All Chapters of In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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What he left behind

Daniella stared at the message on her phone for several seconds before locking the screen. Christian noticed immediately.“What did they say?”“Someone claims they have something my uncle left behind.”“Where?”Another message appeared.THE OLD TRAINING HOUSE. MIDNIGHT. COME IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH.Christian read it over her shoulder, his expression hardening.“No.”Daniella looked at him. “No?”“You’re not going there alone.”“I wasn’t planning to.”His expression softened slightly, but the tension remained. “Good.”Marcus took the phone from Daniella and examined the number. “It’s untraceable.”Richard stepped closer. “Then don’t go.”Daniella looked at him. “Why?”“Because if they’re using your uncle’s name, they know exactly what will make you come.”“I need to know what he left.”Richard’s expression darkened. “You may not like what you find.”Daniella gave a bitter smile. “I stopped expecting the truth to be easy a long time ago.”By midnight, they were outside the old training h

THE NIGHT DERRICK DIED

Daniella stared at the empty doorway.Richard was gone.For several seconds, she couldn’t understand how he had disappeared so quickly. The training house had only one main entrance, and Marcus had been watching it.Christian stepped beside her.“Daniella.”She turned toward him.“Richard knew.”Christian’s expression was grim. “Apparently.”Bennett was still on the floor, one hand pressed against his wound. Marcus knelt beside him and checked the injury.“He’s alive,” Marcus said. “But he needs medical attention.”Bennett gave a weak laugh.“After everything I’ve done, I’m surprised anyone cares.”Daniella ignored him.“What happened the night my father died?”Bennett looked at her.“I told you. Ask Richard.”“No.” Daniella stepped closer. “You’re going to tell me what you know.”Bennett’s eyes moved toward the photograph on the floor.“Your father wasn’t alone that night.”“I know my uncle was there.”“I’m not talking about your uncle.”Daniella’s stomach tightened.“Who else?”Benn

The Container

Daniella stared at the metal container beneath the floorboards. Dust covered its surface, but the small brass lock on the front was untouched, almost as if someone had deliberately hidden it and expected her to find it one day.Christian crouched beside her. “The key.”Daniella immediately reached into her pocket and pulled out the brass key numbered seventeen. She had carried it for years without understanding why it mattered. Her fingers trembled as she inserted it into the lock.Click.The lid opened.Inside were three things: a small black notebook, a photograph, and a sealed envelope bearing her father’s handwriting.Daniella picked up the photograph first.Her breath caught.It showed her father standing beside Thomas Harper and Richard Hale. They were standing in front of the same training house, but there was something written on the back.THE THREE MEN WHO KNEW.Christian took the photograph and turned it over.“Your father, my grandfather, and Richard.”Daniella nodded slowl

The sister he didn’t trust

Daniella stared at the name on the letter until the words blurred before her eyes. Evelyn Cruz. Her aunt. Her father’s sister. The woman who had appeared after all these years claiming she had tried to protect Daniella and had witnessed the aftermath of Derrick’s murder. The woman who had given them information about her uncle and helped them understand pieces of the past. Now her father’s own handwriting was telling her not to trust her.Christian took the letter from Daniella and read the final sentence again. His expression became unreadable. “We don’t accuse her yet.”Daniella looked at him. “You think my father was wrong?”“No. I think we need to understand why he wrote this before we decide what Evelyn actually did.”“She knew about my uncle. She knew about the man he called Victor. She knew about the night my father died. She knew I was being trained. How much more do we need?”“Proof,” Christian answered quietly.Daniella looked away. He was right. She had spent too many years

The hospital

Daniella stared at the message on her phone for several seconds without moving.The location Evelyn had sent was one she knew too well.The old hospital.Her fingers tightened around the phone as memories she had spent years trying to bury began forcing their way back into her mind. White walls. Harsh lights. The smell of blood and disinfectant. Her father’s voice. Her uncle’s arms around her small body. And the sound of a gunshot that had divided her childhood into a before and an after.Evelyn had asked her to come there.After everything Daniella had discovered, she knew better than to believe it was a simple meeting.Christian sat beside her in the car, watching her carefully. He reached for the phone and read the message.“You’re not going alone,” he said.Daniella looked at him. “I wasn’t planning to.”“You were thinking about it.”She sighed. “Maybe.”Christian handed the phone back.“Daniella.”“I know.”“No, you don’t.” His voice was calm, but there was something wounded bene

