All Chapters of Killed by My Wife, Reborn as Her Nightmare : Chapter 61
- Chapter 70
132 chapters
HER FATAL MISTAKE I
CHAPTER 61:Adrian stood in front of his wardrobe, scanning through the rows of expensive suits and designer clothes.Then he reached for something different.Blue joggers. A simple white t-shirt. A palm-colored bomber jacket.Nothing too fancy. Nothing that screamed wealth.He didn't even put on a watch.But he did reach for a mask, sleek black fabric with the Valerio crest embroidered in gold on the right side. And his glasses, thin gold frames that sat lightly on his nose.The mask had a small, discrete oxygen filter built into it, barely noticeable, but essential. His condition had gotten better over the past weeks, but sometimes his breathing still seized without warning. He needed the extra support.Adrian adjusted the mask, making sure it sat comfortably, then walked out of his room.The servants in the hallway bowed immediately as he passed, their heads lowering in synchronized respect.Adrian acknowledged them with a slight nod but kept walking.He found Rafael in the sitting
HER FATAL MISTAKE II
CHAPTER 62:The waitress barely suppressed a sigh. Her eyes flicked over him again, this time with open judgment."We have three tiers," she said, her tone now bordering on condescending.She tapped her tablet. "The first tier costs $230,000 for a membership. It allows you to dine in the restaurant, but you'll be restricted from certain premium dishes."Adrian nodded. "And the second?""The second tier is $500,000. It's our VIP membership. You can order anything from our standard menu and dine here, but you cannot request custom-made dishes from our top chefs using our signature ingredients.""And the last?" Adrian asked.The waitress actually scoffed. "I'm not sure you can pay for the least, and you're asking about the last?"Adrian's ice-blue eyes locked onto hers through his glasses. His voice didn't change, still calm, still measured."What's the last tier?"The waitress rolled her eyes. "It's a $1.5 million tier. You get all the benefits of the other tiers, plus your own private
LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER
CHAPTER 63:The sharp click of heels against polished wood echoed through the restaurant, cutting through the tension like a knife.Everyone in the dining area turned.Two women walked in, both dripping in wealth and confidence.The first was a stunning woman in her mid-twenties, wearing a cream-colored Chanel dress that probably cost more than most people's monthly salary.Her dark hair was styled in perfect waves, and diamonds glittered at her ears and throat. She carried herself with the kind of entitlement that came from a lifetime of privilege.Beside her walked another woman, slightly younger, dressed in a burgundy silk blouse and tailored black pants. Her designer handbag swung casually from her shoulder, and her makeup was flawless.The waitress's entire demeanor changed instantly.She straightened, her dismissive expression melting into something warm and obsequious. She abandoned Adrian mid-conversation and rushed toward the two women with a bright, welcoming smile."Miss Sa
SET IT ABLAZE
CHAPTER 64:The silence in the restaurant was suffocating.Every eye was fixed on Mr. Salazar, who stood trembling before Adrian, his face pale and sweating.Then Catalina laughed.It was a harsh, disbelieving sound that shattered the quiet."What?" she said, her hand still pressed to her burning cheek. "Daddy, what are you talking about?"She gestured wildly at Adrian. "This, this nobody in joggers and a mask? You expect me to believe he's...""Be silent!" Mr. Salazar hissed, his voice sharp with panic.But Catalina wasn't listening. Her shock was rapidly transforming into indignation."No!" she snapped. "You just slapped me in front of all these people because of him?!" She pointed at Adrian accusingly. "He's probably some con artist! Some fraud pretending to be...""Catalina, stop talking," Mr. Salazar pleaded, his voice cracking.Sofia stepped forward as well, her expression twisted with contempt. "Mr. Salazar, with all due respect, I think you're mistaken," she said coldly. "The
THE VALERIO'S ARE COMING
CHAPTER 65:Adrian sat in the sprawling living room of the Valerio estate, one leg crossed over the other, a crystal glass of blood in his hand.The television mounted on the wall was tuned to the evening news, and the anchor's voice filled the room with professional urgency."Breaking news tonight: a massive fire has destroyed the Golden Lotus Pavilion, one of Mexico City's most prestigious restaurants. Witnesses report seeing armed men surrounding the building moments before the blaze began. Authorities are investigating whether the fire was deliberately set. Sources close to the investigation suggest the Valerio family may be involved..."Adrian took a slow sip from his glass, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the screen.Footage showed the restaurant engulfed in flames, fire trucks surrounding the building, water pouring uselessly against the inferno. Smoke billowed into the night sky like a dark omen.Adrian's expression remained calm, but a faint frown creased his brow.The incident ha
READY TO WAR
CHAPTER 66:Rafael emerged from his room dressed in a completely different outfit than before, a sharp black suit, perfectly tailored, with a dark tie and polished shoes.He looked like he was preparing for war disguised as a business meeting.Adrian remained in the living room, one leg still crossed over the other, his ice blue eyes fixed on the television screen. The news had moved on to other stories, but the footage of the burning restaurant still played in his mind.Rafael took a deep breath, steeling himself.He'd rehearsed this conversation a dozen times in his head. How to break the news to Adrian. How to convince him that going to Canada was necessary. How to explain without making it sound like he'd been keeping secrets.But before Rafael could open his mouth, Adrian spoke."When will the airplane be ready?"His voice was calm. Soft. But there was an edge to it, cold and knowing.Rafael froze mid-step, his eyes widening slightly."Airplane?" Rafael said carefully. "What do y
HOW DARE YOU!
