All Chapters of In Love with my Father’s Serial Killer : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(Daniella’s pov)My breath caught in my throat the moment his hands settled around my waist.For a second, I forgot how to move. Every sensible thought inside my head screamed that this was wrong. This was Christian Harper the man I had spent years blaming for the destruction of my life, the same man who killed my father, the man whose name was tied to some of my darkest memories. Yet standing there beneath the spray of water, trapped between reason and desire, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.His gaze held mine with an intensity that made my pulse stumble. It was the kind of look that felt dangerous, as though he could see straight through every wall I had spent years building around myself. Slowly, his hands slid lower along my back before settling once more at my waist, drawing me closer until there was barely any space left between us, his lips roughly dashed into mine pulling all the veins and nerve in my body, his tongue pulled into my mouth sucking ever bit of my lips my e

The moment the bathroom door clicked shut behind her, Daniella felt whatever strength she had been holding onto finally disappear. She slid down against the door until she was sitting on the cold marble floor, her knees drawn tightly to her chest. The hotel room beyond the bathroom felt distant, almost unreal, while the events of the previous night replayed relentlessly inside her mind. Every thought seemed to pull her in a different direction. Revenge told her one thing. Her heart seemed determined to tell her another.Tears slipped down her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands. She had spent years preparing herself for this mission. Years convincing herself that Christian Harper was nothing more than a monster wearing an expensive suit. Yet the more time she spent around him, the harder it became to fit him into the image she had carried for so long. Nothing was making sense anymore, and the uncertainty frightened her more than anything else.Her phone vibrated suddenly in her

Daniella barely slept that night.Long after Paris had settled into silence and the lights beyond the hotel windows had dimmed, she remained awake staring at the ceiling. Christian’s voice kept replaying in her head. The conversation about his father. The discomfort that crossed his face when the investor mentioned the accident thirteen years ago. The way he had immediately changed the subject. None of it made sense. Every answer she found only seemed to create ten new questions.By morning, she had made up her mind.If she wanted the truth, she needed access.She needed access to Christian Harper himself.The realization should have terrified her.Instead, it made her strangely calm.The following day became their final day in Paris. Meetings filled most of the morning, followed by endless paperwork, contract reviews, and negotiations with investors who seemed determined to squeeze every possible minute out of Christian’s schedule before he returned home.Throughout it all, Daniella

If there was one thing Daniella had learned about Christian Harper, it was that the man had an unbelievable ability to occupy her thoughts even when she desperately wanted him out of them.The morning after they returned from Paris, she woke up feeling exhausted despite having slept through the night. Every time she closed her eyes she found herself replaying pieces of the trip. The walk along the river. The conversations. The strange look on Christian’s face whenever someone hinted that they were together. By the time she finished getting dressed for work, she was already annoyed with herself.She had more important things to think about.Much more important things.The truth about her father.The missing pieces surrounding the accident thirteen years ago.The mission she had spent years preparing for.Not Christian Harper.Yet somehow her mind kept circling back to him.The day passed surprisingly quickly. Meetings filled most of the morning while paperwork consumed the rest of the

The smile on Daniella’s face disappeared the second Christian told her to shut up.For a moment she simply stood there staring at him, unable to believe what she had just heard. The mansion had become so quiet that she could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock somewhere in the distance. Christian was still sitting on the couch, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable, yet there was something burning beneath the surface that neither of them seemed willing to acknowledge. The words had slipped out of him before he could stop them, and judging from the look on his face, he regretted them almost immediately.“What is wrong with you?” Daniella asked quietly.Christian looked away first.“Nothing.”A bitter laugh escaped her lips.“Nothing? You’ve been acting strange all week.”“I haven’t.”“You have.”The answer came faster than she expected.Christian stood up from the couch and ran a hand through his hair. He looked exhausted, frustrated, and strangely restless. It was as though h