บททั้งหมดของ Married In My Step Sister’s Place : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Ever since Adrian heard Isabella’s trembling words and remembered how Zara had risked herself to save him something inside him finally cracked open. Maybe, just maybe, it had been a terrible mistake to hate her all along. For the first time, he wanted to talk not to argue, not to blame, but to finally understand.So there he was, standing at Zara’s door. His hand hovered for a moment before he knocked softly. When she opened, her face didn’t carry anger only confusion and quiet caution.“Are you here to mock me?” she asked, her voice steady but wounded. “Because I was drugged, and you helped me?”He shook his head gently. “No… can I come in?”That alone startled her. Normally, Adrian never asked. He just walked in, like her space belonged to him. “Sure,” she said after a pause.Her room was neat, calm the kind of order Adrian had never known in his own heart. He glanced around, unsure how to start. “Can I sit?”“Uhmm… yeah. On that chair,” she said, still wondering what game he was

Before they decided to leave, it started raining not heavily, just a soft drizzle that kissed the ground gently. Then, suddenly, Zara was out in the rain.Adrian looked shocked. “Zara, get out of the rain! You’re going to fall sick.”“No, I won’t!” she laughed. “You need to start enjoying life’s little moments.”She twirled under the rain, carefree and full of life. Adrian stood there, watching her in quiet amusement. How can someone be this carefree? he thought. He was seeing a side of Zara he’d never seen before wild, spontaneous, alive.When she finally stepped out of the rain, she was slightly shivering but tried to hide it.“Look at you ,you’re shivering,” Adrian said, removing his coat and wrapping it gently around her shoulders. “Yes, enjoy life, but be mindful, Zara. I won’t always be there to help you out.”She pouted, “I just wanted to have a little fun.”Adrian sighed softly. “Alright, let’s go.”At work the next day, Zara couldn’t stop sneezing.“Are you sure you’re okay?

Both of them turned sharply at the sound of Blake’s voice. He stood in the doorway, clapping slowly, his face twisted with an ironic smile.“Oh, so you two love each other this much?” he sneered. “Wow, Zara, you’re lucky.”His words dripped with venom. Adrian’s arms tightened protectively around Zara, who clung to him, trembling yet defiant.Blake took a few steps forward, bitterness darkening his eyes. “You know, in the past, I built a company from nothing. It was thriving. But then I made one mistake. I fell for you, Zara. And the moment I did, everything started falling apart.”Zara frowned. “What are you talking about?”Blake’s laugh was hollow. “Don’t act clueless. You see this man is your perfect husband? He took everything from me. My partners, my investors, they all left for him , he did this when he found out I liked you .”“That’s not true!” Adrian barked. “Blake ignored him, turning back to Zara. “And as if that wasn’t enough, when he saw me at the park , he punched me so

Adrian’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, the city lights outside the rain-streaked windshield blurring into a smear of orange and grey. All that existed in his chest was a single, jagged thought that echoed like the striking of a bell: I will kill you with my own hands. It was not a prayer. It was not a promise he imagined he’d ever keep. It was the raw, animal pulse of someone who had been stripped of logic and left with nothing but the hot iron of retribution. He drove like a man trying to outrun himself red lights swallowed, horns a distant, useless chorus. Every pothole, every sudden swerve, felt like a note in a frantic drumbeat drawing him toward the police station. He didn’t remember thinking about consequence. He didn’t remember deciding anything other than the look he wanted to put on Blake’s face when it finally settled into his sights. When he pushed through the station doors, the fluorescent hum and the smell of disinfectant hit him like cold water. Blake sat

Alaric sat quietly beside his daughter’s bed, his eyes heavy from sleepless nights. The rhythmic beeping of the hospital monitor was the only sound that broke the silence. Zara lay still, her face pale yet peaceful, as if she were only sleeping. He brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead and whispered softly, “You’re going to come out of this, my girl. I know you will.”Hours passed, the sterile smell of disinfectant mixing with the faint scent of lilies someone had left by her bedside. When his throat turned dry, Alaric finally stood, intending to grab a cup of coffee. But as he stepped into the corridor, he froze.There, on the row of chairs, sat Adrian and Isabella. Both were asleep Isabella’s head resting lightly on Adrian’s arm. The sight took him aback. For so long, he had carried resentment toward Adrian, believing he was the reason Zara had ended up in this hospital bed. Yet now, seeing the young man still here after the long night, exhaustion written across his face