บททั้งหมดของ His accidental husband: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Damien Cross POVThe picture burned into my hands. I couldn't believe my mother. Alive. Standing next to Marcus Voss.I stared at the screen, not blinking, not breathing.She looked older, sharper somehow her hair silver, her smile small but cold.It didn’t make sense. She’d been declared dead years ago. I buried her. I saw her coffin lowered into the ground.But there she was.Alive.With my enemy.My throat went dry.“Damien?”Adrian’s sleepy voice broke through my fog.I quickly turned off the phone and slipped it into my pocket. “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”He frowned, half-awake. “You’re lying.”“I’m not,” I said too fast.He sat up slowly, eyes narrowing. “You only sound like that when you’re hiding something.”“Adrian, please,” I muttered, standing up. “Not tonight.”“Then when?” he said sharply. “When it’s too late again?”I froze. His words cut deeper than I expected.He stood, crossing his arms. “What is it this time? A new threat? Another secret from your past?”I sighed.

Damien Cross POVTwo days after the airfield, the city went back to its usual noise but inside me, everything was still chaos.Marcus Voss was dead.My mother was in custody.And I couldn’t tell if I felt peace or guilt.The news channels wouldn’t stop. Every hour, every headline screamed my name.“Billionaire Damien Cross linked to deadly airfield shooting.”“Mystery woman confesses to killing crime boss Marcus Voss.”My PR team was going crazy. Adrian told them to back off and shut the media out, and for once, I didn’t argue. I couldn’t stand another camera flash, another question about my mother.I just wanted silence.Adrian made sure I had that.He barely left my side. Cooked when I forgot to eat. Sat with me when I couldn’t sleep.Sometimes we didn’t even talk. Just sat in the dark, his hand on mine enough to remind me I wasn’t alone anymore.But even peace felt temporary.Like something waiting to break.“Morning,” Adrian said softly as he stepped into my study.He was hold

Damien Cross POVThe screen went black, Adrian stood beside me, frozen, staring at the monitor like he was trying to make sense of what just happened.Grant’s smug smile was still burned into my mind.“He was watching us,” Adrian whispered.“Yeah,” I said tightly. “Which means he’s been listening too.”I shut the laptop hard, yanking the flash drive from the port.Every muscle in my body was screaming to move to do something.Adrian touched my arm. “Damien ”I turned too fast, my pulse racing. “He knows, Adrian. He knows we’ve been looking into him.”“So what do we do?”I ran a hand through my hair. “We can’t go to the police. Not yet. Grant has half the board in his pocket, and the media will eat us alive before the truth even gets out.”“So we do what?” Adrian asked quietly. “Run?”“No.” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “We fight back.”He frowned. “Fight how?”I looked down at the flash drive in my hand, the one my mother had sent.“She said the real threat was inside the

Damien Cross POVThe rain didn’t stop that night.It kept falling, washing blood into the dirt.Sirens screamed somewhere far off, growing closer.I didn’t move.Adrian sat in my arms, shaking, his father’s blood still on his hands.When the police arrived, everything blurred with flashing lights, questions, shouting.All I remember clearly was Adrian’s face when they took the body away.He didn’t cry anymore. He just… stared.“Mr. Cross,” one of the officers said to me. “You’ll need to come with us for a statement.”I nodded. “He’s coming too.”They hesitated. “He’s in shock.”“Then I’m not leaving him.”They didn’t argue after that.It took hours of interviews, paperwork, and medical checks.By the time we were released, the sun was already climbing over the horizon.Adrian hadn’t said a word.We drove back to the house in silence.When I parked, he just sat there, looking out the window.I reached for his hand. “Adrian ”“Don’t,” he said quietly.“Don’t what?”“Don’t try to make i

Damien Cross POVThe rain had stopped. Adrian sat on a wooden crate across the room, scrolling through his phone even though there was no signal here.I watched him for a while, the flickering light from a broken bulb painting half his face in gold. I wanted to say something but everything I thought of sounded useless.“Any luck?” I asked finally.He looked up, eyes cold. “Does it look like it?”I sighed. “I’m just trying to ”“Fix things?” he snapped. “Because that’s what you always do, Damien. You fix things until they break.”His words hit harder than I expected. “That’s not fair.”“Isn’t it?” he shot back, standing. “We’re hiding in an abandoned warehouse, our names are all over the news, and the entire world thinks we’re monsters.”I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “We’ll clear it.”“How?” He laughed bitterly. “By hoping the truth magically shows up?”“I’m working on something,” I said quietly.He crossed his arms. “You mean another secret plan you won’t tell me about?”That s