บททั้งหมดของ In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

The storm outside had not let up by morning. Rain lashed against the windows of the mansion as Daniella stood in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee she barely tasted. Her body still carried the marks of the night before faint bruises on her hips from Christian’s grip, the pleasant ache between her thighs that reminded her how completely he had owned her. Yet the pleasure felt distant now, overshadowed by the growing storm inside her.Christian descended the stairs, dressed for battle in a tailored black suit. His jaw was set, eyes determined, but she could see the exhaustion etched into the lines of his face. The scandal had broken wide open overnight. Every news outlet, every social media platform, every board member’s inbox was flooded with Sophia’s claims.He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead. “I have back-to-back meetings today. Independent labs are running new tests. My legal team is preparing statements. We’ll end this.”Daniell

The press conference room at Harper Global was packed. Cameras flashed relentlessly as Christian stood at the podium, Daniella by his side. The air was thick with tension, reporters shouting questions from every direction.“Mr. Harper, is the child yours?”“Will you take a public DNA test?”“Is your relationship with Ms. Cruz over because of this scandal?”Christian raised a hand, his voice calm but commanding. “The pregnancy claim is false. I have never been romantically or physically involved with Sophia Laurent. Independent tests are being conducted as we speak. We will release the results when they are available. In the meantime, I ask for patience and respect for my privacy.”Daniella stood tall beside him, the perfect image of support. Inside, she was a storm. The money transfer to her uncle had gone through four million this time, siphoned through a series of shell accounts she had carefully hidden. The amounts were growing. The risks were mounting. And e

The small study down the hall from the master bedroom felt smaller than usual that night, the walls closing in as Daniella sat alone at the desk. The mansion was quiet except for the distant hum of the security system and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors. She had waited until Christian’s breathing had deepened into the steady rhythm of sleep before slipping out of bed, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. The USB drive from Julian felt heavy in her hand, a small black rectangle that held the potential to shatter everything she thought she knew. She plugged it into her laptop, the screen lighting up with a soft blue glow that cast long, eerie shadows across the room. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad for a long moment, trembling slightly. This was it. The evidence Julian had risked everything to give her. The truth about Angela. The woman who had been a rival, a threat, but perhaps something far more dangerous. Daniella took a deep breath, the a

The mansion felt heavier than usual that morning, the air thick with unspoken tension and the faint scent of fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen. Daniella stood at the window of the master bedroom, staring out at the manicured gardens below, the USB drive from Julian still burning a hole in her pocket. The videos she had watched the night before replayed in her mind like a nightmare she couldn’t escape Angela’s cold calculations, the bribes, the threats. The betrayal cut deep, stirring a storm of rage and fear that made her hands tremble when she thought about it too long. Christian was still asleep behind her, his breathing steady and peaceful. She turned to look at him, her heart aching with a mix of love and unbearable guilt. He looked so vulnerable in sleep, the powerful billionaire reduced to a man who trusted her completely. The weight of her secrets felt crushing. She wanted to wake him, to show him the USB drive, to confess everything. But Julian’s warning echoed in her mind:

The morning light filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting long, golden shadows across the floor. Daniella stood at the window, her silk robe loosely tied around her waist, staring out at the city skyline that stretched endlessly below. The USB drive from Julian felt like a live wire in her pocket, its weight a constant reminder of the secrets she was carrying. Her heart ached with a mix of love and unbearable guilt as she watched Christian get ready for another tense board meeting. He looked exhausted dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slightly slumped under the weight of the scandal that refused to die. The man who had once been untouchable now carried the burden of lies and betrayal on his back, and it broke something inside her to see him like this.Christian buttoned his shirt, his movements precise but tired. He caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled softly, crossing the room to pull her into his arms. “You’re worrying again,” he mur