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Fractured Hearts
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2026-05-25 23:21:22
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Stolen Safety
Lauren’s POV The screech of folding chairs and the sound of shuffled chips were the only things loud enough to drown out the thoughts of Julian Cross.I slid another stack of clay discs across the green felt, my face blank and my hands steady. The underground casino on the south side of Seattle smelled like cigarettes, beer and money—not the clean, curated kind that lived in Julian's penthouse, but the kind that had been sweated for, stolen, and lied through teeth to keep. This was my world. The real one. No designer heels. No diamond rings. Just Lauren Vance, dealer, invisible in a room full of men who never looked at the help."Hit me," the man across the table said, barely glancing up.I dealt the card without a word.Three hours into my shift and I'd already watched a man lose his mortgage, another win enough to cry into his whiskey, and a third pull a knife on his friend over a disputed pot that I'd defused by sliding the disputed chips to the center and saying, flatly, "House
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Grease and the Ghost
Julian’s POV Serena sat at the vanity when I walked into the bedroom.City lights poured through the glass walls behind her, turning the diamonds at her throat into little lights while she painted her lips blood-red with slow and controlled strokes.For three weeks, I’d been living with a stranger wearing my wife’s face.And every single day, the feeling got worse.She looked like Serena.Same long hair cascading over bare shoulders. Same silk robe slipping off one side seductively. Same icy beauty that used to make me lose common sense.But the woman burned into my head—The one who stood barefoot in my kitchen at three in the morning eating cold noodles straight from the carton while telling my security team they were incompetent idiots—The one who stole a gun from Dante’s soldier in the Maldives and started barking orders at armed men—The one who slapped poisoned coffee out of my hand before I could drink it—That woman was gone.And this polished thing sitting in front of me ma
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Fractured Hearts
Lauren’s POVI hated myself for checking Serena’s social media again.But I did it anyway.Maybe pain had become a routine.Maybe some pathetic part of me still needed proof Julian was breathing somewhere in this city.Or maybe I just wanted to know if he looked for me the way I still searched for him in every stranger on the street.The photo loaded slowly.And there he was.Julian Cross.Standing beside Serena beneath the crystal lights of some elite charity gala.Serena looked flawless in diamond jewelries and designer sequin dress, her manicured hand spread possessively across Julian’s chest.But Julian—God.He looked dangerous.Black suit. Broad shoulders rigid beneath tailored dress shirt. Dark eyes colder than winter itself.Together, they looked untouchable.Powerful. Wealthy.Like the kind of married couple magazines obsessed over.But I knew him now. And Julian looked furious.The caption beneath the post read: Mr. and Mrs. Cross stealing the spotlight tonight.A broken lau
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Empty Empire
Julian's POVThe deal closed at 11:47 p.m.Forty-two million dollars. A rival's logistics network, folded neatly into mine like it was never his to begin with. Marcus set the signed documents on my desk with the quiet satisfaction of a man who understood what victory looked like.I felt nothing.I poured two fingers of scotch, stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, and watched Seattle bleed neon into the rain-slicked streets below. My empire. My city. Every light down there belonged to me in some way — the buildings, the ports, the dirty money moving through clean hands.And the penthouse echoed.It had been doing that for weeks. This hollow, wrong kind of quiet that had nothing to do with sound and everything to do with her presence. Or her absence. I wasn't sure anymore.I heard Serena before I saw her. The deliberate and practiced click of heels. Everything she did was a performance."Still brooding?" she asked from the doorway, her voice coated in that particular brand of sw
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Leaning In
Lauren's POVThe thing about comfort is that it sneaks up on you.You don't notice it happening. One day you're sleeping on someone's couch with one eye open, heart still raw and bleeding from a life you got thrown out of, and then somehow—without you ever making a conscious decision—you're sleeping through the night. You're passing the salt before he asks for it. You're laughing at something stupid on TV and not feeling guilty about it two seconds later.That's what happened with Silas and me.It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't a moment. It just… happened. Shared dinners where he cooked too much and I ate more than I'd admit. Late nights on his couch with bad coffee and worse job listings open on my laptop, him scrolling through his phone beside me like we'd been doing this for years. And slowly, I stopped bracing for the impact that never came."Another rejection?" he asked one Wednesday evening without looking up from his phone."How did you know?""You've been staring at the same li
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Stranger in My Bed
Julian’s POV I gave her one more chance.That was the only thought in my head when I crossed the bedroom and pinned her against the wall. My hands framed her face. I kissed her hard, the way I used to when she'd bite back. When her nails would find my arms and her eyes would dare me to go further. I kissed her like I was trying to resurrect something.She moaned.It was right on cue. Perfectly timed. The exact pitch a woman performs when she thinks that's what's expected of her.I pulled back.The kiss tasted like nothing. I felt nothing. The fire, the tension, I used to feel whenever I kissed my wife, was gone.I shoved away, putting distance between us, running a hand through my hair."Who the fuck are you really?"She blinked. For just a fraction of a second, something cold moved behind her eyes. Then the mask snapped back into place.She straightened her silk robe and lifted her chin. "Your wife, Julian. The one you married.""No." My voice came out low and quiet. "You're not he
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession A Secret Message and a Goodnight Cuddle
CHAPTER SEVENTEENLAUREN’S POVBy the time Julian brought me to a lunch meeting, I already knew one thing.Being his wife was not just exhausting.It was dangerous.The building was all glass, steel, and expensive silence. Men in suits moved too carefully. Women in polished smiles watched too much.
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Cruise Table
CHAPTER FIFTEENLAUREN’S POVI stopped breathing.Julian stood at the entrance of Dante Rossi’s private dining room like he had walked in just to make the whole ship remember who mattered more.His eyes found mine first.And just like that, every stupid choice that had brought me here climbed up my
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Interrogation
CHAPTER ELEVENLAUREN’S POVJulian did not rush me.That was the first thing that made it worse.He just stood there for a second, looking down at me like he had all the time in the world, like he was deciding which part of me to cut open first. Then he dragged another chair across the floor and sa
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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