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Silas’s Past
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2026-04-14 18:26:50
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Storm Has Already Begun
Lauren’s POV "You're wet," Julian said."It's raining.""I know what the weather is, Lauren."My stomach dropped at the name. He did that sometimes— called me Lauren, "my middle name". "I needed air," I said, peeling off my jacket and draping it over the chair. Casual. Easy. The same tone I used to use when a poker table went sideways and I needed every man in the room to believe I wasn't rattled.His eyes moved over me slowly, from bottom to top, cataloguing every detail the way he catalogued everything—like information was currency and he never stopped collecting."You needed air," he repeated. "At midnight. In the rain.""I'm allowed to have bad nights.""You're allowed to have bad nights inside this penthouse."I met his stare and didn't flinch. "Is that an order?"Something shifted in his jaw. It was not anger, it was hat slow, quiet pressure he built before the explosion. "It's an observation."He crossed the room and set the whiskey glass down on the table between us. His ey
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Turn Between Fire and Safety
Lauren’s POV The rain started before I even reached Silas's building.Seattle didn't do light drizzles. It came down hard and heavy, soaking through my jacket before I'd made it half a block from where I'd parked. I'd told Julian I needed air. Just air. He'd looked at me the way he always did lately—like he was already three moves ahead and waiting for me to catch up—and said nothing.That silence was worse than any question.I buzzed Silas's apartment with wet fingers. The door clicked open immediately, like he'd been watching for me. Maybe he had.His place was exactly what I'd expect from him—clean lines, no clutter, a single lamp throwing amber light across the room. No excess. No performance. Nothing like the penthouse with its cathedral ceilings and Julian's suffocating wealth pressing in from every wall.Silas stood by the window, his arms crossed and he was already dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked tired. Not the kind of tired that
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Silas’s Confession
Julian's POV I heard every word.Silas thought the walls were thick enough. He thought distance was enough. It never is. Not with me.I stood in the corridor outside his apartment door for exactly four minutes before I walked away. Four minutes of listening to him hand her his heart like she had any business holding it. 'Love at first sight.' From the wedding. He'd been carrying that around for months, feeding it in silence, letting it grow.My right hand.The man I trusted with my life.I made it back to the penthouse before I let myself feel any of it.---Marcus was waiting in my office when I got in. One look at my face and he shut his mouth, set down whatever report he'd been holding, and found something urgent to study on the far wall. Smart man. He'd been with me long enough to read the difference between my moods. There was the cold that meant I was calculating. The quiet that meant someone had already been dealt with.And then there was this.He'd never seen this one before.
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Julian’s Obsession
Julian's POVShe thinks I'm asleep.I'm not.I've been lying here for the past hour, eyes half-shut, watching her through the dark. She's on her side, her back to me, but her breathing is wrong. Too shallow. Too controlled. The kind of breathing people do when they're trying very hard to look like they're not thinking.Lauren thinks a lot at night.She always has.I noticed it early, weeks before I let myself look at her the way I look at her now. She'd lie there, with the whole penthouse quiet, and I could practically hear her mind working and calculating. It was the first thing that told me she was different.The old Serena never thought that hard. The old Serena drank, schemed, and slept like a log of wood.This new Serena? She carries weight in her sleep.I shifted quietly, propping myself up on one elbow. The city's light leaked through the curtains and caught the curve of her neck, the line of her shoulder. My jaw tightened.I'd noticed the cologne three days ago.It was faint
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Man Waiting in the Dark
Lauren’s POV The penthouse felt smaller every day.Or maybe Julian just took up more space.I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Seattle, and felt him before I heard him. That was the thing about Julian Cross—you didn't need to see him coming. Your body just knew."You've been standing there for twenty minutes."I didn't turn around. "Didn't realize I now needed your permission to look out a window."His footsteps were slow and deliberate. He stopped close enough that his reflection appeared in the glass beside mine—dark eyes, jaw set, watching me watch the city."You didn't sleep last night," he said."Neither did you.""I was working.""So was I." I finally turned, and that was a mistake, because he was closer than I'd calculated. His hand came up immediately, two fingers hooking under my chin, tilting my face toward himself."You look like hell," he said. But his voice was soft when he said it. That was the dangerous version.I pulled my chin back. "Thank you. Really
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Between Fire and Air
Lauren’s POV The coffee shop Silas had picked was the kind of place nobody looked twice at.No marble countertops. No overpriced lattes with foam art. Just scuffed stools, a counter that had seen better years, and a cashier who looked like she was still half asleep. The kind of place I would have killed for on a twelve-hour poker shift, back when surviving meant showing up and not showing weakness.He was already there when I walked in, tucked into the farthest booth, back to the wall. Old habit. Smart habit. I knew it because I had the same one.I slid in across from him without a greeting."You're late," he said."Julian asked where I was going." I pulled off my coat and dropped it beside me. "Had to spend ten minutes convincing him I wanted air, not an escape route."Silas's jaw tightened slightly. He wrapped both hands around his mug and said nothing.That was the thing about him. He never pushed. Never pried. He just waited, and somehow that was worse, because it gave me nowhere
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
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.
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