Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married by Mistake, Loved by Fate: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

“She did,” the man said simply, his tone cutting through the air like a blade. “But let’s get one thing straight, Austin DiMarco didn’t take your company. He just reclaimed what was already his. You were the thief, Greg. You built your empire on secrets, on leverage, on other people’s weaknesses. You didn’t climb, you cornered.”Greg froze mid-step, his chest tightening. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he muttered, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him.“Oh, I know enough.” The man stepped closer, his polished shoes silent against the cracked tiles. “You blackmailed our way into those boardrooms. You used what you knew about Austin’s father to push him out. You used people, good people, to build your throne. And you thought the world forgot.”He tilted his head, his voice lowering. “But the world remembers, Mr. Crawford. It always does.”Greg’s eyes burned with anger and shame, old memories clawing to the surface. “I did what I had to,” he said through gritt

Lucy couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in a long while, she realized that living as the real Mrs. Austin wasn’t so bad after all. Everything that once seemed like chaos now felt like part of a divine plan. She whispered a quiet *thank you* to God, grateful that things had turned out the way they did.But as she stood by the edge of the bed, a thought crossed her mind. Greg.Her heart softened for a moment. “Yes, I know he did terrible things to me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “But still… I can’t bring myself to wish him harm.”She sighed, staring out the window as the morning light spilled gently across the room. Some pains, she realized, were better left in the past.For a long moment, Lucy didn’t move. The screen of her phone glowed faintly against the soft light of the candle, two new messages waiting. One from Greg. The other from her DadShe stared at it, her heartbeat quick and heavy, the moment trembling between past and present. Then, slowly, sh

“Lucy, wake up.”The voice came through the fog first, low and urgent, wrapped in something warm and familiar. Then came the touch, strong fingers brushing across her cheek.Her eyes fluttered open to a blur of gold and white. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. Then the scent hit her, cedar, smoke, and that faint trace of Austin’s cologne that always made her heartbeat lose rhythm.She was in his mansion.The storm had passed. But outside the tall glass windows, the sky still looked bruised, as if it hadn’t forgiven the night before.“Austin?” she whispered, her voice rough, her throat dry.“I’m here.” His voice was steady, but there was a crack in it — the kind only fear leaves behind. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up, hair tousled, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes looked tired, haunted.Lucy blinked, disoriented. “What happened?”“You fainted,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “After the fire.”Her breath caugh

The rain hadn’t stopped. It came down in fine, relentless threads, drumming softly against the glass walls of the mansion like a thousand unspoken words.Lucy stood in the hallway, barefoot, wearing one of Austin’s shirts, the one he’d thrown over her shoulders after everything fell apart. It still smelled like him, smoke, cedar, and something darker, something that made her chest ache.The night had been too long. Too full.Now, only silence remained.Greg had been taken away, unconscious, guarded, broken. Her father had left in quiet disgrace, not a word spoken. The house, once filled with power and pretense, now felt emptied out. The ghosts were quieter… but they were still there.She wandered through the corridor, her fingers trailing along the cool marble walls, stopping every few steps as though listening for something. And then she heard it, the soft click of a door opening behind her.Austin.She didn’t have to turn around to know it was him. His presence changed the air,

“Lucy!”Austin’s voice tore through the storm.He slammed open the mansion door, rainwater splashing against the marble as thunder cracked like a whip overhead. His heart was pounding so hard he could barely breathe. He had felt it, something wrong. A pull in his chest he couldn’t explain. And now, the study door was half open, the smell of smoke crawling through the air like a warning.“Lucy!” he called again, his boots echoing through the hall.When he stepped inside the study, the world seemed to freeze.The shattered window. The broken glass glittering under the stormlight. The overturned chair.And there, on the floor, Lucy, motionless, pale, her hair spread out like spilled ink against the marble.“God, no.”Austin dropped to his knees, lifting her gently. Her pulse, faint, but there. Relief hit him like lightning. He cradled her against his chest, shaking her slightly. “Lucy, wake up… come on, baby, wake up.”Her eyelids fluttered weakly. “A… Austin?”“I’m here,” he said hoarse