All Chapters of Married by Fate, Broken by Love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dylan's POVMorning came too quickly, but I was already awake long before the sun fully rose.Sleep had been shallow, broken by thoughts that refused to settle, and by the time the house started to stir, I had already gone through everything from the night before more times than necessary. Richard’s words were not empty, and Lydia’s reappearance was no coincidence. Everything was aligning too deliberately, and I knew better than to assume it would slow down on its own. If anything, it was just getting started.I stepped into the hallway, the quiet of the house still intact, and moved toward Leo’s room first.He was still asleep, sprawled across the bed in a way that made it clear he had not moved much since the night before. That was good. It meant he had not felt anything unusual, had not picked up on the tension that had been building around him. I stayed by the door for a moment longer than necessary before closing it gently and heading downstairs.Aliya was already in the kitchen.

Aliya's POVFor a second, I genuinely thought I heard him wrong.The words settled slowly in my head, heavier the more they repeated themselves, and I stared at Dylan without immediately responding. Richard sending someone to watch Leo’s school was not petty jealousy anymore, and it was not emotional manipulation either. This had crossed into something uglier, something deliberate enough to make my stomach tighten painfully. I had spent years learning how to survive disappointment, betrayal, and humiliation because of Richard, but this version of him felt different from the man I once knew. The more I looked back now, the more I realized I might never have truly known him at all.“What do you mean he sent them?” I asked carefully, though I already understood enough from Dylan’s expression alone. Dylan picked up his phone again briefly, reading the message one more time before locking the screen. He looked calm outwardly, but I could tell his focus had sharpened even more than before.

Dylan's POVFor a second, the only thing I heard was the sound of Aliya’s breathing beside me.The reaction on her face happened instantly after I told her Richard had reached the house, and I could practically see the panic trying to push through her composure all over again. I understood why because the situation had changed faster than expected. If Richard was bold enough to go directly to the house while his people followed us across the city, then this was no longer intimidation alone. He was forcing pressure from multiple directions at once, trying to corner us emotionally before making his next move.“What do you mean he’s at the house?” Aliya asked quickly. I kept one hand steady on the wheel while listening to the voice still speaking through the car system. The update coming through was short but detailed enough to confirm exactly how deliberate Richard’s actions were.“He showed up ten minutes ago,” the voice explained. “He’s refusing to leave.” I glanced briefly toward the

Dylan's POVThe moment I said it, I was already moving.I opened the car door and stepped out before Aliya could argue again, my attention immediately returning to the school building ahead. The situation had changed too quickly to keep sitting still, and every instinct I had was telling me the same thing now. Richard was testing boundaries, watching reactions, and trying to create pressure from every angle possible. Whether he intended to scare us or provoke a mistake, I had no intention of giving him either one.Aliya stepped out after me almost immediately, her expression tense as she followed closely beside me. I could tell she was forcing herself to stay composed, but fear was beginning to push through the control she normally carried so carefully. That fear was justified because this was no longer indirect interference or manipulative conversations. Multiple vehicles surrounding Leo’s school transformed the entire situation into something far more deliberate and dangerous. Anyon

Aliya's POVI could not stop thinking about Dylan’s words even after the conversation ended.Desperate people panic when time starts running out. The sentence repeated itself in my mind over and over while Leo sat nearby eating quietly, completely unaware of how dangerous things were becoming around him.Part of me wanted to believe Richard was only acting emotionally, that this was still about jealousy and wounded pride, but deep down I knew the situation had already crossed beyond that point.He was becoming reckless because he was losing control, and reckless people rarely stopped before causing real damage. That realization sat heavily inside my chest no matter how hard I tried to stay calm.The private lounge Dylan brought us to was large and comfortable, but none of that mattered enough to ease the tension properly. Security remained stationed outside the entrance while employees moved discreetly through the building without disturbing us. Everything about the environment scream