All Chapters of Killed by My Wife, Reborn as Her Nightmare : Chapter 81
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THE FINAL BID I
CHAPTER 81The limousine screeched to a halt in front of the Golden Heights Auction House, a massive, imposing building with sleek glass walls and towering marble columns.The place was swarming with reporters, cameras, and security personnel.Adrian's Imago stepped out of the limousine first.Immediately, the reporters surged forward, shouting questions over each other."Mr. Valerio! You're late! Do you have a statement?""Are you confident about tonight's bid?""What's your strategy against Camila Reyes?""Is it true you're working with Kael Ashford?"The Imago's ice-blue eyes swept over the crowd.Then, slowly, deliberately, they began to glow.Just faintly. Just enough.His pupils expanded slightly, the blue seeming to pulse with an inner light."Excuse me," the Imago said softly, his voice carrying despite the noise.And just like thatThe reporters stepped aside.Their expressions went blank for just a moment, eyes unfocusing, mouths closing mid-shout, then they moved out of the
CAMILA VS VALERIO
CHAPTER 82The boardroom had filled significantly since the Valerio group's arrival.What had started as an intimate gathering of key players had transformed into something resembling a grand spectacle.Along the walls, in plush seating areas specifically designed for observers, sat some of the wealthiest and most influential people in North America.Tech billionaires. Oil magnates. Fashion moguls. Media personalities.All dressed in designer suits and couture gowns, their jewelry catching the light as they whispered among themselves.This wasn't just a business deal.It was entertainment for the elite.A gladiatorial match where billions of dollars and political power were the stakes.Adrian's Imago noted each face with clinical precision, his enhanced senses picking up every whispered conversation, every subtle shift in body language.They were hungry.Hungry for drama. For conflict. For someone to fall.The President's assistant, a severe-looking woman in her fifties with steel-gra
HE IS A MURDERER
CHAPTER 83:The tension in the boardroom was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.Adrian's Imago stood at the front of the room, his presentation still displayed on the massive screen behind him.His proposal had been thorough, detailed, and devastatingly well-prepared. The architectural renderings were stunning, the financial projections were conservative but ambitious, and the timeline was aggressive yet achievable.For a moment, it seemed like Diamond Consolidated had the upper hand.Then Camila stood.Slowly. Deliberately.Her dark eyes locked onto the Imago with laser focus, and a cold smile played at her lips."Mr. Valerio," she said, her voice smooth as silk but edged with steel. "Your presentation is impressive. Truly. Your partnerships are solid, your timeline is realistic, and your budget is competitive."She paused, letting the compliment hang in the air."But there's something we need to address before this process can continue."The Imago's expression didn't change
HOUSE ARREST
CHAPTER 84:Burst wasn't even the right word.The door slammed open with such force that it hit the wall with a deafening BANG that made everyone in the room jump.Every head turned.Standing in the doorwayWas Isabella Moreau.She looked radiant despite everything. Her dark hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders. She wore an elegant navy blue dress, simple but expensive.Her left hand was bandaged carefully, the index finger that had been broken still healing.And beside her...Her father.Jean-Baptiste Moreau. Owner of the Moreau banking empire. One of the wealthiest men in North America.His expression was thunderous.The room had gone completely silent.Isabella's eyes swept across the space, taking in Elena's tears, Oliver's fury, Catalina's victimhood.Then her gaze landed on the Imago.And she smiled.It was a small, sad smile. But genuine."I'm sorry I'm late," Isabella said, her voice clear and carrying. "I had to take the next available flight to be here."She walked
WE PREPARE FOR WAR
CHAPTER 85:"House arrest ensures Mr. Valerio remains available for questioning," the President said firmly. "It is a standard precaution given the severity of the allegations.""Even if Ms. Moreau's testimony casts doubt on the circumstances," the President continued, looking at Isabella with respect, "it does not change the fact that multiple people died. That a building was burned. These matters require thorough investigation."Jean-Baptiste Moreau stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention.The President's expression shifted slightly, recognition, respect, and perhaps a touch of wariness.Because Jean-Baptiste Moreau wasn't just wealthy.He was powerful.His banking empire financed governments. His influence stretched across continents. His family had been shaping North American politics and economics for over a century."Mr. President," Jean-Baptiste said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. "I understand your position. However, I must respectfully