CHAPTER 67:The door to Camila's office burst open without warning.No knock. No announcement.Just the sharp bang of wood against the wall as her young assistant rushed in, his face flushed, his breathing rapid.Camila looked up slowly from the documents spread across her desk, her dark eyes turning cold, ice cold, the kind of cold that made people regret their decisions."You better have a good enough reason to barge into my office like that," she said, her voice quiet but edged with lethal warning.The assistant swallowed hard, but the urgency in his expression didn't fade. "I found the source of that message from earlier."Camila's entire demeanor shifted.Her eyes sharpened. Her posture straightened. The coldness in her gaze intensified into something predatory."Go on," she said slowly.The assistant stepped forward, pulling out his tablet and turning it to face her. "It's... funny, actually. Because it came from a very prominent person in Mexico City."Camila's fingers drummed
LET'S SEE WHAT THEY'RE MADE UP OF
CHAPTER 68:He was in his late fifties, with gray hair neatly combed back, wearing a simple but elegant suit. His posture was upright, dignified, and his eyes, sharp and intelligent, carried the weight of years of service.He approached quickly but with measured steps, stopping a respectful distance away and bowing deeply."Welcome, young master," he said, his voice carrying a distinct Filipino accent. "I am honored to be meeting you for the first time."He straightened, his eyes meeting Adrian's with quiet respect."My name is Fabian Delatore."Adrian extended his hand, his expression neutral but not cold. "Adrian Valerio."Fabian shook his hand firmly, his grip strong despite his age. "Your father spoke of you often, young master. It is a privilege to finally serve you."Rafael stepped forward. "Fabian was your father's right-hand man. His Sire."Adrian's brow furrowed slightly. "Sire? What does that mean?"Fabian smiled faintly. "Follow me, young master. Don Rafael. Let us talk ins
WE WOULD HELP YOU TAKE DOWN ADRIAN VALERIO
CHAPTER 69:Camila sat in her study, sipping a cup of coffee and reviewing contracts on her tablet.The night was quiet, the city lights of Ottawa glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her.Then a knock came at the door.Not the usual polite tap. This was urgent. Impatient.Camila frowned, setting down her coffee. "Come in."Her assistant burst through the door, his face flushed, his breathing uneven."We have a problem, ma'am."Camila raised an eyebrow, her expression cooling immediately. "Go on."The assistant swallowed hard. "I couldn't find Elena Valencia."Camila's expression turned darker, her eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. "Then look for her better.""There would be no need for that," the assistant said quickly. "Because they found us instead."Camila's hand paused mid-reach for her coffee cup. "They?""Yes, ma'am. They. She wasn't alone, as I suspected. She's with Damien Cortez and his father, and they're presently at the villa requesting an audience with
I HATE MEN WITH EGO!
CHAPTER 70:Five black Mercedes buses stopped in front of a massive villa on the outskirts of Ottawa.The property was sprawling, high walls, electronic gates, security cameras visible at every corner. The kind of place that screamed stay away.The first bus door opened.Adrian stepped out, followed by Rafael, Miguel, and Fabian.The other four buses opened in synchronized precision, and men poured out, twenty per bus. One hundred men in total, all dressed in black tactical gear, all armed, all moving with military efficiency.They fanned out around the buses, their eyes scanning the perimeter, their hands resting on their weapons.Adrian stood at the front, his ice blue eyes fixed on the villa's gate.Miguel walked ahead, reaching for the gate to pull it open.The moment his hand touched the metal....BOOM.An invisible force launched Miguel backward like he'd been hit by a truck. He flew through the air, his body twisting unnaturally, and crashed onto the pavement at the far end of