Chapter 49

▫️Christian’s POV...

We walked into Titan’s office, and what he showed me shattered my world.

This can't be true.

Titan leaned back, arms crossed, and dropped the bombshell. "This man—he died the day you went to Russia. Stabbed to death."

A normal thing in our world. People die. People get killed. But then Titan picked up the murder weapon and placed it on the table.

A knife.

Not just any knife.

Her knife.

"The same one you gifted Stella," Titan said.

My chest tightened. My vision blurred at the edges as rage boiled in my veins. I slammed my fist against the desk and screamed, "It’s NOT hers!"

Titan didn’t flinch. He just nodded like he expected my outburst.

Liam placed a hand on my shoulder. "Calm down."

But how the fuck was I supposed to calm down?

Titan continued, unfazed. "The CCTV footage from the mansion that night? Gone. Deleted."

My stomach twisted. "Something  is wrong. Very wrong."

"Stella is," Titan said simply.

I snapped my head toward him. "What the fuck do you mean by that? Dare you say a single word against her I'll not even blink before killing you. Stay in your limits."

"You forced her into marriage," Titan said. "And now, she might be working with our rivals." But this time he threw his ego away and said in a professional tone.

I shook my head instantly. "No. I forced her, yes. But she’s happy now. She would never—" My own words caught in my throat. Would she?

What if she held a grudge?

What if she found out about them?

After all, they were her family. Her so-called friends. The people who betrayed her.

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Flashback___

I turned to MJ. "We need to take care of her best friend. Her ex-fiancé. And her parents."

MJ’s expression darkened. "They tried to kill her. I loathe them."

"What should we do?" I asked.

Titan spoke up. "We can hand them over to the police. The rest will be history."

MJ scoffed. "Police? WTF. They tried to kill her. Let’s kill them for real."

I didn’t hesitate. I nodded. "Do it."

An hour later, Titan delivered useless people.

Jessica and Gabriel.

When they woke up, tied to their chairs, they panicked, blaming each other without even knowing why they were here.

I turned on the dim light. Their eyes widened when they saw me.

Jessica licked her lips. A pathetic attempt at manipulation.

"Who are you?" she demanded, voice trembling.

I smirked. "Husband of your best friend and ex-fiancé."

Her eyes flashed with recognition, then fear. "Why the fuck are we here? That bitch always grabs the big fish."

I tilted my head. "To get killed."

Their panic was delicious.

They screamed. They begged. I didn’t even listen to those motherfuckers.

I pointed the gun at them. "You tried to kill her. Tried to harm what’s mine."

Jessica sobbed. "Please, she would never want this!"

"Exactly." I chuckled, cold and empty. "That’s why I’m lying to her. I’ll tell her you both got peaceful deaths."

But I’m a bastard for particular reason. So, I’d make sure their deaths were anything but peaceful.

I called Ragnar.

The name alone is enough. He holds death aura.

Humanity? He didn’t even had when he was a kid.

His body count? Not in sex, but in murders. He stopped counting after 1111. Said it was an angel number. Said it motivated me to keep going.

I fucking love that man. What a masterpiece he is.

But I love my sweetheart more.

Didn't wasting my precious time on bastards I let Ragnar do what he does best.

The first cut was clean. Straight through their ankles. Then their knees. Blood pooled around their feet. The smell of iron filled the room.

They screamed, but I just watched.

I stopped Ragnar before he could finish them off. Let them die slow. Let them bleed out.

When it was done, I ordered my men to dump their bodies into the Hell Room—a place so foul, even my crocodiles wouldn’t eat their corpses.

Justice?

Revenge for my baby.

But I wasn’t done yet.

Next, Betty and Tom, my mother-fucking-in-law and father-in-law.

The only good thing that woman ever did was giving birth to my Stella. Nothing else.

Titan brought her and her jackass husband in by the end of the day.

She sat across from me. So did her husband—not silent as ever.

He scoffed "why are we here this time?"

I laughed. "Ah, so you can speak. Thought you were mute, considering how silent you were when your daughter was suffering."

Betty's face contorted in anger. "You bastard—"

I didn’t let her finish. My fist connected with her face. Then his. I punched those rascals.

"You slapped my baby," I said, grabbing my knife while looking straight into her feared eyes. "So, let’s make things even."

Tears fall in fear, she acted and pleaded.

But I didn't listen. I'm in revenge mode.

And I'll take her revenge before proposing her.

I sliced her palm clean off. Smooth as butter. Such a good shape I gave to her.

She screamed, her blood splattering across the floor.

Then I took her other hand.

Her screams echoed in room so my laugh.

I turned to Tom. "You never spoke for her. What’s the use of that tongue?"

He pleaded. That bastard.

Ragnar yanked his mouth open, and I cut his tongue out.

Their screams filled the room, music to my ears. Stella baby you are lucky to got a husband like me. Love you

Love me.

I leaned back in my chair, satisfied. "I fulfilled my duty as a good husband. Now, let me fulfill my duty as a good son-in-law."

I called in a doctor. Can’t let them die. Not yet. Stella will be sad.

When they were patched up—bloodied, broken, but alive—I smiled.

But Betty being bitch even after this spated" Jess tried to kill her, not us."

I chuckled"Thanks for telling. Now here's a surprise for you."

With this I snapped and guards dragged their corpses in, still tied to their chairs. Dead.

Betty gasped. Tom trembled.

I stared into their eyes, my voice low and menacing. "Don’t you dare say a word against Stella. Or I’ll finish what I started. I will not even think twice before killing you, I have enough life to get Stella's forgiveness. And remember bastards if you ever got a chance which I'll make sure you will not get,but if you get to meet you princess, then treat her well. "

They just nodded still crying and trembling.

Such a good husband I'm.

Such a good son-in-law I'm.

Then, I had them thrown back home.

I even hired a maid, bcoz she gave her hands to me. Generous, aren’t I?

She disgusted at this reaction of mine and I fake acted of heart ache and said" Aren't tou going to appreciate my efforts mother in law."

Betty cried at me, cursing. "You’re sick."

I smirked, crossing my arms, leaning back like king, "Welcome to my dark side mother-fucking-in-law."

They were discarded like the trash they were.

Jessica and Gabriel? Buried in my backyard.

I planted trees over them.

Such a nature lover I'm.

Such a great person I'm. I chuckled.

Flashback ends...

Fuck.

I did all of that before even proposing to her.

But I did it for her. For her own good.

End of discussion.

Now, I need to know what she knows.

If she’s aware of what I did… then I have no choice.

I have to keep her.

Make her love me.

By any means necessary.

Because if she knows, she’ll hate me.

And I can’t let that happen.

But do I care? No.

As long as she’s with me, everything is fucking fine.

Baby you'll be mine and it's mine decision not your choice.

Afterall this husband of yours is a lovesick bastard.