All Chapters of How To Love A Murderer.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Shattered.

Chapter Sixty One: Shattered For a heart-stopping second, Ian was frozen in the doorway. Then he rushed to the bedside, his world narrowing to the man in the bed. "Zhedya?" he whispered, his voice cracking with a desperate hope. But the hope died as quickly as it had flared. Zhedya lay perfectly still, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, artificial rhythm. He looked exactly as he had for the past weeks…a beautiful, broken statue. 'Did I imagine it?' Ian's exhausted mind screamed. 'Am I finally losing it? Hearing his voice because I want to so badly?' He was so lost in his own turmoil that he completely ignored the other man in the room, who was calmly slipping an empty syringe back into his pocket. "You must be Ian." The smooth voice snapped Ian back to reality. He turned to see a man with a sharp, handsome face and a grin that didn't quite reach his cold, assessing eyes. He looked Ian up and down like he was judging a prize horse. "I'm Ryan. An old

Last Updated : 2025-11-24

A Birthday Winter.

Chapter Sixty-Two: A Birthday WinterThe crisp Swedish air bit at their cheeks as the men returned from the hunt, their breaths puffing out in white clouds. Ian’s laughter rang out, clear and bright, as Mr. Vinter clapped him on the back, telling some story about Zhedya’s first clumsy attempt with a rifle.From the warmth of the window, Zhedya watched. A slow, deep satisfaction settled in his chest. Seeing Ian here, in his childhood home, laughing with his family… it was the final piece of the puzzle. He had fought, lied, and bled to have this man, and now Ian was here, looking like he belonged. A soft, possessive smile touched Zhedya’s lips. Mine.Later, by the crackling fireplace, Zhedya found Ian, his fingers still cold from outside. He took Ian’s hand, lacing their fingers together.“See?” Zhedya’s voice was a low, earnest murmur. “I told you I was trying. This… being here with them, with you… it’s everything. I’d do anything to prove I’ve changed. To be the man you deserve.

Last Updated : 2025-11-26

Cracks in the Glass.

Chapter Sixty Three: Cracks in the GlassIan tossed the little blue pill into his mouth, chasing it with a gulp of water. The familiar routine was supposed to bring calm, but lately, it just felt... automatic.The sound of footsteps made him look up. Linnea walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee machine. Her eyes, sharp and trained from years as a pharmaceutical researcher, flickered to the small, unlabeled metal container in his hand. She stopped dead."Ian," she said, her voice cutting through the quiet morning. "What is that?"He felt oddly caught, like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. "Oh, this?" he said, trying to sound casual. "It's just my medication. For my nerves, you know? After... everything.""Let me see." It wasn't a request. Before he could react, she plucked the container from his grasp. She popped it open, poured one of the distinctive pills into her palm, and brought it close to her face, her brow furrowed in concentration. She even crushe

Last Updated : 2025-11-29

The Puppet’s Strings.

Chapter Sixty Four: The Puppet's Strings Elijah stared at the message glowing on his laptop screen. His stomach dropped, twisting into a cold, hard knot. He was here. “Babe, I’ve gotta run out for a bit!” Elijah called, his voice a little too high, a little too tight. He forced a smile as he grabbed his keys, phone, and wallet, moving too quickly. “A friend’s in town. Last-minute thing!” John poked his head into the room, his brow furrowed with worry. “At this hour? Everything okay?” “Fine, fine!” Elijah chirped, the lie tasting like ash in his mouth. He couldn’t meet John’s eyes. “Just boring family stuff! Back soon!” He was out the door in a flash, the click of the lock sounding like a prison gate slamming shut behind him. John sighed, shaking his head. “Forgot to shut down again,” he muttered to the empty room, moving to the coffee table to power off Elijah’s laptop. Just as his finger hovered over the trackpad, a new message notification popped up on the screen. Cousin

Last Updated : 2025-12-08

Breaking Point.

Chapter Sixty Five: Breaking Point"He poisoned me, John. The pills... they made me sick. They made me weak. I have to make him pay for this."Ian sat in his car, the engine off, parked outside Dr. Ethan's office. His hands were shaking so badly the gun felt like it might slip right through his fingers. The cold metal was the only thing that felt real."Ian, breathe. Just breathe," John's voice came through the phone, steady and calm in a way Ian couldn't remember being in months. "Where are you right now?""At his office. The doctor's." Ian's voice cracked. "He has to pay, John. He has to—""Listen to me, Ian." John's tone was firm, cutting through the panic. "What if Ethan's just a tool? What if he's just following orders? You don't want an innocent man's blood on your hands. It's better to be sure. To confront the person who gave you the pills in the first place.""Zhedya?" Ian whispered the name like a curse and a prayer all at once. "But he... he was helping me. He was worried ab

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

When It All Comes Out.

