All Chapters of Marry Mafia King or My Fifth Fiancés Dies: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The double red lines burned into my retinas like a fresh scar, sharp and unmistakable against the sterile white plastic.“Emery, I’m giving you three seconds before I break this door down.” Maximilian’s heavy palm struck the solid wood, his voice sharp enough to slice through the sound of the running water.My heart slammed violently against my ribs. In a split second of pure, unadulterated panic, I grabbed the test strip, wrapped it in a wad of tissue, and shoved it deep into the bottom of my handbag beneath a compact mirror and a pack of mints.I turned off the faucet, unlocked the deadbolt, and pulled the door open before he could take an axe to the frame.“What is wrong with you?” Maximilian stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, dark eyes scanning me from head to toe with rapid, ruthless precision. “Why was the door locked?”“I was feeling nauseous, Maximilian. I wanted five minutes of privacy,” I said, my voice dangerously steady despite the hurricane tearing through my chest.

“Listen,” Dr. Aris murmured, her fingers adjusting the ultrasound dial as the monitor flickered back to life. “Just listen, Emery.”The heavy click of the machine echoed through the quiet clinic room, followed immediately by a sharp static hiss. Then, out of the white noise, a sound emerged.Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.It was impossibly fast, like the rapid fluttering of a hummingbird’s wings or a tiny wooden drum beating at a frantic, desperate pace.“That’s the first one,” Dr. Aris said, her voice dropping into a soft, reverent whisper. She shifted the transducer slightly across my skin, a fraction of an inch to the left. “And here ....”The audio channel crackled again before splitting into two distinct, overlapping rhythms.Thump-thump, thump-thump... thump-thump, thump-thump.Two frantic, rushing beats, distinct yet synchronized in the tiny space of my womb, echoing through the speakers like a furious, beautiful storm.A sharp gasp hitched in my throat, and before I co

“Because they aren’t just your children, Maximilian—they’re my body!”My voice shattered against the cold plaster, echoing into the suffocating quiet of the master bedroom. I pushed against his chest, my hands trembling as they met the solid, unyielding heat of his suit. He didn’t budge an inch, standing like an iron pillar, but his eyes—dark, storm-tossed, and raw—flinched as if I had struck him with a blade.“I went alone because I needed one second to process this without your overwhelming presence suffocating me,” I gasped, hot tears spilling over my lashes. “I went alone because I was terrified, Maximilian. I sat on that cold examination table, staring at those tiny shapes, and I ... I almost asked her to end it.”The air left the room in a sharp, collective gasp.Maximilian’s entire body went rigid. The color drained from his sharp jawline, leaving him looking paler than I had ever seen him. The broad shoulders that carried the weight of an entire criminal empire slumped by a fr

The glowing screen illuminated the darkness of the room, nine words pulsing like a venomous promise against the dark glass.If you want to know what actually happened to Owen, come alone.My thumb hovered over the glass, trembling so violently that the blue light cast erratic shadows across the wall.Owen. The name I hadn’t allowed myself to dwell on since that grueling, tear-filled night weeks ago when Maximilian finally admitted the truth—that Owen’s disappearance, the bound-and-gagged video, and that devastating goodbye text had all been a staged operation to protect his sister from The Director’s network.Maximilian had offered to let me see him back then, but the chaotic spiral of our shifting feelings, the pregnancy, and the walls closing in around this estate had pushed that promise into the dark.Owen was supposed to be safe, living under a wiped identity in absolute isolation, completely cut off from this blood-soaked world.“Emery? Is everything alright?”Maximilian’s voice

“He let you hate him because it was the only armor thick enough to keep you alive.”Owen’s parting words echoed through the silent corridor of the estate, louder than the heavy thud of my boots against the marble floor.The security monitors in Lucas’ room went black, but the truth remained scorched into my mind. I didn’t knock when I reached the heavy double doors of the master study. I pushed them open with enough force to send them rattling against the wood paneling.Maximilian stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a crystal glass of untouched amber liquor resting in his hand. He didn’t turn around right away, but the sudden, rigid line of his shoulders told me he already knew.“You talked to Owen,” he said, his voice low, steady, and entirely devoid of surprise.“He told me everything, Maximilian,” I said, my chest heaving as I crossed the room, stopping just short of the heavy mahogany desk. “He told me how you engineered every single detail. How you deliberately played the vill