All Chapters of Killed by My Wife, Reborn as Her Nightmare : Chapter 131
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HE LIED!!!!!
CHAPTER 131The drive home felt endless.Isabella sat pressed against the car door, her forehead resting against the cool glass of the window, watching the city streets blur past through her tears.Jean-Baptiste sat beside her, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, his shoulders hunched under the weight of secrets finally revealed.Neither spoke.The silence was suffocating, heavy with unspoken words, with revelations that had shattered Isabella's entire understanding of her world.When the car finally pulled up to the Moreau estate, the home Isabella had grown up in, the place that should have felt safe and familiar, it looked foreign now.Like a stranger's house. Like somewhere she didn't belong.The driver opened the door, and Isabella climbed out without waiting for assistance.She walked toward the entrance on unsteady legs, her mind still reeling.I am your father.Jean-Baptiste is my right-hand man. Those words from her father replayed in her mind Jean-Baptiste followed a few
A NIGHT BUILT ENTIRELY ON A LIE
CHAPTER 132:Isabella felt like the world was tilting beneath her. "Stop. Just stop. You're lying. You have to be lying because if you're not...""Then everything you thought you knew about reality is wrong," Jean-Baptiste finished. "I know. I went through the same thing when Lucian first revealed the truth to me. It's overwhelming. Terrifying. It makes you question your sanity."He finally reached out and took her hand, squeezing gently. "But Isabella, please. Give your father a chance to explain everything. To show you the truth. To help you understand this world you've been protected from your entire life."Isabella yanked her hand away. "I don't know that man. Lucian Ashford is a stranger to me. You're my father. You've always been my father.""And I always will be," Jean-Baptiste said. "But Isabella, he's your father too. By blood, by biology, by the fact that he's loved you from the moment you were born, from a distance, yes, but loved you nonetheless.""Then why didn't he ever
COMPLETE ERADICATION OF THE SUPERNATURAL WORLD
CHAPTER 133Jean-Baptiste stood outside Isabella's bedroom door, his hand raised to knock.He could hear her crying inside, soft, broken sobs that made his chest ache with guilt and helplessness.This is my fault, he thought. I should have told her years ago. Should have prepared her. Should have...But regret was useless now.All that mattered was convincing Isabella to go back. To meet with Lucian. To save Jean-Baptiste's life and, perhaps more importantly, to understand the truth about who she really was.He knocked gently. "Honey? Please hear me out."The crying stopped abruptly, replaced by tense silence.Jean-Baptiste pressed his palm against the door, as if he could reach through the wood and comfort his daughter through sheer force of will."Please," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Consider it. Consider going back. It's better that you accept the truth and know it...truly know it...than hide from it. Than live in ignorance."More silence.Jean-Baptiste took a shudderin
YOU HUNT VAMPIRES!?😱
Chapter 134Isabella felt the world tilt beneath her feet."You... you hunt vampires?" she asked slowly."I don't just hunt them," Lucian corrected. "I've dedicated my entire adult life to destroying them. To wiping their existence from this world. To protecting humanity from creatures that view humans as nothing more than food and entertainment."He stood again, walking to a bookshelf and pulling down a leather-bound journal. "I've personally killed over three hundred vampires in my lifetime. My organization...the Cazadores, has eliminated thousands more."Isabella's mind was reeling. "But you said... Jean-Baptiste said you were...""A vampire?" Lucian's laugh was bitter. "No, Isabella. I'm entirely human. As human as you are."He set the journal on the desk, flipping it open to reveal pages filled with names, dates, locations. Kill records."I'm a hunter," Lucian said simply. "The world's most effective vampire hunter, if the rumors are to be believed."Isabella looked at Jean-Bapti
WHO IS REALLY ISABELLA
CHAPTER 135The black armored SUV pulled up to the Valerio estate just as dusk was settling over Ottawa, painting the sky in shades of deep purple and gold.The engine cut off, and for a moment, everyone inside the vehicle just sat there, exhausted, overwhelmed, processing the events of the past twenty-four hours.Then Rafael opened his door. "Let's go inside. We all need rest. And food. And probably several stiff drinks."One by one, they climbed out.Adrian emerged last, moving slowly, his body language screaming exhaustion. His suit was rumpled from the long day, his white hair disheveled, and there were dark circles under his eyes that spoke of too little sleep and too much stress.Miguel and Kael headed immediately toward the security wing to coordinate with the teams monitoring the estate's perimeter, the threat of the Cazadores de la Noche still looming over them like a sword hanging by a thread.But Adrian, Rafael, and Fabian walked together toward the main entrance, their foo
WHO TRUELY IS ISABELLA MOREAU ?