The letter he left behind

The gunshot shattered the room.Christian reacted instantly, throwing himself over Daniella as another bullet tore through the wall behind them. Glass from the broken window scattered across the floor, and Evelyn cried out as she fell against the old cabinet.“Stay down!” Christian shouted.Daniella’s heart hammered against her ribs. She pressed herself against the floor, barely breathing as another shot echoed somewhere outside.Then she heard Marcus shouting from the corridor.“Move! They’re on the east side!”Gunfire answered him.Christian lifted his head slightly, listening.“Marcus has them distracted.”Daniella looked across the room.Evelyn was lying on the floor, one hand pressed against her shoulder. Blood seeped between her fingers.“Aunt Evelyn.”Daniella started toward her.Christian caught her wrist.“Wait.”“She’s bleeding.”“I know. But we don’t know if there’s another shooter inside.”Daniella looked toward the doorway.Nothing moved.She pulled her wrist free.“We ca

The witness from the past

The lights went out.Daniella froze.For a few seconds, the abandoned hospital disappeared into complete darkness. She could hear Evelyn breathing beside her, Christian shifting his position in front of them, and somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of footsteps moving through the corridor.“Don’t move,” Christian whispered.Daniella tightened her grip on the photograph.Someone was still inside the hospital.Someone who knew they were there.Someone who knew about the letter.A metallic click came from the hallway.Christian raised his weapon.“Show yourself.”No answer.Then a shadow moved across the doorway.Christian fired.The muzzle flash briefly illuminated the corridor, but whoever had been there was already gone.“Christian,” Daniella whispered.“I’m here.”She reached for his hand and found it.Evelyn was still crouched beside the wall, pressing her injured shoulder.Daniella looked down at the photograph.The man standing behind her father and uncle was still there, f

The locked room

The old training house stood in complete darkness when Daniella arrived.She remained inside the car for several seconds, staring through the windshield at the building that had once been the center of her entire childhood. Every wall held a memory she wished she could forget. Every room reminded her of the person she had been forced to become.Christian stepped out beside her and closed the car door.“You don’t have to go in if you’re not ready.”Daniella looked at him.“I’ve been ready for this since the day I found out my uncle lied to me.”Christian nodded.“Then we do it together.”Marcus and his men spread out around the property while Christian and Daniella entered through the same door they had used before.The training house was silent.Daniella switched on her flashlight and slowly walked through the corridor.She remembered being seven years old, standing in this same hallway while her uncle shouted at her because she had refused to continue training. She remembered the bru

The man who watched

Daniella stood completely still.For twenty years, Samuel Reed had existed only as a name buried in old photographs and fragments of conversations. She had never expected to see the man himself, let alone have him appear at the very place where she had spent her childhood being trained by the man who murdered her father.Christian moved toward the window.“Stay here.”Daniella shook her head.“No.”He looked at her.“If that’s Samuel Reed, I’m going with you.”Christian studied her for a moment before nodding.Marcus moved ahead of them, weapon ready, while the others secured the room. Daniella followed Christian out of the training house and into the cold night air.The man standing beside the vehicle did not move.He was older than he had been in the photograph, his hair almost completely gray, his face marked by years of exhaustion. He wore a dark coat and held both hands where they could be seen.When his eyes landed on Daniella, something changed in his expression.He looked at h

THE FAMILY SECRET

Silence filled the locked room.Daniella stared at the photograph in front of her, trying to make sense of what she had just heard.Her father.Thomas Harper.Samuel Reed.All standing together.Working together.Investigating the same enemy.For years, she had believed the Cruz family and the Harper family stood on opposite sides of a war. She had built her entire life around that belief. Every lesson her uncle taught her, every lie he fed her, every ounce of hatred she carried had been built on the idea that Christian’s family was connected to her father’s death.Now, another truth stood before her.Their fathers had been allies.Christian picked up the photograph again.“My father never spoke about this,” he said quietly.Samuel Reed sat down slowly in the old wooden chair.“That was intentional.”Daniella looked at him.“What do you mean?”Samuel sighed.“Your fathers agreed that if something happened to them, some secrets would die with them.”“Why?”“Because the wrong people alr

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