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CHAPTER 33
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AlaricIt was becoming harder to look away.Every time Kimani walked into a room, my composure thinned a little more. She didn’t do anything particularly striking—she didn’t try to. She just was. Effortless, warm, real.And maybe that was what made her dangerous.Because every time she smiled, or rolled her eyes, or challenged me with that stubborn tilt of her chin, I found myself wanting to see it again.Even now, sitting across from her in the library, I caught myself watching her instead of reading. The soft light from the chandelier brushed against her skin, her expression shifting as she flipped through pages.She was completely absorbed, unaware of how beautiful she looked when she was lost in her own world.My fingers tightened slightly around my glass of water. I shouldn’t be thinking about her this way. Not her. Not my wife.Our marriage had been an agreement—one that benefitted both of us. She got protection from the vultures in her industry; I got quiet. Stability. No drama
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 33
KIMANI It started subtly. At first, I thought I was imagining it—the way Alaric’s eyes would linger a little too long when I spoke, the quiet glances I’d catch when he thought I wasn’t looking. But over the past few days, those fleeting moments had grown frequent enough to make my pulse skip in the most inconvenient ways. Every time we were in the same room, it felt like there was an invisible thread pulling my attention toward him. Whether we were reading after dinner or crossing paths in the hallway, my eyes somehow found his. And worse—his found mine. The worst part? I didn’t hate it. If anything, I found myself waiting for it. Looking forward to it. This morning, he’d been in the dining room before me, his usual calm composure in place, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he read the day’s report. There was a cup of coffee beside his hand, steam curling in the early light. “Good morning,” I greeted, walking in with my tablet. He looked up, and there it was—that s
Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar CHAPTER 32
KIMANI Monday mornings had a unique kind of cruelty, the kind that hit hardest after a peaceful weekend. The mansion still smelled faintly of Alaric’s coffee when I got up, and for a moment, I almost forgot I had to become Dawn again. Almost. By the time I slipped into my plain gray pencil skirt, white blouse, and put on the now-familiar wig and glasses, I’d transformed back into the responsible, efficient employee who no one looked at twice. Kimani Walker disappeared; Dawn Matthews was ready for duty. I arrived at Walker Empire earlier than usual, my coffee still steaming in my hand. The office was quiet, sunlight spilling through the glass walls. The calm didn’t last long — it never did. Just as I settled at my desk, typing up a report, the office chat pinged with a message from HR: [All department staff: The CEO has personally reassigned certain employees to new project teams. Please check your emails.] My heart did a tiny, nervous flip. I opened my inbox — and the
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KIMANI A week had passed since the quarterly checkup at the company, and I could finally breathe again. Nobody suspected a thing — not even the nosy ones in accounting who seemed to know what everyone had for breakfast. My cover as Dawn was still intact, and honestly, I was a little proud of myself. Every morning I’d leave the mansion dressed in my little office disguise — the wig, glasses, and dull-colored skirts that made me blend perfectly with the corporate walls of Walker Enterprises. By day, I was Dawn Matthews, efficient and polite. By night, I was Kimani Walker — wife of the boss himself. The duality was strangely fun, like living in two worlds that were never meant to touch. And through all of it, Alaric hadn’t slipped once. He played his role perfectly. In the office, he barely acknowledged me beyond a polite nod. But at home, the man was attentive — thoughtful even. Sometimes, I’d catch him glancing at me during dinner, his expression calm but his eyes saying something
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The table was set simply — just two plates, a bottle of red wine Alaric had opened earlier, and the faint hum of jazz in the background. Kimani twirled her fork absentmindedly, her gaze flickering between her plate and the man across from her. Alaric looked far too composed for someone who’d just spent an hour in the kitchen. His sleeves were rolled up, the top button of his shirt undone, a rare trace of relaxation softening the edges of his usual calm demeanor. “Honestly,” Kimani began, a teasing smile tugging at her lips as she took a bite, “for someone who could literally hire a Michelin-star chef to cook every meal, you spend a suspicious amount of time in the kitchen.” Alaric looked up, one brow arched. “Suspicious, hmm?” She nodded, feigning seriousness. “Yes. Very suspicious. Most billionaires I’ve seen on TV are too busy running companies or buying islands to be chopping vegetables.” A soft laugh escaped him — low, genuine, and unexpected. “Maybe I’m not like most billiona
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KIMANIThe alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. sharp, dragging me out of a dream I couldn’t quite remember. For a few seconds, I lay still, blinking at the ceiling and listening to the faint sound of water running somewhere down the hall. Alaric was already awake. Of course he was. The man probably had his internal clock wired to corporate hours.The weekend had flown by, faster than I expected, but a lot had happened in those two short days. It was strange, really. The more time I spent around him, the less he seemed like the cold, robotic CEO I once thought he was. Somewhere between the museum trip, the grocery store banter, and our chaotic cooking competition, Alaric had… softened.Not in an obvious way—he was still Alaric Walker: precise, composed, and far too analytical for his own good—but I could feel the difference. There was laughter where there used to be silence, small smiles where there used to be curt nods. He even teased me once or twice. Lightly, but it counted.And last night…
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