THE BOMB
CHAPTER 86:The Imago stepped out of the boardroom, his posture straight, his expression composed.The hallway beyond was chaos.Reporters, dozens of them, had been waiting outside the closed doors, their cameras and microphones ready. The moment the Imago emerged, they swarmed like piranhas sensing blood in the water."Mr. Valerio! Mr. Valerio!""Can you comment on the allegations?""Did you kill Diego Navarro?""What about the restaurant fire?""Is it true you're working with Kael Ashford?"The Imago stopped walking.He didn't raise his hand for silence. Didn't shout over the noise.He simply stood there, utterly still, his ice-blue eyes sweeping across the crowd.And one by one, the reporters fell silent.There was something about his presence, something cold and commanding, that demanded attention."I will answer your questions," the Imago said, his voice calm and clear. "But you will ask them one at a time. Respectfully."The reporters exchanged glances, then a woman in the fron
HE WOULD BURN THE WORLD DOWN
CHAPTER 87The limousine erupted into a massive fireball, the force of the explosion lifting the entire vehicle off the ground before it crashed back down, engulfed in flames.BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.One by one, the twenty support vehicles detonated, synchronized, devastating, turning the entire driveway into an inferno.The shockwave threw people backward.Reporters screamed.Security personnel shouted into radios.Civilians who had been watching from the street ran in every direction, panic spreading like wildfire.The heat was intense, unbearable, forcing everyone back.Smoke billowed into the sky, thick and black, blotting out the lights of the building.Miguel had been thrown to the ground by the first explosion. His ears were ringing, his vision blurred.He pushed himself up on shaking arms, coughing violently. "Adrian!" he shouted, his voice hoarse. "Adrian!"He staggered to his feet, searching frantically through the smoke and chaos.Where was he? WhereThen Miguel saw him.The Imag
I KNEW YOUR PARENTS
CHAPTER 88:Adrian's eyes snapped open.Darkness surrounded him, thick, suffocating, broken only by thin slivers of light filtering through gaps in metal.His head throbbed. His neck ached where it had been twisted, though the damage had already healed. Vampire physiology had its advantages.The Imago's first coherent thought was, "I'm in a trunk, and it's moving fast"The vehicle rumbled and bounced over uneven terrain, the suspension creaking with each pothole. The smell of gasoline and rubber filled his nostrils, along with something else, blood. Old blood, dried and crusted into the trunk's lining.How many people have they transported like this?The Imago's expression hardened. He wasn't Adrian, the kind, hesitant Adrian who would have panicked in this situation, who would have questioned himself, doubted his next move.No.The Imago was cold. Logical. Ruthless.And right now, he was furious.He shifted, testing the space around him. The trunk was cramped, barely large enough fo
THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
CHAPTER 89:The Imago went completely still.The man tilted his head, his visible mouth curving into a cruel smile. "I watched them die, you see. Your mother especially. Beautiful woman. Strong. Fought like a lioness protecting her cubs."The Imago's hands clenched into fists."But in the end," the man continued, his tone almost conversational, "she was just flesh and bone. And flesh tears. And bone breaks."He took a step closer. "I ripped the heart out of her chest. With my bare hands. Felt it still beating as I crushed it."The Imago's breathing had stopped. His entire body was vibrating with barely contained rage."Your father," the man said, "he begged. Can you imagine? The great Casa Valerio, on his knees, begging for his wife's life. For his children's lives."The man's smile widened. "I made him watch. Made him watch everything before I killed him too."The Imago's voice was barely above a whisper. "You're lying.""Am I?" The man pulled something from his pocket, a small penda
BURN YOUR COUNTRY DOWN FOR MY NEPHEW
CHAPTER 90:The Valerio estate in Ottawa had been transformed into a war room.Every light in the mansion was blazing. Security personnel moved through the halls with military precision. The main study, normally a quiet sanctuary of leather-bound books and expensive scotch, had become command central.Rafael stood at the head of a massive oak table, his hands braced against the polished surface, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He'd been awake for over eighteen hours, running on nothing but fury and black coffee.Around the table sat the people he trusted most.Kael Ashford, his expression grim, sat with his eyes closed, occasionally muttering under his breath in what sounded like a strange language. Every so often, he would jot something down on paper, coordinates, timestamps, symbols that made no sense.Isabella Moreau sat to Rafael's right, her bandaged hand resting on the table, her face pale but determined. She'd refused to leave, refused to rest, despite her father's prote