All Chapters of Married To The Devil I Betrayed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucian Moretti was not used to being denied information.In his world, access wasn’t requested—it was obtained.Data moved when he wanted it to move. People spoke when he needed them to speak. And doors—no matter how well guarded—eventually opened.Which was why, three days into his investigation, he was staring at a report that said absolutely nothing.Lucian stood at the edge of his office, the city stretched out beneath him in cold precision, his reflection faint against the glass.Behind him, Matteo sat in one of the leather chairs, unusually quiet.“That’s it?” Lucian asked finally.Matteo exhaled slowly.“That’s it.”Lucian turned.On the desk between them lay a file thicker than the previous one—pages filled with research, background checks, financial tracing, surveillance logs.And yet somehow, the most important parts were missing.No hospital records.No birth registration details beyond the most basic documentation.No trace of a father.Lucian’s gaze darkened.“That’s not

Elena Hart had never believed in luck.Luck was unreliable. Temporary. Dangerous, even—because it made people careless.What she believed in was preparation.And for five years, she had prepared for this exact moment.Lucian Moretti was asking questions.That, in itself, was not the problem.The problem was that he was asking the right ones.Elena stood alone in her office, the city stretched wide beneath her, glowing in the quiet of the evening. Helix Dynamics had long since emptied out for the night, but she remained, still and composed, her reflection staring back at her from the glass.Behind her, her phone rested on the desk.Silent.Waiting.Just like she was.She didn’t need updates to know what Lucian was doing.She knew him.Knew the way his mind worked—methodical, relentless, unwilling to accept uncertainty.If he had found even the smallest inconsistency in the past…He would not stop.And he had found one.Elena closed her eyes briefly.Not in fear.In calculation.Because

Lucian Moretti did not sleep.Not that night.Not after walking out of Elena’s office with more questions than answers and a silence that felt louder than any confession.He had expected resistance.Expected denial.Expected anger, even.What he had not expected—Was certainty.Not his.Hers.Elena hadn’t sounded like a woman defending herself.She had sounded like a woman waiting for him to catch up.And Lucian Moretti did not like being behind.By morning, his office had transformed into something closer to a war room.Every screen was active.Every document pulled.Every detail of the past five years—no matter how small—was being re-examined.Not as history.But as evidence.Lucian stood at the center of it all, sleeves rolled up, tie discarded somewhere he hadn’t bothered to notice.Control had shifted.He could feel it.And when control shifted, Lucian didn’t try to regain it slowly.He took it back completely.“Run it again.”Matteo sighed from across the room.“I’ve run it six

Victor Hale had always been a patient man.Lucian knew that.Knew it from years of watching him sit through negotiations without speaking, from the way he observed more than he reacted, from the quiet confidence that had made him indispensable.But now—Now that patience felt different.Calculated.Dangerous.Lucian stood a few feet away, his posture controlled, his expression unreadable.But inside—Everything had sharpened.“What else did you do?” he repeated.Victor didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he walked past Lucian, unhurried, pouring himself a drink from the bar set against the wall.“You always did rush to the most important question,” Victor said lightly.Lucian didn’t turn.“Answer it.”Victor took a slow sip before responding.“You want the truth?”Lucian’s voice dropped.“I don’t ask twice.”Victor smiled faintly.“That’s not an answer. That’s a threat.”Lucian finally turned, his gaze cutting.“Try me.”Victor studied him for a moment.Then—“I didn’t just alter the

Lucian Moretti had built his entire life on certainty.Not hope. Not instinct. Not emotion.Certainty.It was what made him untouchable.What made him decisive.What made him right.And now—For the first time in years—He wasn’t certain of anything.Elena hadn’t moved from the window.Neither had he.The distance between them was small.But it felt… deliberate.Necessary.Because if either of them closed it now—Something irreversible would happen.Lucian stared at her back, his mind replaying everything she had said.Everything she hadn’t said.The silence that had followed his question.The absence of denial.The way her breath had shifted—Just slightly.It wasn’t proof.Not in the manner he was accustomed to.Not documented.Not structured.Not undeniable.But it was enough.Enough to change the shape of what he believed.Lucian exhaled slowly.Then said, quieter—“Five years.”Elena didn’t turn.“Yes.”Lucian’s jaw tightened.“That’s not a coincidence.”“No.”Her voice was stead