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2026-05-24 22:08:32
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Missing Billions
Julian’s POV I sat in the back of the car, staring out at the city lights blurring past as we headed back to the penthouse. My head was pounding like a bastard after another long day chasing ghosts in the books. Those unexplained losses were eating at me. I knew Serena was behind some of it, siphoning shit off like a rat in the walls. But I told Marcus to sit tight. No moves yet. I needed to see how far she'd go. Playing the patient game was killing me, but rushing in blind had burned me before.The driver pulled up smooth, and I stepped out, loosening my tie as I rode the elevator up. The place felt colder these days, like all the warmth had been sucked out. Serena was in the living room when I walked in, dressed in one of those tight designer dresses that screamed money but did nothing for the woman wearing it. She had her phone glued to her ear, pacing like she owned the damn world."Julian," she said, flashing that fake smile as she hung up. "You're back early. Rough day?""You c
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Missing Billions
Julian’s POV I leaned back in my chair, the heavy leather groaning under my weight as I stared at the glowing computer screen in front of me. The office was completely dark, save for the blue light washing over my face. It was past midnight, and the rest of the building was dead quiet. But my mind wouldn't let me sleep.For weeks, I had been watching the numbers drop. I wasn't a man who made mistakes, and I certainly didn't lose track of money. I had known about the unexplained losses in my empire from the very second they started. I knew exactly which shell companies were being used, exactly which routing numbers were being flagged, and exactly whose fingers were in my pockets.It was Serena. I had known from the moment she planned it with Vivian Moreau.A soft knock on the door broke the silence."Come in," I muttered, my voice rough from hours of silence.The door opened, and Marcus walked in. He looked exhausted, his tie loosened around his neck and a thick folder tucked under hi
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Vivian's Warning
Vivian's POVThere was nothing more pathetic than a woman who thought she was winning when she was actually standing on the edge of a cliff.I leaned back in the plush leather chair of my private suite, swirl of smoke rising from the thin cigarette between my fingers. The surveillance photos on the glass table before me were crystal clear. The lighting was dim, captured in the dark corners of the city, but the faces were unmistakable.Julian Cross. And that little rat, Lauren Vance.They were together. Again. Not just crossing paths or sharing tense glances in a crowded room, but touching. Julian’s hands were wrapped her waist with a terrifying possessiveness that made my chest tighten just looking at it. Even without his fucking memory, even with the poison Serena was secretly feeding him day by day, his body remembered her. His soul remembered her. He was sinking his teeth right back into the wrong twin, completely consumed by her all over again."You stupid, blind bastard," I whisp
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Missing Billions
Julian’s POV I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept properly in weeks, but tonight was different. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was her.Lauren.She was driving me out of my fucking mind. I sat behind the desk in my private study, staring at the closed door, waiting. The penthouse was quiet. Somewhere in the house, Serena was asleep. The woman who claimed to be my wife, the woman whose face matched the pictures on the wall, felt like a complete stranger to me. She was a ghost walking through my life, trying too hard, smiling too much, and stealing from me behind my back. I knew she was doing it. I knew she was working with Vivian Moreau to ruin me. But right now, with the city lights shining through the glass windows, I didn't give a shit about the money.I only cared about the woman who was currently sneaking down the corridor to see me.The door clicked open.Lauren stepped into the room, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a simple, oversized black shirt and loose pan
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Affair
Julian’s POV My head felt like it was splitting wide open.For the past few days, a strange, heavy dullness had been crawling through my veins. I blamed it on work. I blamed it on the stress of the cartel, on the threats from outside, on the fact that my life was turning into a fucking battlefield. I didn’t know why my body felt like it was failing me, but I didn’t have time to care.Because every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was her.Not Serena. It was never Serena. The woman downstairs who called herself my wife felt like a total stranger. No, the person rotting my brain, the one making me lose my goddamned mind, was Lauren.I stood in the dim light of my private study, staring out at the Seattle skyline. "Julian?"The soft voice from the doorway made my chest tighten. I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. My body recognized her before my brain did. The air in the room instantly changed, growing thick and heavy.I turned slowly, gripping the edge of my desk. La
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Poison Returns
Serena's POV Watching Julian and that fucking rat Lauren on the surveillance footage had done something to my brain. Seeing his hands on her, seeing the way he pressed his mouth against hers like she was the only drop of water in a desert, it made me want to rip the skin right off her face.He never looked at me like that. Not before I disappeared, and certainly not now that I was back.I stood in front of the vanity in my private dressing room, staring at my reflection. I looked perfect. The silk robe I wore cost more than Lauren made in a year dealing cards in those disgusting underground dens. But Julian didn't see the silk. He didn't see the perfection. Every time he looked at me lately, his eyes were like two pieces of flint, trying to strike a spark that just wasn't there anymore."Fucking asshole," I muttered, opening the false bottom of my velvet jewelry box.Inside lay a tiny, amber glass bottle. It was no bigger than my pinky finger, filled with a clear, viscous liquid. Viv
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Interrogation
Julian’s POVThe study was lit up with the amber glow of the desk lamp, a sharp contrast to the icy coldness radiating from the man sitting behind it. I watched her–my wife. She stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silhouette looking perfect against the Seattle skyline."Serena," I said, my
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Obsession Rekindles
Lauren’s POV It started on Tuesday.Julian didn’t say a fucking word about it, of course. He just started appearing out of nowhere. He didn't announce his presence, and he damn sure didn't acknowledge the fact that he was doing it on purpose. The first time happened right outside the security off
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Enemies Again
Julian’s POV The air in the study felt heavy and stale. It was that suffocating kind of silence that usually meant something was about to go wrong. I paced the room, the sharp click of my shoes against the wood matching the throbbing in my head. My mind felt like a locked room I couldn't open, and
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Private Safe
Lauren’s POVBreaking back into Julian’s penthouse was shockingly easy. Too easy. I still knew every blind spot, every camera loop, every guard rotation down to the minute they bitched about overtime. He was probably out hunting the last scraps of the Rossi gang—the ones who’d put Silas in that co
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