Chapter Sixty Six: When It All Comes Out. Zhedya stood in the doorway, holding the small, black velvet box like it was a treasure he’d unearthed. He flipped it open, the two platinum bands catching the light. A slow, smug smile spread across his face.“Well, well,” he purred. “Planning a little surprise for me, älskling?”Ian didn’t even turn around. He kept knotting his scarf, his shoulders so tight they ached. “Put it back,” he said, his voice flat. “It’s not for you. Or for us. I’m just holding it for a friend.”Zhedya chuckled, the sound too smooth, too knowing. He moved closer, plucking one of the rings out and holding it up like he was inspecting a diamond. “A pair of men’s bands? Come on, Ian. You don’t have any other ‘friends’ to buy these for.” His tone was playful, but when Ian finally glanced at the hallway mirror, he saw Zhedya’s reflection…his eyes were sharp, watching him like a hawk. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling me?”Finally turning, Ian let all his

Last Updated : 2026-01-02

The Cut That Always Bleed.

Chapter Sixty Seven: The Cut That Always Bleed. Zhedya's hand was an inch from the restroom doorknob. Inside, Ian was pressed against the cold tile wall, his hand clamped over his own mouth. Tears down his face, hot and silent. His whole body shook with the effort of holding in the sob fighting to rip out of his chest. He had just hit ‘send.’Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.The sound was sweet and melodic…the special tone Zhedya had chosen just for him. It sliced through the deadly quiet of the office.Zhedya’s hand froze. The intense, hunting look in his eyes faded, replaced by a flicker of distracted interest. He pulled his phone from his pocket, his gaze dropping to the screen.Ian: Come home. Now. Please. I’m sorry. I miss you.A slow, triumphant smile spread across Zhedya’s face, lighting up his features with cruel satisfaction. The scent, the paranoia… it was nothing. Ian was back at the penthouse, broken and begging for him to come back to him. He didn’t even glance at the bathroom doo

Last Updated : 2026-01-03

Conspiracy and Confusion.

Chapter Sixty Eight: Conspiracy and Confusion Ian sat on the edge of the sofa, hunched over like the world was too heavy for his shoulders. A towel, already stained rusty red, was pressed to a cut on his temple. His knuckles were raw and scraped, flecked with dried blood, he looked wrecked. John paced in front of him, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He finally stopped, his voice cracking with worry. “Look at you!” John burst out, gesturing wildly at Ian. “You can’t let him do this to you, Ian! You can’t let him turn you into… into someone like him. Someone who does this!” He pointed at the blood. “We should be grateful he’s not pressing charges! Do you get that? You could be in a jail cell right now, not on the sofa!” Ian didn’t move for a long time. He just stared at a crack in the floorboards. When he finally spoke, his voice was hollow, a ghost of itself. “He won’t press charges,” Ian whispered, the words flat. “He probably likes me like this.

Last Updated : 2026-01-04

The Trap Closes.

Chapter Sixty Nine: The Trap Closes The morning sun was soft and golden, spilling across the pristine tiles of the villa's pool deck. Zhedya sat in his favorite silk robe, a cup of perfect black coffee in one hand, his other scrolling idly through his iPad. Then a notification pinged, a new update from Feral Minds. His thumb tapped the screen. The site loaded. His gaze, lazy and content, flicked over the headline. And the world stopped. AN INTERVIEW WITH DETECTIVE CALLISTA MONROE: UNMASKING THE MANIPULATOR BEHIND THE HEADLINES. His own name jumped out at him. Over and over. Paired with words like "evidence tampering." "Obstruction of justice." "Psychological coercion." And there, near the bottom, a line that made his blood run cold… "...sources suggest a deeper, more sinister connection to multiple unresolved homicides, including the Nicholas Chan case." It wasn't an article. It was a bomb. A declaration of war written in black and white for the entire world to see. Ian had

Last Updated : 2026-01-04

Props and Stages.

Chapter Seventy: Props and StagesThe interrogation room at BSI was too bright, the kind of fluorescent light that made everything look cheap and sickly. Zhedya sat perfectly still in the hard plastic chair, his tailored suit looking wildly out of place. A severe-looking lawyer with a sharp bob sat beside him, her fingernails tapping an impatient rhythm on the metal table.Across from them, Detective Miller looked tired. And Zhedya was playing on that."Detective, this is beyond absurd," Zhedya said, his voice a calm, reasonable ripple in the tense room. "It's a violation of my human rights. You've held me for days based on the word of a man you, yourself, have been trying to pin as a serial killer.”“A man who is, by every account, profoundly disturbed. Where is your evidence? Where is the logic?"His lawyer leaned forward. "My client is a respected businessman and philanthropist, not a character in one of your crime shows.”“We demand an immediate psychiatric review of this 'Loui

Last Updated : 2026-01-05

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