All Chapters of Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CallistaThe syringe glimmered beneath the white office lights, and although Doctor Harrison held it with the same calmness he once used while prescribing my medication, the look inside his eyes had changed so completely that my entire body began trembling against the wall.My breathing turned uneven while my fingers tightened around my phone. And although I desperately wanted to believe that he was simply trying to frighten me, the cruel smile stretching across his face told me that the man standing before me was no longer my doctor."What are you doing?" I asked, while my voice shook despite my attempts to remain calm.Doctor Harrison tilted his head slightly, and his eyes slowly traveled across my face as though he was studying an experiment."You always asked too many questions, Callista, and honestly, you should have stayed blind and grateful."The words struck me so hard that my legs nearly gave out beneath me, because although I had suspected something was wrong for months, hea

LucaThe ride home felt longer than it should have, although the city itself remained exactly the same, because Callista sat beside me looking pale and exhausted while the medication inside her body continued fighting against her.She had stopped trembling.She had stopped crying and somehow that frightened me more.A broken woman screamed. A broken woman fought. But Callista had gone quiet, and silence often carried wounds that words could never reach.Palmere opened the front doors the moment we arrived, and although she could not see us, she immediately sensed that something terrible had happened."What happened?" she asked softly."Nothing you need to worry about."She nodded, though her face tightened. "I prepared the rooms."I carried Callista upstairs because she was still dizzy, and although she quietly protested that she could walk, her legs betrayed her twice before we even reached the staircase."Stop fighting me.""I'm heavy."I looked down at her. "No."Her eyes softened.

DaelanThe broken glass still glittered across the café floor, while frightened customers continued staring at me as though I had suddenly grown horns, yet I barely noticed any of them because my mind had already begun connecting the pieces together.This bullshit all happened after Callista entered Luca Moretti's life.My fingers curled around the edge of the table, while a slow realization settled inside my chest, because perhaps this entire thing was Luca's doing and perhaps the bastard was simply trying to impress Callista by destroying me piece by piece.That fucking psycho.Who else had enough power?Who else could make documents disappear, move properties, silence people, and terrify businessmen?Luca Moretti.The city treated him like some dark king, while powerful men lowered their voices whenever his name entered a conversation, and although I had never taken those rumors seriously, I suddenly found myself wondering whether the stories had been true all along.I paid for not

DaelanIf she was alive, then perhaps the dead woman haunting my mansion was never a ghost at all, and that realization settled inside my chest like poison because it meant someone had been playing with me from the very beginning.My breathing remained uneven while I stood at the foot of the staircase gripping the knife, and although the mansion had become silent again, the silence itself felt dangerous because every shadow suddenly looked like a person and every sound seemed deliberate.The assistant remained on the phone."Sir?"I pressed my fingers against my forehead."Find her.""We're trying.""I don't pay you idiots to try."My voice echoed across the empty hall, and somewhere upstairs a door slowly creaked, causing my entire body to stiffen because my nerves had become so shattered that even the house itself felt alive.The call ended.For several minutes I simply stood there while rain struck the windows and thunder rolled across the sky, and although I wanted to convince mys

DaelanI was freezing the rage until it became something heavy and sharp. I didn't wait for the morning. I couldn't. Frightened men make stupid decisions, Elysia had said, and maybe she was right, but ruined men do things that make stupid look peaceful.I took my spare keys from the kitchen counter, forcing my eyes away from the bare spaces where the expensive Italian porcelain used to sit and walked out to the garage. My hands were shaking so violently it took three attempts just to slide the key into the ignition of the black sedan. The engine roared to life, a mechanical growl that felt like the only real thing left in my life.I didn't call my assistant back. He was a bureaucrat, a man who checked boxes and filed forms, and right now, forms were the weapon that had just slaughtered my empire. No, I needed something older than paperwork. I needed leverage.The address my assistant had given me before the world ended burned in my memory. A small, graying house on the edge of the ind