All Chapters of In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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The Secret

Daniella stared at Christian’s mother as though the woman had suddenly lost her mind.For several seconds, neither of them spoke.The bathroom remained silent except for the faint sound of running water dripping from the sink faucet. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a pale glow across the room, making Daniella look even more exhausted than she already felt. Her face was slightly flushed, her hair was no longer as neat as it had been earlier, and there were dark shadows beneath her eyes that spoke of days filled with stress, secrets, and sleepless nights.Then she laughed.Not because anything was funny.Because the suggestion itself sounded ridiculous.“Pregnant?” she repeated. “That’s impossible.”Christian’s mother didn’t laugh with her.If anything, her expression became even more serious.The older woman folded her arms across her chest and continued studying her carefully. She had lived long enough to recognize certain signs. The dizzines

Fragments of a broken weapon

Daniella lay on the cold bathroom floor for what felt like hours, the pain a relentless fire that slowly ebbed into a dull, throbbing ache. Blood soaked her clothes and the tiles beneath her. Every breath hurt. Every shift sent fresh waves of agony through her body. But she was alive. The fetus was gone—dragged out in a desperate, violent act of self-destruction.Christian killed my father. He deserves nothing from me. Not a child. Not a future.The thought anchored her through the haze. Revenge was still her purpose. Love was the lie she had almost fallen into. This… this was necessary. A reset.She dragged herself up using the sink, legs shaking, vision swimming. The mirror reflected a stranger: pale face, haunted eyes, hair matted with sweat and blood. She looked exactly like the broken girl who had watched her father die thirteen years ago.“Good,” she whispered to her reflection. “Remember who you are.”With mechanical precision, Daniella cleaned the worst o

Melting in the enemy’s Arms

Later that evening, the mansion was quiet. The kind of heavy silence that pressed against the walls and made every footstep echo. Daniella moved through the hallway with careful steps, one hand pressed lightly against her lower abdomen where the dull, persistent ache refused to fade completely. She had changed into a simple silk robe after another attempt to clean herself up, but the pain still lingered like a secret she was determined to bury.She needed her favorite blouse — the cream one with the subtle embroidery. She had left it in Christian’s room days ago, and after the chaos of the day, she didn’t want to ask anyone for help. She just wanted to grab it and disappear back into her own space.The door to Christian’s master bedroom was slightly ajar. She pushed it open quietly and stepped inside.The room smelled like him — warm cedar, crisp cologne, and that unmistakable masculine scent that always made her body react before her mind could catch up. She moved towar

The Price of Desire

The warm water in the large marble tub lapped gently against their bodies. Steam curled around them, thick and intimate, turning the bathroom into a private world. Christian held Daniella close from behind, her back pressed against his solid chest. His hands moved with slow, deliberate reverence, as if he were worshipping every inch of her.He started at her shoulders, massaging the tension away with strong, soapy fingers. Then his hands slid lower, cupping her full breasts. His thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples already hardened from the cool air and his touch circling them slowly, teasingly. Daniella’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as electricity shot straight between her legs.Christian’s voice was a low, hungry growl against her ear. “You’re so responsive for me.”One of his hands trailed down her stomach, over the curve of her hips, and dipped between her thighs. He parted her folds with two thick fingers, finding her slick and ready. He r

Possessive Shadows

Daniella stepped out of the board meeting with her phone pressed to her ear, the sound of Christian’s deep voice filling her senses as she walked back toward her office.“…so tell me what you want me to get for you,” he said casually, the hint of a smile in his tone. “I’m heading back soon.”She smiled despite herself, pushing open her office door. “Just my usual coffee. And maybe that protein bar you like — the one with the dark chocolate.”Christian chuckled softly. “Already got it. Anything else, baby?”She stepped inside and froze.A stunning bouquet of deep red roses — her absolute favorite — sat prominently on her desk, wrapped elegantly with a small card.Her heart skipped. “Oh… you got me my favorite flowers,” she said warmly into the phone, genuinely touched for a second. “They’re beautiful.”There was a short pause on the other end.“What flowers?” Christian asked, voice shifting.Daniella’s eyes dropped to the card. It simply read: From

