บททั้งหมดของ His accidental husband: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Adrian’s POVMy hands shook as I looked at the photo on Damien’s phone. Clara sat tied to a chair. Her face was pale. A cloth covered her mouth. Ethan stood behind her with that same evil smile I used to think was charming. The man I once trusted with my sister now looked like a monster.I felt sick to my stomach. I almost threw up. I wanted to smash the phone, to break the picture and make it disappear. But I could not. This was not a picture of a stranger. It was my sister. My Clara.“They have her,” I said, my voice broken. My throat felt dry, as if someone had cut it.Damien’s hand landed on my shoulder, “We will get her back,” he said.I pulled away from his touch. “Don’t promise me things you cannot control,” I said, my voice loud.He frowned. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But I saw his silence from earlier. I remembered all the secrets he kept. I remembered the times he decided for me instead of with me.“You knew your uncle w

Adrian Hale POVFew months LaterThe night was so cold when I walked into the Hale Hotel boardroom. The place used to be full of light, of my father’s deep voice and the smell of expensive cigars. Now it smelled like dust.I didn’t call this meeting. Damien did. But I was the one who had to sit at the head of the table, the place where my father once ruled. Every step toward that chair I felt anger.Because Clara wasn’t safe.Because Ethan was still out there.Because Damien’s uncle was the shadow behind it all.And because I was starting to wonder if the empire I was trying so hard to save was already ruined.The directors and investors filled the seats slowly, their faces stiff. Some looked tired, some looked scared, but more than a few looked almost proud. Like they were waiting for me to fail.Damien stood at my side, To everyone else, he looked like my business partner, my ally, maybe even the man keeping me from collapse. But inside, I knew he was more than that. He was the one

Adrian’s POVMy hands would not stop shaking. No matter how hard I pressed them together, no matter how many times I rubbed my palms against my jeans, they just kept shaking.That picture. It was me. My face, smiling, walking beside Damien just hours ago. Whoever took it had been close. Too close. They were near enough to catch me clearly, near enough to hear my laugh maybe. I had not seen anyone. No camera lifted. No phone pointed at me. Nothing. But someone had been there. Watching. Following. Maybe even brushing past me in the crowd and I never knew.The thought made my chest pound too fast. I felt sick. I wanted to rip the photo apart, tear it until it was nothing but pieces too small to see, but Damien had already locked it inside the drawer like it was a gun.Maybe it was a gun. Maybe worse. Because now that I knew someone was near, every time I blinked, I saw it again. My face. My smile. My eyes. All caught inside a stranger’s lens.Damien had said it with a voice too calm, to

DAMIEN CROSS POVThe moment I heard his voice, I froze.It was Ethan.I knew that voice anywhere. Sweet once. Soft once. The same voice that used to call my sister “love.” The same voice that once laughed with me, drank with me, even stood beside me like a brother.Now it was poison.“You can’t hide him, Damien,” Ethan whispered from upstairs. His words slid down the walls, cold and sharp, crawling straight into my bones.Damien raised his gun. His whole body was stone, ready to kill. I had never seen him look so deadly.I wanted to scream, to run, but my legs felt heavy. My heart is beating too fast, too loud, too fast.I whispered, “Damien…”He didn’t look at me. His eyes stayed locked on the dark stairs. “Stay behind me.”But I couldn’t just stay still. That was my sister’s boyfriend. That was the man who had torn my family apart. That was the man who killed my father.I stood, my knees shaking, and gripped the gun tighter in my hand. My breath came in short gasps.Another creak up

Damien’s POVWe drove fast after the dock. Adrian sat beside me. He held Clara’s hand. She was quiet, still shaky, breathing small. I kept one hand on the wheel and one on the pistol at my side. My head would not stop turning with the things Gabriel said: the ledger, the safe, the bank that hid names. A map of the people who fed Richard and my uncle. The people who made the plan to take Hale Hotels.Gabriel sat in the back. He looked simple. Lela rode with us, quiet and tense. She had the badge, but she also had limits. She had said it plainly: “I can do small things. Bigger moves need other hands.” I believed her. I had to.We took a back road to the old district. The night was tiring. Lights were few. The bank we needed was small. It looked like a place that forgot time. Perfect.Before we parked, I breathed in and checked the plan in my head one more time.Gabriel would handle the key. Maya would handle the locks and the alarm. Rico would be our muscle and driver backup. Lela would