All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY MOTHER’S KILLER : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The room felt colder, not because of the storm outside, but because of the words spoken by a four-year-old child.“Why was the red earring lady crying in your room?”Eliam stared at Gabriella, then slowly turned toward Eleanor. His grandmother looked like someone had taken ten years from her in a single second. For the first time in his life, Eliam saw something he never thought he would see: fear. Not worry. Not sadness. Fear.“Grandmother,” he said quietly.Eleanor did not answer.“Why would Gabriella say that?”Her lips parted. Nothing came out.Luca noticed the change immediately. He moved slightly closer to Eliam, a silent warning that something was wrong.Eliam bent down beside Gabriella.“Sweetheart.”She looked at him.“Yes?”“Do you remember being in Grandma’s room?”Gabriella nodded slowly.“Yes.”“When?”She frowned.“I don’t know.”“That’s okay.” He softened his voice. “Just tell me what you remember.”The little girl looked at the floor.“Mommy was there.”Eliam’s heart s

Eliam Blackwood had faced men with weapons pointed at his head. He had sat across from ruthless businesspeople who smiled as they planned his downfall. He had walked into rooms where everyone wanted something from him. But nothing prepared him for the feeling of standing across a crowded school hallway, staring at a woman who might know the truth about his mother’s death.Avaline Hart.The name replayed in his mind. The message from the unknown number burned on his phone screen: The woman standing beside your sister knows exactly how your mother died.He should have confronted her immediately. That was what the old Eliam would have done—the man who trusted nobody, the man who destroyed threats before they became problems. But then he looked at Gabriella. His little sister was laughing and actually laughing—something she rarely did around strangers. Avaline was helping her fix a paper crown that had fallen apart. A simple moment. A normal moment. And somehow, that made him more suspici

Eliam had spent ten years searching for answers. He had searched through police reports, old newspapers, security footage, financial records, and every piece of evidence connected to the night his mother died. But never once had he found a mention of another woman. A woman who was crying. A woman who said sorry. Now, that memory lived inside his four-year-old sister, and he had no idea what to do with it. “Gabriella,” he said carefully. “Can you remember her?” The little girl nodded. “A little.” “What did she look like?” Gabriella closed her eyes, trying to pull something out of a memory that was too big for her. “She had brown hair.” Eliam waited. “She was sad.” “What else?” “She kept saying—” Gabriella stopped. “What?” The little girl looked frightened. “She said she didn’t want to hurt Mommy.” The room became silent. Eleanor slowly stood, and Luca watched her carefully, because that reaction told him something. Eleanor knew more than she was saying. “Grandmother,” E

Avaline Hart had always believed guilt was something you carried quietly. Not something that waited behind every heartbeat. She stood outside Blackwood International’s towering headquarters, her fingers tightening around the strap of her leather handbag as dozens of employees hurried past. The glass building reflected the gray New York sky, making it look cold and untouchable. Much like the man waiting inside. Her phone vibrated. She didn’t need to check the screen. There was only one person who called from blocked numbers. She answered anyway. “You’ve kept me waiting.” Dante Moretti’s voice was calm, almost pleasant. That frightened her more than anger ever could. “I came as soon as I received your message.” “I heard your meeting with Eliam Blackwood went well.” Avaline swallowed. “It wasn’t a meeting.” “No?” A soft chuckle echoed through the speaker. “His little sister seems to like you.” The words made her blood run cold. He was watching. He always was. “What do you wa