All Chapters of In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Virgil's POV I burst through the hospital lobby doors, my lungs burning, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped beast. Danny was standing near the information desk, his phone pressed to his ear, his face a mask of concentration.The moment his eyes found me, he hung up."Virgil, what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost.""Worse." I grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the elevator. "Julian fed Kane the vial,” I started, but he wasn't surprised. Fair, since we all suspected that.“But it wasn't for him. It was for Lucious and the baby.Danny's eyes widened. "What?"I smashed the buttons for the top floor and watched the elevator doors slide closed.“I'm not sure. I think Kane's body is like uh… like a catalyst. Like it would react with the baby and Lucious somehow.”And it made perfect sense. Olivia had been visiting him. She was right in his ward when she started bleeding.I watched the color drain from Danny's face.“What a maniac."I let out a shaky breath, runni

Julian's POVThe hotel suite was calm, except for the faint hum of the city below. I stood by the window, watching the city lights flicker, and let myself savor the moment.Twenty freaking years.Twenty years of planning, waiting, and watching from the shadows while my brother played king. Building an empire in secret, perfecting my craft, and ensuring that when I finally struck, there would be no coming back.I poured myself a glass of whiskey and settled into the armchair by the window. The ice clinked against the glass, a small, satisfying sound in the stillness. The amber liquid caught the dim light and I took a slow sip, letting the burn settle in my chest.Lucious had no idea what was coming. He never did. That was the thing about my brother. He always assumed he was the smartest person in the room. He always assumed he was in control.He never saw the cracks until they gave way and swallowed him whole.I remembered the night I'd stood over his bed with a knife in my hand. The m

Danny's POVThis was the first time I'd seen him like this.Ever since Julian had called, Virgil had been in a constant state of unrest. Even now, as we waited outside the operating room with dozens of guards flanking the corridors, he looked like a soldier achingly prepared for war. His jaw was set hard, his muscles taut with tension beneath his suit, his eyes sharp and darting to every shadow that moved.And I didn't blame him.That man had us all on his board, and we played right along with his whims. But they weren't whims, were they? Every move was planned from the moment the first vial appeared.Probably before.Probably years before, when Julian had been nothing but a ghost from Lucious's past.I'd spent my life tracking ghosts, hunting shadows, and chasing men who didn't want to be found, but Julian was different.He wasn't hiding.He was watching, waiting, pulling strings from a distance so vast that we just weren't prepared for."Virgil," I called, reaching for him. He turne

Cynthia's POV I'd been here for over a week. Maybe longer, I wasn't sure. The days had blurred into a torturous cycle of grey light, meals that appeared and vanished without explanation, and a silence so profound I could hear my own thundering heartbeat.Julian Salander.The name was a tight knot in my stomach, a weight that settled deeper with every passing hour in here.I'd only seen him a handful of times since he'd dragged me out of that police station. Since he he shot Gustav in cold blood and left him bleeding on the concrete.And I'd thought for sure it was my turn next.But he hadn't killed me.He'd brought me here instead. To this room somewhere I couldn't place. A room with its windows bolted shut and the door always locked.There were clean sheets on a soft bed, clothes that fit, food that appeared several times a day like clockwork, and even a television that played static on every channel.I'd never felt more trapped in my entire life.It was the same routine every day.

Lucious' POVThe first thing I felt was the ache.A bone-deep throb that tore through my hip and spread through my entire body like wildfire. I tried to move, to shift into a more comfortable position, but the pain sharpened into something that stole the air from my inside lungs.A groan escaped my lips, low and ragged, as I forced my eyes open and blinked against the fluorescent lights.The bone marrow transplant.I could only remember fragments. The cool of the operating table, the masked faces hovering above me, the sharp pinch of the needle as they'd administered the anesthesia, and then nothing.Just a deep, dreamless darkness, until now.I turned my head slowly, wincing at the stiffness in my neck. The room was empty, save for the machine beeping in the corner . A single chair sat by my bed, unoccupied and the blinds were drawn, casting the space into a soft light.Olivia wasn't there.It was like the first time I was in the hospital and she was there by my side, her eyes never