All Chapters of Obsessed with His Unwanted Mute Bride : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

The FBI raid on the Carter mansion happened five days after Irene's death.The fire had destroyed much of the main house but the structure remained standing. Investigators determined it was safe enough to enter with proper precautions.Agent Torres led the team personally. Thirty agents. Evidence technicians. Forensic specialists. Everyone equipped to comb through the remains of Irene Carter's empire.Don Fernandez received word of the raid within the hour. His contacts inside law enforcement kept him informed."They're going through everything," he told Diro and Murphy. "Every room. Every safe. Every computer that survived the fire. They expect to be there for days.""What are they looking for?" Diro asked."More evidence of her crimes. Financial records. Communications. Anything that could lead to more arrests or strengthen existing cases."Murphy shifted in his wheelchair. His leg was healing but slowly. Physical therapy twice daily. Progress measured in inches rather than miles."

But Irene was already dead.The chapter outline said she was found hiding in a remote location. That there would be a final confrontation.Diro realized the error immediately."She's dead," he said to Murphy during a planning session. "We watched her shoot herself. She's been cremated. There's no final confrontation to have."Murphy looked at the notes they'd been reviewing. "You're right. She killed herself at the mansion. We were there. We saw it happen.""So what are we actually hunting?" Diro asked."The Russo brothers. The loyalists. The remnants of her organization. Not her."Don Fernandez entered the room. "What's the confusion?""We got our timelines mixed up," Murphy said. "Irene is dead. Has been for months. We're tracking the Russos, not her.""Of course she's dead," Don Fernandez said. "Why would you think otherwise?"Diro rubbed his face. "Exhaustion. Working too many hours on this hunt. My mind wandered.""Then rest," Don Fernandez ordered. "You're no good to anyone burn

The trial began six months after Irene's death.Not her trial-she was beyond earthly justice now. But the trial of her associates. The corrupt officials. The people who had enabled her crimes for decades.Judge Patricia Morrison. Senator Richard Blake. Detective Marcus Reynolds. Twelve others charged with bribery, corruption, and conspiracy.The federal courthouse became a media circus. Reporters camped outside. Cameras everywhere. The nation watching as justice slowly ground forward.Beverly was thirty-four weeks pregnant when prosecutors contacted her."We need your testimony," the lead prosecutor explained during a video call. "Your story is central to multiple charges. The attempted poisoning. The abuse. The imprisonment. Your parents' murder. All of it connects to the larger conspiracy."Beverly sat in the compound's secure conference room. Diro beside her. Lawyers present."She can't travel," Diro said immediately. "The pregnancy is high-risk. She's been on restricted activity f

Beverly woke at 3 AM with pain.Not the usual pregnancy discomfort she'd grown accustomed to. This was different. Sharp. Rhythmic. Unmistakable.She grabbed Diro's arm, shaking him awake."What is it?" he mumbled sleepily.Beverly's hands moved frantically in the dim light: Contractions. Starting. Strong ones.Diro was instantly alert. "How far apart?"Beverly counted. Another contraction hit. She gripped the sheets, breathing through it."That was less than ten minutes," Diro said. "We need Dr. Silva. Now."He was out of bed and running before Beverly could respond. Within minutes, Dr. Silva was in their room. Medical bag ready. Monitors being attached."Let me check your progress," Dr. Silva said calmly.He examined her. His expression gave nothing away but Beverly saw the slight tightening around his eyes."You're dilating faster than I'd like," he said. "And the baby's heart rate is slightly elevated. Given the stress your body has been under these past months, we need to monitor

The house was modest. Three bedrooms. Small garden in the back. White fence that Marco loved to climb despite being told not to.Nothing like the Carter mansion. Nothing like the Fernandez compound.Just a normal house in a normal neighborhood where normal families lived normal lives.Exactly what Beverly and Mateo had always wanted.Marco burst through the back door, mud on his knees and a grin on his face."Daddy! I found a frog!"Mateo looked up from his laptop where he was reviewing quarterly reports for the family's legitimate shipping business. Don Fernandez had made good on his promise. All criminal operations dissolved. Everything legal. Everything clean."Did you touch it?" Mateo asked."Only a little," Marco said. "It jumped away.""Wash your hands before dinner.""But Daddy-""Hands. Now."Marco pouted but obeyed. At five years old, he had his mother's determination and his father's stubbornness. A challenging combination.Beverly appeared from the kitchen. Her hair longer