Punishment and Secret

Daniella stepped into Christian’s master bedroom, heart still racing from the intense encounter in the alcove. Her legs felt weak, her core still throbbing with unfulfilled need. She closed the door behind her and moved to the walk-in closet.She chose the black lingerie she knew would drive him wild — a sheer lace bodysuit that clung to every curve like a second skin. The delicate straps framed her full breasts, the cups barely containing them, pushing them up invitingly. The lace hugged her narrow waist before flaring over her wide, fat ass, the material stretching taut across the generous, rounded cheeks. It rode high on her hips, the crotchless design leaving her pussy exposed. The garter straps connected to sheer stockings that accentuated her long, toned legs. Every inch of the lingerie hugged her perfect hourglass figure — big breasts, tiny waist, thick thighs, and that juicy, heart-shaped ass that jiggled slightly with every movement.She dimmed the main lights and s

The Lie that could burn everything

Christian’s phone rang, cutting through the heavy, satisfied silence of the bedroom. He was still lying on his back, chest heaving, skin glistening with sweat from the intense session. Daniella lay beside him, legs still trembling, body humming with aftershocks.He reached for the phone on the nightstand. “It’s the butler,” he muttered, answering. “What is it?”The butler’s voice came through, urgent. “Sir, we need you at the office immediately. There’s a problem. A woman is here causing a scene. She’s demanding to see you and making very serious claims.”Christian sat up, frowning. “What kind of claims?”“She says she’s pregnant with your child.”Daniella’s eyes snapped open. She turned her head sharply toward him.Christian’s expression hardened. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He ended the call and looked at Daniella. “Stay here and rest. I’ll handle it.”Daniella was already swinging her legs off the bed. “I’m coming with you.”Christian didn’t argue. They dressed quickly Chri

Shadow of Doubt

The private hospital lounge felt smaller with every passing second. The doctor’s words still hung in the air like smoke after an explosion: “Mr. Harper is the father.”Sophia Laurent stood with a triumphant smile, one hand resting protectively over her belly. “I told you. Now the world will know.”Christian looked like someone had punched him in the gut. His face was pale, jaw clenched so tightly Daniella could see the muscle ticking. “This is impossible,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “I’ve never touched you, Sophia. Not once. We were classmates. That’s it.”Sophia’s smile didn’t waver. “The DNA doesn’t lie, Christian. Three months. You can deny it all you want, but the press will love this story. The untouchable billionaire who abandons his pregnant ex while parading around with his new office toy. I’ll make sure every tabloid in the city has it by morning unless you take responsibility.”Daniella stood by the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her heart was hammering

The Web of Lies

The private hospital lounge felt suffocating. The doctor’s words still echoed in the air like a death sentence: “Mr. Harper is the father.”Sophia Laurent stood with a triumphant smile, one hand resting protectively over her belly. But inside, her mind was racing back to the night it all began.Two months earlierSophia sat in the dimly lit corner of an exclusive rooftop bar, nursing a glass of expensive champagne. Across from her were two women who had become unlikely allies in their shared hatred for Christian Harper and the newcomer who had stolen his attention Angela and a woman named Sharon, a sharp-tongued socialite with deep connections in the city’s elite circles.Angela leaned forward, her eyes glittering with malice. “He’s parading that little maid around like she’s queen of the empire. Daniella Cruz. She thinks she can just walk in and take what’s mine.”Sharon sipped her drink, smiling coldly. “Men like Christian don’t change. But we can make him

The Cracks Widen

The morning after the hospital confrontation dawned gray and heavy over the city. Daniella stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of Christian’s master bedroom, wrapped in a silk robe, watching the rain streak down the glass. Her body still ached from the night before the possessive way he had taken her, the way she had fallen apart under his touch. But the pleasure felt tainted now, overshadowed by the bombshell at the hospital.Pregnant.The word kept echoing in her head. Sophia Laurent, claiming to carry Christian’s child. A child that, according to the rigged test, was his. Daniella’s hand unconsciously moved to her own flat stomach, where she had violently ended her own pregnancy just days ago. The emptiness there felt like a wound that refused to close.Christian emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered, towel around his waist. His muscular body was still damp, water droplets tracing the defined lines of his abs and the sharp V that disappeared beneath the towel

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