace Greg’s network. That’s it.”Lucy laughed, the kind of laugh that hurt. “Helpi