All Chapters of I Married My Enemy to Destroy Him: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Seraphina woke before dawn.She didn’t know what had disturbed her sleep. The estate was silent as always, wrapped in the cold stillness that seemed to belong exclusively to Lucien Virelli’s world.Yet something felt different.Wrong.She sat upright, her pulse steady despite the unease crawling beneath her skin. Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver lines across the bedroom floor. For several moments she simply listened.Nothing.No footsteps.No voices.No alarms.Only silence.She slipped out of bed and walked toward the window. The gardens below were bathed in pale light, every hedge trimmed to perfection, every fountain frozen like a photograph.Then she noticed it.Movement.A tiny flash from somewhere beyond the eastern wall.It disappeared almost immediately.Her eyes narrowed.Someone was watching the estate.Before she could focus again, her bedroom door opened quietly.Lucien stepped inside.He was already dressed in a charcoal suit despite

The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the Virelli estate wrapped in an eerie silence. Mist clung to the gardens like restless spirits, softening the sharp edges of statues and hedges until the entire property looked like a forgotten dream.Seraphina stood on the balcony outside her bedroom, gripping the cold iron railing as the first rays of sunlight struggled through the clouds. She hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photographs from Project Black Veil, heard Adrian’s accusations, and remembered the haunted look in Lucien’s eyes whenever she demanded answers.Someone had tried to erase her family.Someone still wanted her dead.And somehow, Lucien had known long before she did.The sound of footsteps behind her broke the silence.“You’ll catch a cold.”She didn’t turn.“I think I have bigger problems.”Lucien walked onto the balcony beside her, dressed in one of his perfectly tailored black suits despite the early hour. His hands rested casually in

The rain had finally stopped.For the first time in days, the Virelli estate stood beneath a pale morning sky, washed clean by the storm. Sunlight spilled across the marble terrace outside Seraphina’s bedroom, but it did nothing to quiet the turmoil inside her.She hadn’t slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photographs from the hidden files. Her father shaking hands with Victor Hale. Lucien standing nearby, younger but already carrying the same unreadable expression. Matteo’s confession echoed in her ears.“You’re the third woman he’s brought into this position.”And then Lucien’s own words.“I’m protecting you.”Nothing fit together anymore.She had spent years believing she understood the story.Now every chapter felt like a lie.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.“Mrs. Virelli?”It was Elena, one of the house attendants.“The master has already left for headquarters.”Seraphina looked toward the closed bedroom door.“He didn’t say goodbye?”Elena hesitated.“He a

Seraphina barely slept.The events of the previous night replayed in fragments every time she closed her eyes—the ambush, the blood staining Matteo’s shirt, Lucien taking a bullet graze to shield her, and the realization that every attack seemed to revolve around one person.Her.By dawn, the Virelli estate felt unnaturally quiet.The silence wasn’t peaceful.It was the silence of soldiers waiting for another battle.She stood on the balcony outside her bedroom, watching the mist drift across the sprawling gardens below. Security teams moved in disciplined formations, inspecting every corner of the estate. Armed guards had doubled overnight.Lucien hadn’t taken any chances.A knock interrupted her thoughts.“Come in.”The door opened to reveal Matteo.The cut above his brow had been stitched, and a fresh bandage disappeared beneath his dark hair. Despite the injury, he stood straight, his usual expression unreadable.“You should be resting,” Seraphina said.“I could say the same to yo

Seraphina barely remembered climbing the staircase.Her legs carried her to the east wing of the estate while her mind remained trapped in the basement archive, staring at the old cassette recorder Lucien had recovered from a forgotten safe house.“My father’s final words.”The sentence echoed relentlessly.She reached her room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, drawing a shaky breath.For years she had imagined her father’s final moments countless times. In every version, he died cursing Lucien Virelli’s name.Now she wasn’t sure she knew anything at all.A knock interrupted her thoughts.Three soft taps.She didn’t answer.The door opened anyway.Lucien stepped inside carrying the recorder in one hand and a small wooden box in the other.“I said I wanted to be alone.”“I know.”“Then why are you here?”He met her gaze calmly.“Because if you listen to this by yourself, you’ll believe the first thing your emotions tell you.”She folded her arms.“And listening with y