All Chapters of In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morning came faster than ever, Christian growled his way out of bed as he headed straight to the bathroom to have a quick shower. His lips were curved into a beautiful smile, today he was going to be having a meeting with Mr Thompson, his stomach twitched a bit, some part of the thought got him a little bit nervous. “Does he want to cancel the deal?” He asked no one in particular as the water coming from the shower thrilled down his skin. Christian might own the richest tech company in the city, but Mr Thompson had covered the nighty percent of European countries with his company, signing this contract with him will multiply Christian’s income a whole lot.He walked out of the shower as he headed straight to his wardrobe picking up one of his favorite plain trousers, a body hug singlet and a long robe suit to go with. He was giving every girls Korean crush. He brushed his hair backwards putting on his half a billion dollar watch, his polished black shoes. He turned and looked at

Christian stood in the middle of his room, his chest rising and falling slowly as he stared blankly at nothing. The blood dripping off his hands to the floor reflected the chaos inside him, his hand still bleeding slightly from the force he had used earlier.“Daniella?” He whispered slowly, his mind drifting to different scenarios and moments in the house they’ve had together. The name sat heavily in his chest.He scoffed immediately, dragging his fingers through his hair as he turned away from the mess.“No… that’s not happening.”He took a few steps, pacing the room like a man trying to escape his own thoughts.“Out of every woman… her?” he muttered.His pride grew even harder, the thought of her crazy behavior and the fact that he did something upsetting to her a few hours ago drew him out of that line. His jaw tightened as his mind still kept pushing her back to his thoughts. “No!” He gashed his teeth. “She’s stubborn, annoying, disrespectful and somehow different …” he stopp

The ride back home was quiet, it wasn’t because they had nothing to say but the day's activity kept replying on their head. Daniella as usual placed her head outside the window, the win hitting her face as the car drove in full speed, she opened her mouth playing with the wind as the move, Christian on his own end kept his hands busy with his phone as she consistently kept stealing glances at Daniella when she wasn’t looking. her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the shopping bag that held the dress. Her reflection stared back at her through the glass, and for a moment, she didn’t recognize herself. Not because of how she looked, but because of how she felt.Something was changing.And she didn’t like it.“Focus,” she whispered inwardly. “You’re not here to feel anything.”She shifted slightly, glancing at Christian from the corner of her eye. He looked calm as always, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable, but she wasn’t fooled. There was something different about him to

Christian’s eyes darkened the moment he spotted the familiar figure walking into the restaurant. His grip tightened slightly on the fork in his hand, and for the first time since they sat down, his calm composure slipped just a little.“Oh no… why’s he here?” he muttered under his breath.Daniella noticed the change immediately. She followed his line of sight and spotted a tall, well-built man dressed in a charcoal suit, his presence loud even without him saying a word. There was confidence in his stride, the kind that came from money and influence, but his face carried something else, mischief.“Who’s that?” Daniella asked quietly.Christian exhaled slowly, already preparing himself. “A problem.”That was all he said, but it was enough.Before Daniella could ask another question, the man’s eyes landed on them and then a wide grin spread across his face.“Well, well… if it isn’t Christian Harper.”Christian leaned back slightly, his expression instantly returning to its usual unreadab

“What the hell are you doing here?”Christian’s voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and filled with restrained fury. The moment his eyes landed on Angela sprawled across his bed, something inside him snapped not loudly, not dramatically, but in that quiet, dangerous way that made him far more terrifying.Angella didn’t flinch, a beautiful smile sat widely across her face as her hands rubbed her pussy softly, her eyes staring at Christian’s hot body, the weight of his huge cock pulled his shorts slightly; she could see the shape and also imagine the size. “I missed you,” she said softly, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she shifted slightly on the bed, completely unbothered by the tension thickening the air.Christian’s jaw tightened.The last trace of warmth from the shower vanished from his expression, replaced by something cold, something controlled but barely.“Get out.” His voice was thick and extremely deadly. Angela let out a