All Chapters of I Married the Devil to Kill My Own Family: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The air-raid alarm screamed through the ship.Sharp enough to split the skull.Vivienne barely reacted.Her palm pressed flat against the hard muscle covering her body. Then she twisted her wrist and shoved.Alexander stumbled backward half a step from the force.The oversized jacket hanging from her shoulders slipped loose.Without even looking down, she caught it by the collar and pulled it closed around herself, covering the black silk underneath.Across the control screens, red warning lights flashed violently.The coordinates of the surrounding submarines updated in rapid succession.The moment she saw the radar feed, the warmth vanished from her eyes entirely.She turned.Walked straight for the exit.Calm.Steady.The sharp sound of heels striking metal echoed through the corridor one step at a time.She didn’t look back once.Not even at the man standing behind her.Alexander remained against the ice wall, chest heaving.His bloodshot eyes locked onto the retreating figure dis

The touch was light.Almost absentminded.Just the briefest graze across rough skin.Alexander’s entire body locked instantly.Every muscle tightened.He held a breath so hard it trembled in his ribs.Then, slowly—he leaned into her hand.Rested his jaw fully against the back of her fingers.The distance between them vanished.Their breathing mixed together in the dark.Before anything outside could interrupt the moment, Alexander moved further.As though chasing the warmth left behind on her skin.He pushed his face firmly into her palm.Eyes bloodshot.Breathing uneven.When he spoke, his voice came out rough and damaged.“The four coordinates.”Each word sounded fractured.“I understand them now.”His shoulders trembled uncontrollably.“Twenty years ago… those people never raised me to survive.”His fingers dug into the carpet beneath him.“I was just the container.”Silence settled briefly between them.Then the rest came out.Slowly.Like tearing open something rotten.“They cut

Blinding wind drove thumb-sized hail into the Leviathan’s outer armor.Twelve-level storm systems rolled across the polar sea, circling the vessel without end—like something testing its limits.Outside the gravity corridor, rust and old blood were already gone. High-pressure sterilization had erased everything. Only the sting of military disinfectant remained.Half a step from the master control suite.Alexander held position beneath a vent.Snowmelt ran off his shoulders in slow streams. The tactical suit that once rated for ballistic impact had degraded into torn fragments, hanging loose across his frame.The wound on his left chest pulsed with a dim violet halo.Under the skin, altered vessels tightened in rhythm with his breath.The Siberian core field was unstable.And inside him, the parasite strain reacted to every scattered radiation wave like it recognized ownership.His body kept trying to move forward.Not metaphorically. Physically.Muscle groups locked on the sealed door.

The gramophone crackled.Its rusted gears groaned as the old record spun, filling the frozen hall with a dry, rasping hiss.Vivienne lifted the yellowed film strip between two fingers.Layers of decoding algorithms streamed across her retinal display. Data cascaded down her vision in cold, merciless lines.Truth.Raw and undeniable.The woman strapped to the dissection table in the photograph was the original Lazarus Subject Zero.The first host.The first vessel.And the face staring back from that image...Was identical to Alexander's.Silence crashed through the palace.In the shadows, Alexander froze.His massive frame jerked backward as if struck by artillery fire.A heartbeat later, his back slammed into a bronze pillar.The impact echoed through the chamber.Dust and powdered stone rained from above.He lowered his head.Wouldn't look at the photograph.Couldn't.His gaze locked onto the floor instead, fixed on the edge of his military boots stained black with dried blood.The

“Thump—thump—”It wasn’t just sound. It was an ancient pulse, capable of manipulating genetic chains.Beneath two miles of ice, the living heartbeat echoed through a damaged tactical terminal, filling the empty master suite.Each beat struck Alexander’s altered neural core with surgical precision.His spine tensed, muscles jerking violently.Two hundred pounds of raw power curled tighter into the corner, veins bulging beneath skin with every pulse, threatening to burst.The fragile balance of his biofield teetered on the edge of chaos.A shiver ran through him—instinctual, hardwired, unavoidable.Vivienne didn’t even lift an eyelid.She stepped forward. The metallic heel of her jet-black tactical stiletto smashed the terminal display.“Crack!”Clean. Precise.Sparks flew, plastic burned.The speaker was crushed underfoot. The piercing heartbeat cut off abruptly.Silence reclaimed the space, save for the man’s ragged, distorted breaths.She didn’t glance at the scattered electronics.I