All Chapters of illegal Wife by Accident: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dawn painted the sky in shades of orange as the SUV glided down the empty road. The adrenaline from the earlier ambush still pulsed in the air, mingling with the constant hum of tires devouring asphalt. No one spoke. There was an unspoken understanding among them—this was far from over.Seated between Max and Maddox, Amalia felt the warmth radiating from both men, but it was Maddox’s proximity that kept her anchored to reality. He sat there, jaw clenched, gray eyes fixed on the horizon. Imposing. Elegant, even amid the chaos. An unbreakable force.“They did a damn professional job,” Dax growled from the front seat, breaking the silence. “They knew where we’d be. Knew which way we’d exit. This wasn’t improvised.”“We’re being hunted,” Max said gravely. “The question is: by who?”Ivan yanked the wheel, veering them onto a less-traveled road.“Khalid isn’t the only player on this board,” he muttered. “Someone else is moving the pieces.”Maddox nodded. “And that note was the proof.”The m

The peace didn’t last twenty-four hours.We were in a safe house on the hill, surrounded by trees and steel bars. There was no way in without being detected. At least, that’s what we thought.Since dawn, the air felt heavy. It wasn’t paranoia; it was instinct. And we all felt it.Max was checking the monitors with a tense jaw, Dax was loading ammunition with meticulous precision, and Maddox said nothing. He just walked around the room with his hands in his pockets, his gray eyes scanning every corner.I stayed silent, clutching the coffee mug that had already gone cold. Part of me wanted to believe we were fine, that this was just another day in the middle of hell. The other part was waiting for the explosion.And it came."Contact at the perimeter!" Max shouted from the surveillance room. "It’s not an animal. We’ve got human movement. Four... no, five figures."Maddox didn’t hesitate for a second. He came toward me, his gaze a silent command."Get down. Now."Dax already had his weapo

"The hallway was engulfed in the densest darkness.There were no emergency lights. No active cameras. Only the echo of our footsteps and the tension slicing through the air like a blade.Maddox led the way, his silhouette perfectly outlined by the shape of his weapon. Not a single doubt, not a single mistake. Behind him, Max and Dax flanked the sides, while I stayed in the center, ready for anything.There was an intruder on the property.And it wasn’t just any thief.Someone knew exactly how to move. They cut the key points, evaded the guards, and activated an unknown frequency that had blocked external communications for mere seconds. Just enough to get in without leaving a trace.Maddox raised a hand, making all of us stop. The hallway was in absolute silence. There was no sound, but he felt it. We all did.We were not alone.Max leaned toward me, his voice a barely audible whisper.'You're shaking.''I'm focused,' I replied, without taking my eyes off the front.Dax smirked.'Dange

The morning arrived with a heavy air. Not even the sunlight could fully pierce through the gray clouds gathering over the city. At the Dangello mansion, the atmosphere was just as dense. News of Pietro’s public execution had spread like wildfire through the criminal circles, sending a clear message: the Dangellos do not forgive betrayal.Amalia woke up early, her body still aching from the tension of the previous night. She showered in silence, staring at her reflection in the mirror. There was something new in her eyes: it wasn’t resignation—it was resistance. She had crossed a line, and there was no turning back. This wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about playing smart.When she came down for breakfast, Max was already in the kitchen, sitting with a coffee in hand and a pile of papers in front of him. Lev, on the other hand, remained in the safest wing of the mansion, unaware of what was really happening in the empire’s underbelly."Good morning," Amalia greeted with a sli

The night fell like a hostile shroud.The symbol of the Sons of the Blade sat on the central table next to Maddox’s whiskey, a silent reminder of what was coming. No one touched it. No one ignored it.Amalia glanced at it from the balcony, the wind lifting her hair. Max stood beside her in silence, hands resting on the railing. Dax smoked on the stairs, as if he needed distance not to explode.But it was Maddox who broke the silence from the center of the room, his voice firm like a sentence:"This kind of people doesn’t play. They don’t send threats. They leave marks when they’re ready to hunt. If this appeared… then we’re already inside their game.""What do they want with me?" Amalia asked without turning around."Not you," he corrected, with a cruel half-smile. "They want what you represent: a weak spot. Something human. A crack in the Dangello empire."The words hurt. Not because of what they meant... but because Amalia knew they were true.Hours later, Max entered Amalia’s room w