All Chapters of In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The mansion felt and smelt different that evening, of course it was the day everyone has been waiting for, the day contract would be signed, people would display everything their nonchalant teachers have been teaching them. It was D NIGHT. Even the staff moved differently, quieter, more careful, as though they understood that tonight was not just another event. Tonight meant something.Upstairs, Christian stood in front of his mirror, his expression calm but his movements precise. He adjusted the cuff of his black suit slowly, his eyes scanning his reflection with the kind of attention he rarely gave himself. The suit fit him perfectly, tailored to his frame like it had been built around his body. The fabric rested sharply over his broad shoulders, tapering neatly down his torso, emphasizing the quiet strength in his build without trying too hard.He rolled his shoulders once, subtly, testing the fit. Perfect.His white shirt underneath was crisp, the collar sitting

The music from the ballroom still echoed faintly in the background, the soft rhythm of violins blending with quiet laughter and clinking glasses, but none of it registered anymore. Everything around him seemed to blur, like the world had been pushed into the distance, leaving only one sentence hanging sharply in the air.“I want to have her tonight on my bed.” The words lingered in his head, they sounded unbelievable, he was sure he didn’t hear properly, Christian blinked his eyes as he turned around making sure he heard what Mr Thompson had just said. His brows pulled together slightly, his jaw tightening as confusion flickered across his face. “Sorry?” he said, his voice low, controlled, but edged with disbelief. “I don’t think I heard you properly.”Mr. Thompson didn’t move. If anything, the corner of his lips lifted slightly, amused by the reaction.“You heard me,” he replied calmly, swirling the drink in his glass as though they were discussing somet

The door didn’t just open.It burst.A violent force crashing into the quiet tension that had been building in the room, the sharp sound echoing against the walls like a gunshot.For a split second, everything froze. A slow smile creeped into Daniella’s face as she pretended to be shocked by the chaos. “Mr. Thompson! Over here!” “Sir, what is happening here?” “Who is the woman?” “Is this part of your business negotiations?”The room filled instantly with noise and blinding light as members of the press flooded in like a storm that had been waiting just outside the door. Cameras clicked rapidly, capturing every angle, every expression, every second that could never be undone.Mr. Thompson staggered backward, his face draining of color as panic overtook his usual composed demeanor. His hands flew instinctively to grab whatever was closest, trying desperately to cover himself, to hide, to regain even a shred of control.“What is this?!” he ba

Daniella stood outside the door for a brief second, her fingers hovering mid-air like she suddenly wasn’t sure she was ready to step inside. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t hesitation either. It was something else—something she didn’t want to name.“Come in.”His voice came from inside, calm, steady, commanding as always.She pushed the door open.And for a momentShe forgot why she was there.Christian sat behind his desk, one hand resting lightly on the surface, the other adjusting the cuff of his shirt. The white fabric clung to him just enough to define the sharp structure of his body without trying too hard. The first three buttons were undone, exposing the smooth stretch of his chest, the faint line of muscle that disappeared beneath the rest of the shirt like something deliberately hidden.Her eyes lingered not intentional but they did.There was something about the way he carried himself effortless, controlled, like he didn’t need to prove anything

The moment the car door shut behind them, the silence inside the vehicle felt heavier than the night they had just left behind. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke, the faint hum of the engine and the soft rush of the night air outside filling the space between them. Then suddenly, Christian laughed. Not the usual restrained sound he gave in public, but something freer, something that slipped past his control before he could stop it. He leaned his head slightly back against the seat, shaking it as though replaying everything that had just happened.“You…” he started, pausing as another laugh escaped him. “You walked out of a five-star restaurant… barefoot.”Daniella turned to look at him, her expression flat, unimpressed. “So?”“So?” he repeated, glancing at her with raised brows. “Do you even realize what that looked like?”“Yes,” she replied calmly, turning her face back toward the window. “Freedom.”That only made him laugh again, softer this time. S