All Chapters of In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Christian had dealt with armed criminals, dangerous missions, and situations that could have gotten him killed more times than he could count, yet somehow standing inside his bathroom with a drunk Daniella felt like one of the most difficult situations he had ever faced.She sat lazily on the edge of the bathtub, staring at absolutely nothing while a sleepy smile danced across her face. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol, and every few seconds she would blink slowly as though she was struggling to remember where she was.“Daniella,” Christian said patiently, crouching in front of her. “You need to take a bath.”She tilted her head and stared at him for several seconds before suddenly giggling.Christian frowned.“What?”“You have really nice eyes.”His jaw tightened.Normally he would have ignored a comment like that, but hearing it from her somehow made him feel strangely uncomfortable.Not uncomfortable in a bad way.Uncomfortable because he liked hearing it far more

Daniella woke up feeling irritated the moment she opened her eyes. The memory of her argument with Christian the previous night immediately returned, along with the ridiculous one-week suspension he had forced on her.After lying in bed for a few minutes staring at the ceiling, she finally dragged herself out from under the covers and headed toward the bathroom. A long warm shower helped clear some of the frustration from her mind, but not all of it.Nothing could erase the memory of Christian standing in the living room acting like a dictator.By the time she finished bathing, she felt slightly better.She chose a simple but beautiful outfit a fitted bodycon top paired with a short flowing skirt. After drying her hair and applying minimal makeup, she stared at herself in the mirror.“Suspended,” she muttered.The word still annoyed her.With a frustrated sigh, she left her room and headed downstairs.The mansion felt unusually quiet.Christian had already left for work hours earlier,

The following morning, Daniella woke before sunrise. For the first time in days, she actually felt excited about something. The thought of leaving the city, even if it was only for a business trip, felt strangely refreshing. After taking a quick shower, she stood in front of her wardrobe for several minutes before finally settling on a beautiful two-piece airport outfit that hugged her figure perfectly without looking overly dramatic. She curled her hair neatly, applied light makeup, and stepped back from the mirror. The woman staring back at her looked confident, elegant, and completely different from the terrified girl who had arrived at Christian’s mansion months ago.By the time she carried her luggage downstairs, the mansion was already awake. She expected to see Christian waiting near the entrance, but instead she found one of the drivers standing beside a black luxury vehicle parked outside. The older man immediately stepped forward and collected her suitcase.“Good morning, Mi

The cool evening breeze drifted across the balcony as Paris glowed beneath them like a city made entirely of light. From where they stood, the streets below looked almost magical. Cars moved slowly along illuminated roads, café lights flickered in the distance, and the sound of distant conversations floated upward from the bustling city. For a few moments, neither Christian nor Daniella spoke. They simply stood side by side, holding their cups while taking in the view.Christian was the first to break the silence.“You know,” he said quietly, resting one arm against the balcony railing, “when I was younger, my father used to take us on trips like this all the time.”Daniella glanced at him curiously.“Really?”He nodded.“Different countries. Different cities. Different cultures. But the funny thing is that none of them ever felt like vacations.”A small smile touched his lips as he stared out across the city.“My father believed every trip should have a purpose. If we traveled somewh

The moment Daniella appeared at the top of the grand staircase, the atmosphere inside the ballroom shifted completely.Conversations slowed. Glasses paused halfway to lips. Even the soft music playing through the elegant hall seemed to fade into the background as heads turned toward the staircase one after another. For a brief moment, nobody seemed interested in discussing business deals, investments, or partnerships anymore.They were all looking at her.The red gown hugged her figure perfectly, elegant without being excessive, sophisticated without trying too hard. The fitted fabric flowed smoothly down her body before falling gracefully toward the floor, highlighting every movement she made as she descended the staircase. Her dark hair had been swept into a flawless bun that exposed the graceful line of her neck, while a pair of sparkling earrings caught the light every time she moved. Her makeup was subtle except for the deep red lipstick that made her look effortlessly stunning.