All Chapters of Married by Fate, Broken by Love: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Aliya's POV A heavy silence followed Dylan’s words, the kind that didn’t feel like absence of sound but like pressure compressing everything around us.“I think someone inside my company just made a mistake.”Morris didn’t move at first. Neither did the officers nearby. Even the rain seemed to slow, like the world itself was waiting to see what Dylan would do next.“What kind of mistake?” Morris asked cautiously.Dylan’s gaze stayed fixed ahead, not on any of us, but somewhere farther already miles beyond this muddy roadside scene.“They assumed I wouldn’t connect it fast enough,” he said quietly. “Or that I’d hesitate.”“And will you?” Morris pressed.That got a reaction.A slight shift in Dylan’s expression. Not anger this time. Something sharper. More dangerous because it was controlled.“No,” he said simply.The word landed like a final decision, not an answer.Morris studied him for a second longer, then nodded once as if accepting an unspoken agreement. “Then we move carefully.

Aliya's POV The gun pressed harder against my ribs as the man holding me tightened his grip. I could barely breathe properly with the cold metal digging into my side and panic clawing at my chest. Across from me, Dylan stood completely still, but the stillness felt dangerous, like a storm being forced under control. His weapon rested on the concrete floor now, just inches from his feet, yet somehow he still looked like the most threatening person in the warehouse. Victor watched him carefully, almost curiously, as if studying a side of Dylan he had never seen before.Rain hammered violently against the warehouse roof while the distant sound of gunfire echoed from outside. Somewhere near the entrance, officers were still fighting Victor’s men, but inside this section of the building, everything felt strangely isolated from the chaos. The overhead lights flickered weakly, throwing moving shadows across the shipping containers around us. I could smell rust, seawater, and gunpowder mixin

Aliya's POV For a few seconds, I forgot where we were completely. I forgot about the warehouse, the gunfire, the betrayal, and the blood staining the concrete floor nearby. All I could focus on was the way Dylan held me tightly against him, like letting go wasn’t an option anymore. His heartbeat was still fast beneath my hands, strong and uneven from the adrenaline of everything that had just happened. Around us, officers continued shouting updates into their radios while tactical teams cleared the remaining sections of the building. But somehow, inside his arms, the chaos felt farther away than it should have.Dylan slowly pulled back just enough to look at me properly, his hands still resting firmly on my arms. The harsh warehouse lights flickered across his face, revealing exhaustion beneath the controlled expression he kept trying to maintain. There was a small cut near his jaw I hadn’t noticed before, and rainwater still clung to his dark hair and coat. He looked dangerous and e

Aliya's POV The elevator ride upstairs felt quieter than the silence we had shared in the car. Soft instrumental music played faintly through hidden speakers, completely at odds with the heaviness lingering between us. Dylan stood beside me with his hands in his pockets, his expression calm again on the surface, but I could still feel the tension beneath it. Every now and then, his gaze flickered briefly toward the security monitor inside the elevator as if his mind refused to stop working long enough to rest. I wondered if he even knew how to relax anymore. Tonight had proven just how deeply control shaped every part of his life.When the elevator doors finally opened into the penthouse level, the familiar elegance of the space somehow felt different. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a rain-soaked city glowing beneath storm clouds, while soft golden lights illuminated the sleek interior. Usually the apartment felt intimidating in its perfection, too polished and controlled to

Aliya's POVThe moment Dylan said he knew where Elana was, everything changed.Until then, we had been reacting to clues, following trails, and hoping each lead would bring us closer to answers. Suddenly, for the first time since Elana disappeared, there was a direction. A real one. Yet instead of relief, a different feeling settled inside me. Fear. Because if Dylan was right, then we were no longer searching for possibilities we were heading directly toward the people responsible for all of this.The drive back from the harbor felt longer than any journey I had taken in my life. Detective Morris and his team immediately began organizing a tactical operation, but it was already clear they would need time before moving on the location Dylan identified. Nobody wanted to risk a rushed rescue that could get Elana killed. Every decision carried consequences now. Every delay felt unbearable. Sitting in the back seat while listening to conversations about entry points, surveillance equipment