Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 121

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Turning the tables

Kalix wasn’t about to stop until Kingstone was thoroughly exposed and anyone involved in this scheme was brought to justice. His unwavering determination radiated through the room, and it was clear to everyone watching that he was prepared to go to any lengths to make sure the truth prevailed.

Sean, who had been standing quietly off to the side, finally stepped forward. His presence was a sharp contrast to Kalix’s intimidating aura—calm, controlled, but no less powerful. He walked toward Kingstone with a measured pace, his eyes cold and unreadable.

“I would suggest, Mr. Kingstone,” Sean began, his voice low and polite, “that you cooperate fully with the investigation. Or…” He leaned in, his face inches from Kingstone’s. “The consequences could be severe.” His smile was polite, but there was nothing friendly about it. Sean straightened up, pulling back and turning toward the crowd with an air of finality.

Kingstone’s face twisted in fear. The walls were closing in, and he could feel the weight of the situation suffocating him. His once-confident posture crumbled under the pressure, his hands shaking as he struggled to find his footing. He had no way out now.

The air grew heavier still as a group of officers entered the room. The lead officer approached Kingstone, his expression stern and unwavering. “Mr. Kingstone,” the officer said, his voice carrying authority, “should we head to the police station?”

There was no room for negotiation, no escape. Kingstone’s face went ashen, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. The officer’s words were final, and in that moment, Kingstone realized his fate had been sealed.

With the officers surrounding him, there was no chance for him to twist the narrative any further. His accusations had crumbled, his credibility shattered, and now the law would take over.

The scene unfolding before everyone’s eyes was nothing short of a spectacle, raising more questions than answers. The reporters scrambled to get more information, their voices rising in a cacophony of inquiries.

“Mr. Kalix, would you like to share more about your marriage?”

“Miss Winter, how did you two meet?”

But neither Kalix nor Winter spared a glance. Their silence was deliberate, a message in itself. The couple, united in purpose, walked past the barrage of questions with unwavering focus, escorted by Kalix’s imposing security detail. The reporters’ voices only grew louder, but the couple made no attempt to respond, their attention fixed ahead as they reached the door.

Within moments, they were inside their car, safely shielded from the prying eyes of the public in the underground parking area. The click of the car doors locking signified a moment of temporary respite, but Kalix’s mind was far from at ease.

“Make sure Kingstone spills everything,” Kalix instructed, his voice calm but filled with a quiet, lethal intensity. He turned to Stanley, his trusted ally and confidant. “And keep digging into his meetings over the past few days. I want to know who he’s been working with.”

Stanley nodded without hesitation, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Understood, sir.”

Kalix’s eyes narrowed as he settled into the seat, his thoughts already moving ahead, plotting his next steps. The public spectacle might have been over, but this was far from finished. Kingstone’s accusations were only a small part of the larger game being played, and Kalix was determined to expose every hidden player involved.

As the car drove off, Kalix’s gaze lingered on the rearview mirror, watching the venue fade into the distance. The truth was coming, and Kingstone’s attempts to manipulate the public would only make his downfall more inevitable. The game had shifted, and Kalix was no longer playing for survival—he was playing for the destruction of anyone who dared to stand in his way.

Winter had been silently observing Kalix as he leaned against her shoulder, the weight of exhaustion clearly taking its toll on him. His usually composed demeanor had softened, and she could feel the tension in his body as he let himself relax for a moment, resting his head on her. She knew how much pressure he was under, but she also understood that there were times when even Kalix needed to let go—if only for a brief moment.

“Stanley, to the hospital now,” Kalix ordered suddenly, his voice steady despite the weariness.

Winter glanced at him, surprised by the request. Kalix slowly pulled back and shot her a questioning look.

“It’s not the time to visit any hospital, my dear wife,” Kalix said with a smirk, his tone playful yet unmistakably cheeky. “Today, we got our marriage registration done. It’s time to celebrate our wedding day.”

