Todos los capítulos de Married by Mistake, Loved by Fate: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

“Don’t touch me, Austin!”Lucy’s voice sliced through the penthouse, sharp and trembling, her hair wild from the chaos that still lingered after the blast. Shards of glass glittered across the floor like broken stars, and the smell of smoke still hung thick in the air.Austin froze halfway across the room, blood streaking the side of his jaw. His hand was still raised, hesitant, open, but she turned away before he could speak.“You planned this,” she hissed. “All of it. The lies, the missions, my mother… You used me.”He clenched his jaw, forcing back the storm inside him. “Lucy, stop. You don’t understand what’s happening.”“Then make me understand!” she snapped, eyes blazing with fury and heartbreak. “Every time I try to trust you, you twist it. You disappear for days, come back bleeding, and call it protection. Protection from what, Austin? From you?”Her voice shook, but she didn’t stop. “For me to even think that this love I have for you might be the thing destroying me…” she wh

morning hit like a storm before dawn.Austin didn’t sleep for a second.By the time the first light cracked through the blinds, he was already dressed in black, his tie knotted sharp, his face carved from stone. The phone calls had been made. Every major investor, board member, and journalist in the city was already on their way to the DiMarco Holdings conference hall.Today wasn’t business.Today was war, and Austin planned to end it with truth.Lucy stood by the doorway, arms folded over her silk robe, eyes still swollen from the sleepless night. “You’re really going through with this,” she said quietly.He didn’t look at her. “Yes.”Her voice trembled with disbelief. “You’re about to set yourself on fire, Austin.”He finally turned. His eyes met hers, steady and dark. “Sometimes that’s the only way to burn out the rot.”She blinked, caught between awe and terror. “And what about us?”He exhaled. “Whatever survives the flames.”Before she could respond, he walked past her, the fai

“Get your filthy hands off me!”Greg’s voice sliced through the sterile air like a whip. The emergency bay was filled with chaos — doctors shouting codes, nurses rushing stretchers, machines beeping in wild rhythm. But amid the commotion, he sat up on the gurney like a man resurrected from the dead, eyes burning with fury.“Sir, you need to stay down,” one of the paramedics urged, pressing a gauze to his bleeding shoulder.Greg jerked away, his voice venomous. “I said, don’t touch me!”The officer standing nearby frowned. “Greg Peterson, you’re under federal observation. We’ll need to”Greg’s head snapped toward him, his tone dripping with contempt. “Don’t you ever call me that name again.”The officer blinked. “Excuse me?”“My name is Greg Durojaiye,” he growled, voice low but cutting. “Learn it. Say it right.”For a second, even the machines seemed to pause.Greg’s gaze was cold, the kind that didn’t just stare through you, it erased you.The officer hesitated, checking the report

“Put on your red dress.”Venessa turned sharply at the sound of Greg’s voice. He stood by the mirror, shirt half-buttoned, his reflection sharp and unreadable. The rage from earlier had vanished, replaced by something quieter, colder.“What?” she asked carefully.“You heard me,” he said, slipping on his cufflinks with deliberate precision. “We’re going out tonight. Dinner. Drinks. Somewhere expensive.”Venessa frowned. “Greg, after what just happened”“Exactly *because* of what just happened.” He buttoned his jacket, straightened his tie, and looked at her through the mirror. “You think Austin’s little circus press conference broke me? No. It just gave me an audience. And I’m going to show them I’m still standing.”His voice carried that dangerous calm, the kind that always came before the storm.Venessa hesitated. She could see it in his eyes that same hunger for control, for dominance, for proof that he was still untouchable. And despite everything, a part of her still followed th

“Finally!” Greg barked into the phone, sitting up too fast. His head spun, temples throbbing. “You finally decided to call back, huh? Why the hell didn’t you pick up yesterday? I called you severally!” His voice rose, sharp and raw. “Are you mad? Are you stupid?”There was a pause on the other end, then a cold, measured reply.“Do not shout at me again, Greg,” Holland said flatly. “And don’t you ever call me again.”Greg froze, disbelief flashing across his face. “What did you just say to me?”“I said” Holland’s tone was steady but heavy, like a man walking on a line he didn’t want to cross. “don’t call me again. You’ve been officially blacklisted by the firm.”Greg’s hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles turned white. “You’re out of your damn mind. You work for me!”“Not anymore.” The lawyer’s voice dropped lower, almost pitying now. “You don’t seem to understand, Greg. Nobody wants to be associated with you. Not after what’s coming.”Greg’s chest constricted. “What’s co