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Chapter 22: Room 4

مؤلف: Lina Franklin
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-06 14:28:07

“I am not opening it,” Isabella said softly to herself in the dark of her room, the words coming out like a promise she was not sure she believed, her fingers curled tight around the edge of her bag where the key now lived like a secret with weight.

She placed the bag on the chair instead of the bedside table, zipped it slowly, then unzipped it again just to check that the key was still there, still real, still cold against her fingertips before she forced herself to stop and pushed the bag far
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  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 41 - My mother

    The phone buzzed in Isabella’s hand. The noise cutting through the quiet of Victor’s study. His back was to her. Shoulders broad and still as he stared out the window, lost in thought. She answered before the second ring.“Mama?” Her voice sounded strained. Fear prickled at the back of her neck.“Isabella.” Her mother’s voice was tight. Thin. Like a wire pulled too tight. Not her usual calm tone. This was fear. The kind Isabella hadn’t heard in years. Not since the funeral.“What’s wrong?” Isabella pressed. Her heart started pounding.“A man came today,” her mother whispered, rushing the words. “To the facility. He said he was from the insurance company. For your employer.”Isabella’s blood ran cold. “What did he want? Did you tell him anything?” Her eyes went to Victor. But he hadn’t moved. He couldn’t hear her from here.“No, no, nothing real. He had papers, Isabella. Looked official. Asked small questions. About your work. Your… marriage.” Her mother paused on the last word. “

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 40- Marcello and Seth

    Victor admitted it to himself first. The thought was bitter. “It’s possible, isn’t it? The message… it could be from the same person. The one who set up Rome.”Isabella moved to the window. Her back was to him. City lights reflected in the glass. She was thinking. He could almost hear it. She was going over everything she learned since coming back. She was more like Felix than she knew. A planner. A fighter.“How many knew your exact moves that night?” Her voice was low. Careful.Victor paused. He counted in his head. The inner circle. The ones who handled the most secret info. “Four. Me included. My security chief, Vincenzo. My consigliere, Marcello. And Seth.”“Four.” She turned. Her eyes narrowed. “Three others.”“Three others,” he confirmed.“And how many of those three are still… active?” She hesitated on the last word.“Two,” Victor said. The old suspicion weighed on him. “Vincenzo is gone. Died a few years back. Natural causes.”“Leaving Marcello and Seth,” she said, her ga

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 39 - Don't trust the man keeping you safe

    Isabella felt her phone buzz as she walked away from Victor’s office. His anger still felt close, like heat on her skin. Another unknown message. Her stomach turned. She thought it might be from Cora. Another threat. Another taunt. But when she read it, cold fear ran through her. Worse than anything Cora had sent._Don’t trust the man keeping you safe._ _The same hands that held your father while he died… are the hands now holding you close._Isabella’s breath caught. This wasn’t Cora. This was different. Her blood went cold, then hot. Every part of her wanted to delete it. To pretend she never saw it. But the words were already stuck in her head. She was done being kept in the dark. Done being used.Without thinking, she turned around. The door to his study was still open. Victor sat at his desk again, staring at papers. A half-empty glass sat under the lamp. He looked up, surprised, when she pushed the door open wider.“Isabella?” His voice was calm, but his jaw looked

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 38: The Photograph

    The words were stuck in Victor’s throat, thick and heavy like old oil. He hated this. He hated the way his stomach twisted, a familiar cold knot forming low in his gut. Protecting Isabella felt like a constant battle against forces he couldn’t always see, and now, calming her was no longer part of that equation. Keeping her calm was the opposite of what he had to do. This was going to break that fragile peace they’d somehow cultivated. But she needed to know. She deserved to know.Victor pulled out his phone, the screen felt hot in his hand, and turned it around without a word. The image filled the small space between them, stark and intrusive. Isabella, standing by the sandwich cart, her dark hair catching the light, a small, unconscious smile on her lips. A moment of normal, weaponized.Her eyes, usually so expressive, widened just a fraction. It was fleeting, a ripple across a perfectly still pond. Then, the stillness settled in, cold and sharp, like winter ice. Victor recognized i

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 37: The Photograph

    The words were stuck in Victor’s throat, thick and heavy like old oil. He hated this. He hated the way his stomach twisted, a familiar cold knot forming low in his gut. Protecting Isabella felt like a constant battle against forces he couldn’t always see, and now, calming her was no longer part of that equation. Keeping her calm was the opposite of what he had to do. This was going to break that fragile peace they’d somehow cultivated. But she needed to know. She deserved to know.Victor pulled out his phone, the screen felt hot in his hand, and turned it around without a word. The image filled the small space between them, stark and intrusive. Isabella, standing by the sandwich cart, her dark hair catching the light, a small, unconscious smile on her lips. A moment of normal, weaponized.Her eyes, usually so expressive, widened just a fraction. It was fleeting, a ripple across a perfectly still pond. Then, the stillness settled in, cold and sharp, like winter ice. Victor recognized i

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 36: Decisions

    The dead line hummed in Victor’s ear, a stark reminder of Cora’s words. Thirty seconds. He held the phone to his ear, listening to nothing, absorbing the silence that now filled the space where her frantic voice had been. Kevin was coming. Kevin knew about the necklace. He had killed someone for it. Victor lowered the receiver slowly, the plastic cool against his palm.“Seth!” he bellowed, his voice rougher than he intended.A moment later, crisp knocks sounded on his door, and then Seth entered, closing it softly behind him. He looked at Victor, a question in his eyes. Seth was good at picking up on shifts in Victor’s mood, always had been. Today, the shift was a seismic event.“Cora called,” Victor began, the words tumbling out, almost tripping over each other. He told him everything. Her terror, the hurried warning, the name: Kevin Moretti. He described the necklace, the specific way she’d spoken about it, connecting it unequivocally to Felix. And then, the chilling detail—the woma

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 31: The Tape

    “Read it again,” Victor said, his voice low and rough as he stared at Isabella’s phone like it might change if he looked away for even a second.Isabella did not argue with him and did not tease him for asking because she could see something in his face that scared her more than the message itself,

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 34: Kevin's Words

    The sticky note felt thin, almost transparent, in Victor’s hand. Isabella’s neat handwriting, a stark contrast to Kevin’s blunt messages, pulled him in. He read the words once, then again. “He said you were a good employer. He also told me to take care of myself.”To most, they were polite pleasan

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 32: What she decides

    “Isabella stared at the necklace in Victor’s outstretched hand, the silver chain glinting under the dim light of the vault. Thirteen years. Thirteen years, every single morning, she’d clasped it at her throat without a second thought. It was the last thing her father ever gave her. She wasn’t going

  • TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER   Chapter 29: The Space Between Isabella and Victor

    “Why does Kevin matter to you this much when you barely say his name without your jaw locking like that,” Isabella said, her voice already tired.Victor did not answer immediately.“I asked you a question,” Isabella said again, softer this time, “and I am done pretending I do not notice when your e

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