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A Death Reminder
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2026-04-02 23:40:20
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession I Want To Own Every Feature of You
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT LAUREN’S POV *Time’s up. Meet me at the address I sent you in one hour with the cash, or I go straight to the office and ask for Julian Cross.* I dressed quickly in the darkest clothes I could find in Serena’s sprawling closet—a plain black hoodie and a pair of faded jeans that I had bought myself. No makeup. No jewelry. I shoved Serena’s phone into my pocket and slipped out of the master bedroom. The penthouse was dead silent. I crept down the hallway, keeping my footsteps incredibly light until I reached the private elevator. I bypassed it and took the service stairs instead, descending three flights before catching a regular elevator to the underground garage. I ordered a rideshare a block away from the building, constantly checking over my shoulder to make sure Silas hadn’t materialized from the shadows. The address Jake had sent was on the far edge of the city, in a neighborhood and a bleak, desolate place. The rideshare driver dropped me off at the cu
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Unexplainable Suspicion
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN LAUREN’S POV The private flight back to the city was suffocating. Julian had spent the entire nine hours sitting across from me, a glass of scotch in his hand, reading through files on his tablet like he hadn’t just shattered my entire reality against a bathroom door. He knew. He sat at that desk, drank his coffee, went to meetings, and watched me with those dark, calculating eyes, knowing exactly what Serena had put under his floorboards. When the private elevator finally chimed and the polished steel doors slid open to the penthouse, the silence between us snapped. "You knew for three months," I said. Julian didn't stop walking. He stepped out of the elevator, tossing his keys onto the glass console table near the entrance. He shrugged off his suit jacket, draped it over a chair, and rolled up the sleeves of his dark shirt. "Three months and four days, to be exact," he replied, his tone casually indifferent. He walked over to the built-in bar and
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession A Pleasurable Interrogation
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXLAUREN’S POV The air conditioning inside the gallery hit my flushed skin the second I stepped back through the side doors, but it did nothing to cool the panic rushing through my veins.Dante’s words echoed in my ears.*One of them involved making Julian lose his memory.*I wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my dress and scanned the crowded room. My eyes immediately found Julian. It was impossible not to find him. He commanded the space without even trying, standing by a massive sculpture with two men in sharp suits nodding at whatever he was saying.He didn’t look at me, but the moment I stepped into his peripheral vision, his posture shifted. His shoulders squared, and he handed his empty champagne flute to a passing waiter without breaking his conversation. A few seconds later, he dismissed the men with a sharp nod and started walking toward me.I forced my feet to stay planted. I forced my breathing to steady."You were gone exactly fourteen minutes," Julian
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Fifty Murder Attempts
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVELAUREN’S POV I couldn’t stop thinking about it.We were standing side by side in the bright, open gallery on the second day of the auction, pretending to admire a massive abstract painting that cost more than I used to make in three years. The room buzzed with guests, Julian’s men moving smoothly between them, encouraging bids, closing deals. But my mind kept replaying last night—his mouth between my thighs, the way he’d growled my real name like it belonged to him.I swallowed hard and turned slightly toward him.“Julian,” I said quietly, keeping my voice low so no one else could hear, “why did you call me Lauren last night?” I asked, sounding casual, pretending my heart wasn't about to burst out of its ribcage.He didn’t look away from the painting at first. His fingers tapped lightly against the stem of his champagne flute. Then he glanced at me, one dark brow lifting.“Didn’t you say Lauren was your second name? The one your grandmother gave you?”I blinked. M
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession He Called Me Lauren
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURLAUREN’S POV The night air felt incredibly still as Julian pulled back from me. I sat on the edge of the pool, my chest rising and falling in erratic, heavy pants. My fingers were still gripping the wet concrete so tightly that my knuckles ached. He didn't say a word as he reached for a plush, white towel resting on one of the nearby lounge chairs.He wrapped the heavy towel around my shivering shoulders, his large hands lingering warmly on my arms before he pulled me to my feet."Let's get inside," he murmured. I nodded, utterly incapable of forming a coherent sentence.In the master bathroom, the lights were dimmed to a soft, warm glow. We didn't speak as we stripped away the remnants of our wet clothes and discarded them on the floor. Julian took a second towel and dried my back, my legs, and my hair. I watched him through the massive vanity mirror. His dark hair was tousled and wet, falling over his forehead. He caught my gaze in the reflection, his dark ey
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Let's Go Home, Love
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE LAUREN’S POV “Do you like it?”I turned slowly. Julian was approaching me. He wore a tailored black tuxedo that fit him flawlessly. It was the first painting auction night, and it had been a massive success. Everything had sold. Everything except the single painting I was currently staring at.“It’s a fake,” I said softly.“I know,” Julian replied, stopping right beside me. His arm brushed mine.“But it feels soulful,” I murmured, taking a small sip of my champagne. “Even though it's not the real thing... it just feels safe.”“I know,” Julian said again. His voice was lower this time. “I thought about you when I saw it.”I paused. I turned around, intending to ask him what he meant by that, but the words died in my throat. He was already staring at me. He reached out and took my free hand. His thumb traced over my knuckles before he lifted my hand to his lips, kissing the back of it so sweetly it made my chest ache. Then, I felt the cold slide of metal against
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Twenty-Four Hours
CHAPTER NINE LAUREN’S POV My hands shook as I stared at the screen. The text glared back at me. “Meet me at the docks tonight with the cash, or your husband learns the truth.” Jake was insane if he thought I had access to Julian’s money. I lived in a penthouse, sure, but I didn't have a dime
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Crossing The Line
CHAPTER EIGHTLAUREN’S POVThe car ride back to the penthouse was completely silent. Julian didn't say a single word, but the anger radiating off him filled the entire vehicle.When the elevator finally opened into our living room, I stepped out quickly, just wanting to get away from him. I just wa
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Blackmail
CHAPTER SEVENLAUREN’S POV“Let go of me, Jake,” I said, keeping my voice low.“Not a chance.” He pressed me harder against the concrete wall. “What are you doing here? This isn't your scene. How did a broke poker dealer get past the armed guards at an underground auction?”“It’s none of your busin
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession An Ex From The Past
CHAPTER SIXLAUREN’S POV “Shock,” I shot back immediately. “It's called shock, Julian. Have you heard of it?”His eyes narrowed. “Shock doesn't stop basic human reflexes. You stood there like a stone.”“Maybe I'm just used to the pain of being around you,” I spat.He opened his mouth to reply, his
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