Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to Him, Saved by his Brother: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Lucas's POV "I'll assume you know why we're here." I said. "And that's exactly what you were trying to flee from.""I have no idea what you're talking about." she said, calm as anything, stepping back like she might actually try to close the door on us.I put my hand against it before she could."Let's not waste each other's time." I said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.Kane followed behind me, already visibly irritated by her composure. He tried first."You worked at the kitchen, and we're in charge of preparing the drinks on the night of the Royal Crest gala. You were seen near the exact tray that ended up poisoned." he said. "Care to explain that?""I prepared so many drinks that night. I don't see what's unusual about that. What's unusual is the fact that just one got poisoned and you seem to think I did it." she answered smoothly."Because you did." Kane said, voice sharper now."I really don't know what you're implying." she said, tone still infuriatingly ev

Amelia's POV The rest of the night after I had that envelope sent to Lucas’s office felt endless. I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling with my ears at full alert, phone clutched tight in my fist, waiting for the screen to light up with his name. Every hour that passed without a call or a text made the silence louder. I told myself he needed time to read through everything, to let the truth settle, but the longer the quiet stretched, the more my stomach twisted. Around four in the morning my eyes finally closed, heavy with exhaustion, yet the moment I woke the first thing I checked was the blank screen, again.I forced myself upright, reminding myself that today was about work, even if it was a weekend. I had agreed to meet Damian Crosswyn, my foster brother, at eleven on the dot. He was coming as a man who needed a strategist to save his crumbling company, not the boy who once delighted in making my life a living hell. And I was going as the strategist he so badly needed, no

Amelia's POV I straightened like it could somehow help me hear better, the flowers still cradled against my chest. "Who was it?""One of the kitchen staff. Paid well above what a shift like that would normally cover."I turned the information over slowly, then after it, I muttered. "Do you think a random caterer decided, all on her own, to poison a woman she'd never even met before?""No." His jaw tightened, and I watched something darker settle behind his eyes. "I don't. Which is why I kept digging.""And?""Gabriela." He chipped in. “She's the real culprit.”The name landed exactly the way he must have expected it to, like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples I had to work to keep off my face. I made sure my expression stayed even, my posture loose, nothing in me betraying the sudden, sharp clarity that name always brought with it.Gabriela. The top name on a list I didn't keep on paper because I didn't need to. I was going to forever remember everything she did to m

Lucas's POV I wanted to ask more questions. I wanted more names, down to the officers that ever made her feel like she made a mistake for trying to be free. I wanted everything I'd need to make sure Ace and Gabriela and everyone else involved understood precisely what kind of reckoning they'd earned themselves. But I didn't ask a single thing. Not now. Not while she was still falling apart in front of me.Inside, though, my mind was already working. Already calculating. I found myself wondering where two people found the audacity to do what they'd done to a child under their own roof, paraded as a symbol of their goodness while they broke and ruined her completely behind closed doors. And I promised myself, silently, with a certainty that settled into my bones like something permanent, that I would make them pay for every single mark they left on her, visible or not. Every scar hidden under ink… they would feel it in equal measure, and by the time I was finished with them, death wo

Lucas's POV “I don't know? Maybe I just thought a party this important and big would be hosted with such carefulness that any sort of mistakes would never be tolerated?” Amelia answered after a minute of silence.“You were reluctant to take the meals I prepared right in front of you, until you saw me have a taste of it, and now you expect me to believe you just took that drink because it was an important party and you expected everything to be safe for your consumption?” I muttered, clearly not convinced by her point.“I don't know, okay. Everyone makes mistakes like this, you know.” She answered and I pulled back just a bit.Because it just doesn't sound like her. Amelia was strong, yes. But she was also never the type to let her guard down because of a ‘party’ or how seemingly safe it supposedly is.So I had a feeling it's either she didn't want to tell me why she'd taken it and gambled with her safety, or she'd truly just made an innocent mistake of taking it before she realized