All Chapters of Married by Mistake, Loved by Fate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

That night, Greg parked across the DiMarco estate, rain splattering against the windshield. A convoy of sleek cars rolled through the iron gates, engines purring like predators. Cameras flashed from a distance. Security guards stiffened as Lucy stepped out, every move regal, her gown trailing like liquid gold.Greg leaned forward, jaw clenched so tightly that the ache in his temples throbbed in sync with the rain hammering the windshield. His breath fogged the glass, small clouds curling into the cold night air of the car. He muttered, voice thick with venom, almost to himself, “So this is who she really was all along. Not a food vendor. Not the simple girl I thought I left behind… Bennett. A dynasty in silk.”His laugh escaped him, low, hollow, a sound that scraped across his own nerves before spilling into the night. Fury edged every note. “And I, God… I played by myself. I thought I was climbing, when she was already sitting on a throne.” He slammed his palm against the steering wh

“Not because I want you,” he whispered, leaning close, “but because you made me believe you were just a common girl… when you were a dynasty’s daughter all along. That lie… that insult… will cost you everything.”Then he sat back, eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. The hunger wasn’t for her love anymore. It was for the empire she had been born into, the empire he was now determined to bleed dry.Vanessa caught him more than once, his harsh temper flaring over nothing, the sharp scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his shirts though he hadn’t touched a pack in years, his sudden late nights where he came home with eyes that looked like a man possessed.That night, she finally snapped. She was waiting in the living room when he walked in, his jacket still damp from the rain. Her arms folded tight across her chest, her jaw set, her eyes flashing like she’d rehearsed this fight a hundred times in her head.“Where have you been?” she demanded, her voice shaking with anger, but also fear

“Do you think she even knows what she did to me?” Greg muttered, voice low, trembling with controlled fury. He crushed a photo of Lucy in his fist, the glossy edges cutting slightly into his palm. “Do you think she realizes that while she was building her empire, I was drowning in the shadows she left behind?”Vanessa entered quietly, her presence almost tentative. She had hoped to intervene before he fully lost himself, but the man before her wasn’t just angry, he was transformed. There was a predator’s calm in his movements, a cruel precision in his stare.“Greg…” she whispered, stepping closer.“Vanessa, listen,” he said, dragging a finger across a set of photographs spread across the desk. “You think I’m spiraling. You think I’m obsessed. No. This isn’t about love anymore. This is about balance. This is about teaching her, Lucy Bennett, that she doesn’t control me. That she never did.”Vanessa swallowed, trying to steady herself. “But Greg… she’s not your enemy. She’s… she’s”“She

The storm outside battered the city, rain hammering against the mansion windows like a warning drumbeat. Inside Greg’s office, the air was taut with calm menace. Every breath, every movement was measured, precise, lethal.Vanessa lingered in the corner, arms crossed, jaw tight. She had tried to stop him before, but now she knew it was impossible. He wasn’t just angry. He wasn’t broken. He was alive, and in a way that terrified her. Controlled. Calculated. Predatory.Greg leaned back in his leather chair, phone in hand, scrolling through encrypted messages from a driver he had bribed earlier. “Eyes are in place,” he murmured, voice low and deliberate. “Vendors, contractors… delivery men. Every gate. Every window… monitored.”Vanessa swallowed hard. “Greg… you’re turning her life into a cage. Watching her every move…”“No cage,” he cut in sharply, eyes narrowing. “This is the prelude. Every empire has cracks. Every crack has a seam. I am patient. Calculating. Subtle. And tonight… I have

Ella was there.Too close.Perched on the edge of Austin’s sofa, Ella’s silk blouse shimmered in the lamplight, every fold catching the glow as though she had dressed for this very stage. A porcelain cup balanced in her hand, elegant fingers curled around it with practiced grace. The faint swirl of steam lifted between them, carrying the sharp, comforting scent of his favorite blend.But it wasn’t the coffee, nor the blouse, that made Lucy’s stomach twist. It was the way Ella sat. Not with the hesitation of a visitor, but with the quiet confidence of someone who believed she had a claim. Her knees angled toward Austin, her posture open, casual, intimate. She wasn’t simply there; she was rooted, as though she had always belonged in that space.Austin, pale but recovering, didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull back. Instead, he let her hand linger for a heartbeat too long before accepting the cup with a faint smile of gratitude. His lips curved, tired but soft, and that smile, the one Lucy used