All Chapters of I Faked My Death, He Lost His Soul: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

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Chapter 21

The relentless, fruitless searches were eating me alive. The guilt was a physical rot in my gut.I couldn’t keep flailing in the dark.I had to know. What else had happened that I didn’t know about?Especially that time in the isolation cell.Once the seed of doubt was planted, it grew with vicious speed.I started using methods far outside the usual channels. I began secretly investigating the guards who’d been on duty, and the inner circle closest to Seraphina.Pressure. Bribes. Methods that wouldn’t stand up to any legal light. Under enough fear, someone finally cracked.“It… it was the young mistress… She bribed the guards on duty… on the third night… she took some men inside… they tied the young lady… to the… to the interrogation chair… They used the cattle prod… multiple times… Her screams… I’ve never heard screams like that…”Each word was a branding iron searing into my brain.The interrogation chair.The cattle prod.Multiple times.Her screams.The images those words painted

Chapter 22

I left the stage. I didn’t wait for the uproar to subside. I didn’t care about the alliances fracturing or the whispered plans of retaliation.I walked out of the Pallazzo, through the gauntlet of silent, staring men, into the waiting car.It was my message. A mad, clumsy, but blindingly clear signal fired into the void, hoping it would reach her.I would burn my world down for her. For just a chance she might look back.Kaelan didn’t take me back to Monaco’s glittering chaos after pulling me from Renato’s alpine prison. He brought me to a private estate deep in the Provençal countryside.It was hidden. Surrounded by lavender fields that stretched to the horizon. The air smelled of sun-baked earth and herbs.No scheming from the North. No ghost of Renato’s obsession. No Monaco excess. Just a silence that felt like it could heal cracks in your soul.Kaelan changed. The playboy act vanished. He was patient. Observant.No casinos, no parties. Breakfast in the flower-filled courtyard. Read

Chapter 23

Back in the North, in the penthouse office, the silence was tomb-like.Heavy drapes were drawn. I sat slumped in my chair, empty bottles of whiskey at my feet.I was a shadow. Gaunt, hollow-eyed. The silver hair just made me look like a ghost.My phone glowed. A grainy, paparazzi photo filled the screen.A sun-drenched café terrace in Provence. Aria in a bright yellow dress, laughing, holding a spoon of ice cream towards Kaelan.Kaelan looked at her with open adoration, reaching out to tweak her nose.The happiness was a physical blow.A hot, metallic taste filled my mouth. I coughed, and blood sprayed across the phone screen and the Persian rug.I doubled over, clutching my chest. The pain was a white-hot tear.“Aria…” I choked out, tears mixing with the blood on my lips.She was smiling. So brightly. For him.That should have been me. I had thrown it away.Grief and jealousy, twin vipers, bit deep.I couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t lose her.My hands shook as I grabbed a pen and heavy

Chapter 24

I stepped out. I looked down at the wretched creature in the mud.“Love?” I laughed, a sound with no warmth. “I know every detail of how you and your mother tormented Aria. I left you alone because you were beneath my notice. And… because I was saving you for her.”I paused, letting the sheer disgust fill my voice. “Now she’s acted. I am satisfied.”I turned to the guard at the door.“Make her leave.”The gate clanged shut.Seraphina collapsed, her world finally, completely gone.In her despair, Seraphina somehow found my estate.She looked like a walking corpse, her eyes filled with venom.“Aria! You bitch! You took everything! I hope you die! I curse you!”I watched her calmly. Like observing a bug.I leaned down, close to her ear. My voice was low, a blade of frozen steel.“Do you know why I let you live this long?”She flinched.“Because,” I said, my smile cruel and beautiful, “letting you live, letting you watch everything you valued—your family, your money, your pride, your pathe

Chapter 25

He’d been monitoring my movements from afar. He’d come to this island just to catch a glimpse. He’d seen Seraphina’s twisted plot forming and followed.“Let her go!” Renato’s eyes were wild, like a mortally wounded animal’s. He stared only at Seraphina.“Renato?” She blinked, then her laughter turned hysterical. “Perfect! You can watch!”“Whatever you want, take it from me!” He took a step forward, his voice shredded. “Let her go. My life for hers.”“Your life?” she spat. “I don’t want anything! I want her to hurt! I want you to watch!”To torment him, she and her thugs began hurling vile insults at me. One kicked Kaelan in the ribs where he was held.Renato’s whole body vibrated with rage. But he was trapped.“You want her to live?” Seraphina shrieked, pressing the gun to my temple. “On your knees! Beg!”Renato looked at my face. He didn’t hesitate.He dropped. Hard. His knees hit the rough asphalt with a sickening crack. The proud Don, brought lower than dirt.“Ha! Renato Rossi on hi

Chapter 26

When the exhausted surgeon emerged, announcing, "The surgery was successful, but he's not out of danger. The recovery will be extremely long, and there will be severe permanent damage," my legs gave way. Kaelan caught me before I hit the floor.Renato lay in a coma in the ICU for two weeks.During that time, the Moretti syndicate, without its Don, descended into chaos. Territories were disputed, loyalties tested, cash flows disrupted.Through Kaelan's channels, I anonymously informed one of the more level-headed Family consiglieri of Renato's condition, letting him temporarily steady the ship.When Renato finally crossed into minimal consciousness, his world was a blur of sterile white.Agony, raw and all-consuming, radiated from every part of him, crystallizing into a searing, tearing pain in his chest with every shallow breath.He moved his dry eyes, his vision slowly focusing on the figure seated by his bed. Me. I knew I looked haggard.Our eyes met. The air in the private hospital

Chapter 27

No flowery words. No empty vows. Just the most direct, most Kaelan declaration possible. It was the most moving thing I'd ever heard.I looked at this man who offered me boundless freedom and unconditional acceptance. My eyes grew warm. A brilliant, unshakable smile spread across my face.I offered my hand. I nodded, my voice firm and clear. "Yes. I'll marry you."Kaelan stared for a second, then pure elation broke over his features. He scrambled up, sliding the ring onto my finger—a perfect fit—and swept me into his arms, spinning us around."Yes! I finally got her!" he yelled into the lavender-scented twilight.I clung to him, laughing until happy tears streaked my cheeks.The last of the sunset wrapped around us, a scene of perfect, warm gold.We married on a private island in the Mediterranean.No press. Only Kaelan's closest, most trusted associates and the few people from my past I cared to invite.The wedding was the antithesis of my first one—all effortless joy and freedom, not

Chapter 28

A decade slipped by.We were in Vienna, attending a prestigious concert at the opera house. The invitation had come through one of Kaelan's art-world connections, a man with a passion for Mozart and a side business in antiquities smuggling.I had changed. Time had been kind, adding a layer of poised confidence to my features. Kaelan beside me was still handsome, still radiating a contained energy, but wiser now.During intermission, I went to the lounge. Kaelan was detained by a Swiss banker he knew.Walking back alone through the plush, silent hallway, I turned a corner and came face-to-face with another wheelchair.Its occupant wore a finely tailored but loose-fitting overcoat, a blanket over his knees. His hair was fully white. His face was a landscape of deep lines and profound weariness. Only the eyes were familiar—deepset, dark, but now filled with a still, oceanic calm.Renato.I stopped.He saw me. Our eyes met.There was no earthquake. No tidal wave. Not even a ripple.My hear

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