Chapter 136Adrian was quiet, realizing with uncomfortable clarity that he knew almost nothing."She's a model," Adrian said weakly. "She does photoshoots for fashion brands. Her father is Jean-Baptiste Moreau, a successful businessman who..."He stopped, remembering Jean-Baptiste's reaction at the factory. The terror in the man's eyes when he'd seen Adrian's Primal form."Who knows about the supernatural world," Rafael finished. "We've established that. Jean-Baptiste clearly has knowledge of vampires, of supernatural politics, of power structures that normal humans shouldn't know about.""Which raises the question," Fabian said, "of how he knows. And why. And what connection his family—Isabella's family—has to the supernatural community."Adrian stood abruptly, beginning to pace. "So what, you think Isabella has been lying to me? Hiding something?""Not necessarily lying," Fabian said carefully. "She might not even know herself. If her supernatural heritage has been hidden or suppres
A PREDATOR WEARING A MASK
CHAPTER 137:Adrian sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands.They were steady. Completely steady.No trembling. No petrification creeping across his skin. No gray stone spreading from his fingertips like it had been doing for weeks.Just... normal hands.Human hands.Except I'm not human, Adrian thought bitterly. I'm a monster pretending to be human. A predator wearing a mask.The discussion about Isabella had left him feeling profoundly unsettled, like the ground beneath his feet had turned to quicksand.He didn't know what to believe anymore.Was Isabella truly what she seemed, a kind, compassionate woman who had helped him out of genuine concern? Or was she oblivious to who and what she really was, unknowingly carrying supernatural markers in her blood that made her compatible with a Primal Vampire?If she was oblivious, that was understandable. Forgivable, even.But if she knew what she was, if she'd been pretending this whole time, playing some role for reasons Adrian c
I GUESS I'M ABOUT TO FIND OUT
CHAPTER 138Adrian sat in the driver's seat of a sleek black SUV, parked across the street from one of Ottawa's most prestigious hotels, Le Château Laurier.The building was magnificent, a limestone masterpiece of Gothic Revival architecture that had stood as a symbol of luxury and exclusivity since 1912.It towered over the surrounding area, all turrets and copper roofs, looking more like a French castle than a hotel.This was where the elite came to stay. Where prime ministers conducted private meetings.Where international business deals worth billions were negotiated over champagne and caviar.And it was where Adrian had scheduled to meet Isabella.He'd sent her a message that morning, brief, carefully worded, trying to sound casual despite the weight of what he was planning to do."Can we talk? I know yesterday was... complicated. But I'd like to explain. Le Château Laurier, 2 PM? The private lounge on the fifth floor."She'd responded after an hour that felt like an eternity: "F
NO WHERE WAS SAFE ANYMORE
CHAPTER 139They settled into the private seating area, and a server appeared almost immediately, a young woman with impeccable posture who took their drink orders without a trace of the judgment Adrian had encountered downstairs."Whiskey, neat," Adrian said. "Whatever your best single malt is.""The same," Isabella added. "And please, we'd like privacy. No interruptions unless we call for you.""Of course, Miss Moreau," the server said with a respectful bow, then disappeared.Silence settled over them, awkward, heavy with unspoken words.Adrian studied Isabella's face, noting the slight shadows under her eyes that suggested she hadn't slept well. The way her hands fidgeted with the edge of her jacket. The careful way she was sitting, not quite relaxed, as if movement caused discomfort."Are you still in pain?" Adrian asked quietly, the question escaping before he could stop it.Isabella's eyes widened slightly. "What?""Down there," Adrian said, feeling his face heat despite the ma
FIGHTING HIS OWN DESIRES
CHAPTER 140Isabella's hand gripped Adrian's arm tightly as they ran, her breathing ragged, her eyes still wide with shock.Behind them, Le Château Laurier continued to burn, flames reaching toward the sky, smoke billowing in thick black clouds that could probably be seen from across the city.Emergency vehicles were converging on the scene, fire trucks, ambulances, police cars, their sirens creating a cacophony that made Adrian's sensitive hearing ache."Your car," Isabella gasped as they reached the SUV. "Where did you park?""Across the street," Adrian said, already moving in that direction.They reached the vehicle, and Adrian practically threw open the passenger door, ushering Isabella inside before running around to the driver's side.He slid behind the wheel, his hands shaking slightly from adrenaline as he started the engine."Wait," Isabella said, her hand on his arm stopping him from putting the car in drive. "We can't go back to your estate."Adrian frowned beneath his mask