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Streets and Shadows
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2026-05-19 12:26:37
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Streets and Shadows
Lauren’s POV The eviction notice was taped crookedly across my apartment door.FINAL NOTICE.Three words.That was all it took to erase whatever pathetic little stability I had left.Rain soaked through my hoodie as I ripped the paper down, my fingers trembling hard enough to tear the corner. The hallway smelled like mold and cigarettes. Somewhere downstairs, a baby cried while a couple screamed at each other in Spanish.Home sweet fucking home.I unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment I used to think was depressing before I ever touched Julian’s world.Now it felt like a coffin.The mattress on the floor looked smaller somehow. The flickering kitchen light buzzed overhead while water dripped steadily from the leaking sink.I stared at the eviction notice again.Three days.Three fucking days.Jake had cleaned out every cent in my savings before he died. Whatever cash I’d hidden was gone. The diner barely paid enough to survive, and every interview I attended ended the same
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Impostor’s Throne
Lauren’s POV I woke with the weight of last night's decision pressing on my chest like a loaded gun. My eyes snapped open to the penthouse ceiling. Today was the day. No more lies, no more half-truths. Julian deserved the absolute truth, even if it destroyed me. The blackmailer’s final threat still burned in my mind—transfer the money or she exposes everything. But I couldn’t steal from him. I wouldn’t. Not from the man who'd become more than Serena's monster husband to me.My hands trembled as I dressed in one of Serena’s simpler robes, the silk sliding over my skin like a reminder of everything I’d borrowed. I walked toward his study, my bare feet silent on the cold floors. The penthouse was quiet, morning light slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning everything gold and sharp. I rehearsed the words again and again: 'I’m not Serena. I’m Lauren. They forced me into this after she disappeared. I never wanted any of it… until I fell for you.' My heart hammered so h
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Storm Surge
Lauren’s POVThe call cut off, but the sound of that woman’s voice stayed trapped inside my skull.“Transfer the first batch of the money or Julian gets everything tomorrow.”My hand shook so badly I almost dropped the burner phone onto the marble floor.Jesus Christ.Forty-eight hours had become twenty-four.No.Less than that.I stared at the dark screen, my chest tightening so hard it hurt to breathe. My reflection stared back at me from the penthouse windows—Serena’s face, Lauren’s fear.The worst part?I did not even know if the woman was bluffing anymore.DNA results.Passport logs.Offshore files.Everything kept closing in around me like steel walls.The elevator dinged softly behind me.I froze as I heard the slow footsteps.I would have recognized those slow, graceful footsteps even in my dreams.Julian.I did not turn immediately. I couldn’t. My face would have betrayed me too quickly.His low, calm voice came from behind me, “You’ve been standing there for five minutes.”I
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Breaking Point
Lauren’s POV I barely felt my fingers anymore.The glow from Julian’s monitors burned into my eyes as I sat in his study at almost four in the morning, trying to force my breathing to stay steady while encrypted windows flashed across the screen.Password.Authentication failed.Retry.Retry.Retry.My burner phone suddenly buzzed against the desk.I froze. Every nerve in my body tightened before I grabbed it and opened the message.'48 hours left.'That was it. No threat this time, just a countdown.My stomach twisted so violently I thought I might throw up right there on Julian’s keyboard.Forty-eight fucking hours.Vivian was done playing games.I rubbed both hands over my face and forced myself to focus on the offshore portal again. My fingers flew over the keyboard, years of surviving underground poker rooms making me fast under pressure. I knew how to keep moving while panic tried to eat me alive.Another firewall appeared.“Fuck.”I leaned back in the chair, exhaustion clawing
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Converging Threads
Lauren’s POVSilas called me at 1:13 a.m.Not my regular phone. The hidden one buried inside the lining of my old poker jacket—the one I’d shoved into the back of Serena’s closet like pretending it didn’t exist would somehow erase the mess my life had become.The vibration nearly stopped my fucking heart.Julian was asleep beside me. Or at least I thought he was.I slid carefully from the bed, my naked skin cold against the marble floor, and grabbed the jacket before slipping into the bathroom. The second the door clicked shut, I answered.“What?” I whispered harshly.Silas exhaled once. “You need to hear this now.”The tension in his voice made my stomach tighten. Silas was controlled even when bullets were flying. If he sounded like this, something was wrong.I locked the bathroom door. “What happened?”“I confirmed it,” he said quietly. “Vivian Moreau’s shell companies overlap with Dante’s old offshore channels.”Cold spread through my chest.“What?”“She’s been moving money throug
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Mirror Image
Lauren’s POV I knew something was wrong the second Mara brought the package upstairs.She hesitated at the bedroom door before handing it to me, which never happened. Nothing unsettled the staff in Julian’s penthouse unless blood was involved.“It arrived through private courier, ma’am,” she said carefully. “No return address.”My stomach tightened.The box was small, black and looked expensive. “You can leave it,” I murmured.Mara nodded quickly and disappeared. The second the door shut, I stared at the package like it might explode.Then I saw the handwriting.My breath caught so hard it hurt.I knew this handwriting even in my sleep. Even after all these years, I knew Serena’s handwriting instantly. Sharp loops. Dramatic slant. My fingers went numb.“No,” I whispered.Julian was downstairs taking a call with Marcus. I could faintly hear his voice carrying through the penthouse. I had minutes at best.I ripped the package open and a gold locket dropped into my palm.I stopped b
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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