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CHAPTER 18
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KIMANI Saturday mornings used to mean one of two things for me: either scrolling through mukbang videos in bed until noon, or forcing myself out for a jog to feel vaguely productive. But living with Alaric had shifted things. Somehow, the house felt alive in the mornings—like his presence charged the air, even when I didn’t see him yet. This morning, though, I saw him. I had padded downstairs in my slippers and robe, yawning and stretching like a cat, only to find him already at the dining table, sleeves rolled up, sipping his coffee while looking over some papers. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d run his fingers through it too many times. “Morning,” I croaked, my voice still thick with sleep. His gaze lifted, sharp at first, then softening when he saw me. “Morning. You’re up earlier than usual.” I flopped into the chair opposite him. “You sound surprised. I can be disciplined.” He arched a brow, amusement flickering across his features. “Disciplined?” He gestured at
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KIMANI Monday morning came faster than I expected. I woke up with that nervous, jittery energy that made me feel like a soda can someone had shaken way too hard. My alarm had barely gone off before I was already sitting up in bed, staring at the ceiling like it owed me answers. First day at Walker Empire. First day as… not Kimani Walker, billionaire’s wife, but as my undercover alter ego. The wig went on. The glasses followed. A swipe of Malik-approved neutral lipstick sealed the look. When I checked myself in the mirror, I looked like someone who collected coupons and corrected grammar online, not someone who’d ever been in a viral wedding photo. Perfect. I crept downstairs, hoping to slip out before Alaric could give me one of his calm, unnervingly confident “You’ll do fine” speeches. But of course, he was already at the dining table, sharp in his navy suit, sipping coffee like Monday mornings didn’t even phase him. His eyes flicked up at me, lingering just long enough to mak
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ALARIC From the moment Kimani walked into the interview room, I knew I’d made the right call allowing her to do this. She was nervous—anyone could see that from the way she clutched her folder as though it contained state secrets—but she was also determined. That determination was what had me leaning back in my chair, watching her through the live feed in my office, a ghost of amusement tugging at my mouth. Her disguise wasn’t perfect—no wig or glasses could hide the spark in her eyes—but she played her part well enough to fool the panel. To them, she was just another ambitious candidate. To me, she was my wife, unknowingly stealing the spotlight with every unpolished but genuine answer she gave. When she blurted out that her weakness was “snacking too much,” I almost laughed out loud. Evan, who stood a few feet behind me, coughed discreetly to cover his chuckle, though his shoulders shook. “She’s going to give herself away one of these days,” Evan murmured. I smirked, eyes stil
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KIMANI When I woke up, my stomach felt like it was hosting a family reunion of butterflies. Nervous wasn’t even the word—it felt like the first day of school all over again. Only this time, I wasn’t a clueless teenager. I was about to walk into my husband’s company, sit for an interview, and pretend like I wasn’t secretly married to the man who ran the entire empire. Undercover wife. Secret agent. Professional disguise wearer. Yeah, my life had turned into a TV drama. I got ready carefully, making sure the wig was snugly in place before brushing it into neat waves the way Malik had shown me. Then came the glasses. Oversized, heavy, and making me feel like I should be correcting someone’s grammar on the internet. I followed Malik’s exact makeup routine from yesterday, muttering to myself like I was reciting a spell. By the time I grabbed my bag and checked my reflection in the mirror, I almost believed I could pull it off. Almost. When I got downstairs, Alaric was already
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KIMANI Without wasting time, Malik got to work in my room. “Okay, which color of hair do you wanna go for?” he asked, bringing out wigs like a magician pulling rabbits from a hat. “How many did you bring?” I blinked at the growing mountain on my bed. “I dunno,” he said breezily. “I just brought every color I thought you might like. Blonde bombshell, fiery redhead, mysterious brunette… pick your poison.” “Normal,” I said firmly, tugging a plain brown wig from the pile. “If I walk into an office looking like a rainbow unicorn, they’ll kick me out before I even finish saying ‘good morning.’” “Ugh, you’re no fun,” Malik pouted. But he set to work, parting and brushing the wig until it looked sleek and natural. Then came the glasses. Oversized frames that swallowed half my face. “Instant disguise,” he declared. While he dabbed foundation on my cheeks and muttered about my “ungrateful pores,” his phone buzzed. He hit video call without asking. Within seconds, Zendaya’s bright face
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KIMANI The second Alaric left for his office, I practically raced up to my bedroom and grabbed my phone. My plan was alive, breathing, and about to get real. And there was only one person in the world who would understand my vision immediately. “Malik,” I said the second he answered. “Kimani.” His voice was suspiciously dramatic, like I’d interrupted him mid–opera rehearsal. “Why do you sound like a Bond villain about to reveal her evil plot?” “Because,” I said, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt, “I have a plot.” There was a beat of silence. Then, “Oh God. Who are we ruining? Is it your ex? Do I need to get my good heels for stomping purposes?” I laughed. “No heels required. I’m going undercover.” “Undercover?” His voice rose an octave. “As in… wigs? Alter egos? A tragic backstory?” “As in,” I said, pacing the room now, “Alaric’s company. I’m going to work there under a new identity. No one will know it’s me.” Another silence. Then Malik shrieked so loud I had to pul
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