His words hung in the air, and Winter couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Kalix’s shamelessness was both endearing and exasperating, and she knew that, despite his hardened exterior, there was always a part of him that could be playful when he let his guard down.

Stanley, who had been diligently focusing on the road, didn’t seem fazed by Kalix’s words, but Winter noticed that he subtly cleared his throat as if to push aside the awkwardness. He was used to Kalix’s behavior by now, and since Sean wasn’t around to rein him in, Stanley took on that role.

“Yes, Lady Boss,” Stanley said, his voice respectful but carrying a hint of amusement.

Kalix shot Stanley a look, his eyes narrowing as if silently warning him to remember his place. Stanley met Kalix’s gaze with caution, but he didn’t flinch.

“I need my wife’s attention, Angel,” Kalix continued, almost childlike in his tone. “Not some sedative to make me fall asleep.” His words were a mix of frustration and mockery, but Winter couldn’t help but find a certain charm in his antics, despite the underlying tension.

Winter, however, was having none of it. She turned to him with a stern expression. “We agreed on something, Kalix,” she reminded him firmly. “Now, you have to follow through with it.”

Kalix paused, clearly taken aback for a moment, but then he leaned back slightly in his seat, an amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You never let me forget, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” Winter replied, her tone unwavering. “You agreed to let me take the lead in this relationship, and that means respecting my decisions—especially when it comes to what happens next.”

Kalix knew that Winter wasn’t one to back down. Last night, when he’d asked her to marry him, she hadn’t hesitated. But in that moment, she’d made it clear that while they were partners in everything, she would have the final say in their life together, at least when it came to the way they navigated their public and private worlds. Kalix had been prepared for this, of course, but even he couldn’t help but feel a little out of control in the face of her strength.

Winter had also known what going public with their marriage would mean. Their lives would be under constant scrutiny, and every move they made would be analyzed by the media. But she didn’t care much about that. What mattered most to her was that Kalix was finally ready to allow her to take control—not just of their public image, but of their relationship as well.

She had no intention of being just a passive passenger in their life together. If Kalix truly wanted to build something lasting with her, then he would have to trust her with more than just the public facade. He would need to trust her with his life, with their future.

Kalix sighed deeply, sitting back in the seat as if the weight of everything pressing on him had finally taken its toll. He reached for Winter’s hand, his fingers brushing gently across her knuckles. The gesture was tender, almost intimate, and for a moment, it softened the sharp edges of his usual domineering presence.

“Alright, Angel,” he said, his voice quieter now, the playful challenge gone. “I’ll follow your lead. But still, I’m refraining from going to the hospital.”

Winter glanced at him, her expression unreadable for a moment, before she gave a small, almost imperceptible sigh. Despite her desire to maintain control, she knew Kalix well enough to understand when he was making his stand. His eyes held a quiet plea, something unspoken that made it hard for her to argue further. And just like that, she found herself once again giving in to his demands, even though she had every intention of holding firm.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t say no—it was just that, sometimes, his vulnerability underneath his strong facade caught her off guard. It made her want to give him that space, to protect him in ways he rarely allowed anyone to.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered with a smile, though there was warmth in her voice.

Kalix’s lips quirked upward at the corners, a rare softness in his gaze as he looked at her. “I know. But you love me anyway.”

Winter could only shake her head, her smile widening despite herself. “I never said that.”

Kalix chuckled, the sound low and rich with a satisfaction that only he could find in their little back-and-forths. “You don’t need to say it, Angel. I can tell.”

As the car moved steadily through the city, Winter leaned back, her hand still in his, and for once, she let go of the weight of control, allowing herself to enjoy the moment. Kalix might push and prod at her, but in some strange way, it was part of what made their dynamic work. Even in his moments of defiance, he was always, in the end, still hers.

And perhaps that was what made this marriage—this partnership—so different from anything either of them had expected.