All Chapters of Married to the Villain : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isadora POVJude breathed harshly, his nostrils flaring as he watched the blood squeezing out between my fingers.Christian slowly backed away, not turning his back to Jude. “I’ll call you in thirty minutes.”I gave a small nod, stunned by what had happened and completely at a loss why Jude had reacted that way.Before my brother could slip out, Jude said in a low voice, “There’s nowhere you can hide if I find out you betrayed me, Christian. Even Baltimore won’t be your safe haven if I want you dead.”“If you hurt Isadora, I’ll find and kill you, Jude.”Jude slanted my brother a dark look. Christian disappeared.Suddenly I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to send him away. Jude had lost his mind minutes ago for no apparent reason. His wife had died… or been killed, and nobody knew anything about it.Our eyes met and the terrifying fury lessened. What remained was blatant distrust and a hint of guilt. He sheathed his knife then moved closer. I tensed, unsure what to expect after what

Jude POVIn front of the door to Josephine’s bedroom, I stopped listening. Behind the door, someone grunted, and a woman cried out. They weren’t sounds of torture.I shoved open the door. It smashed against the wall behind it.Fury slithered through my veins at the sight before me. Josephine, my heavily pregnant wife, straddled her half-brother, both of them naked.My wife was fucking her half-brother.For a second, neither of us moved.Josephine let out a shriek, covering her breasts as if I had less right to see them than her fucking half-brother. A look passed between them, and I knew this had been going on for a long time, maybe longer than she and I had been married.The bitter taste of betrayal bloomed in my mouth, followed by an irresistible thirst for revenge. I closed the door. Andrea pushed Josephine off him and lunged for the gun on the nightstand. I pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through his palm, blowing it apart. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.He roared in a

Jude POVI stood abruptly. Voices sounded in the corridor, one of them belonging to Father. I stepped outside, finding Felix and my father talking in urgent whispers. The moment Father looked at me, I wished I could have kept this from him. He limped toward me, looking pale and weak. He gripped my shoulder, his eyes searching mine. “If you want to make Josephine disappear after the baby is born, nobody would blame you, least of all me, my son.”I nodded. It wouldn’t be the first time a man killed his wife for cheating. Would things have been different if Josephine hadn’t been pregnant? Would I have killed her like I killed Andrea? I’d killed women before. The whores the bikers kept around to suck their dicks—but they’d been armed and trying to kill me and my men.Josephine was still a woman, still my wife, and still the mother of Simona and Daniele. I wouldn’t kill her unless it was her life against that of my children or mine.“I don’t want her to disappear.”The father looked puzzle

JUDE POVMy breathing had slowed as I read Josephine’s letter to me. I couldn’t move; I could only stare down at her last words. I wasn’t sad about losing her. I’d never had her to begin with. She’d been Andrea’s, even after his death. I felt a deep sadness over what this meant for Daniele and Simona and a raging madness toward the people who were responsible for this mess. Toward her parents, who’d forced her into a marriage with me, even though they’d known the truth. It was incest. Their love had been doomed like ours, but her parents had let me run into an open knife and hadn’t warned me when I allowed Andrea to spend every day alone with my wife.A knock sounded, but I didn’t react. The door opened then. Faro slipped in and appeared beside me. He said something, but his words were muffled. He took the letter from me. I let him. It didn’t matter if he read it.“Jude!” He shook me hard, and finally my focus snapped to him. Behind him, my father leaned heavily on his walking stick,

ISADORA POV“Everything’s fine. I just wanted to tell you that Daniele talked to Cherry today.”Silence. “You sure?” Every syllable rang with doubt.“Yes, I heard him say her name. Isn’t that great? We’re making progress.”“Why would he talk to a dog?”“Many children develop close bonds with their pets because they can share everything with them without judgment or punishment. They are their best friends.”“It doesn’t explain why he’s so obsessed with that dog.”And then it clicked. “For Josephine, it reminded her of Andrea, but for Daniele, it only reminds him of his mother, and that’s natural. If he finds comfort in Cherry, that’s good.”Jude sighed. “Maybe. I need to return to work now.”“All right. Will you still be home for dinner?”“I promised, so yes.”“Thank you. I enjoy having dinner with you.” I quickly hung up, not wanting to get too mushy.Jude asked me to put Daniele to bed that night. He looked exhausted and as if he couldn’t bear his son’s rejection one more time.After