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THE BASEMENT CLUE
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2026-04-29 19:23:40
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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Wrong Wife’s Secret
Julian’s POVI stood at the window of my study, watching the rain platter on it heavily. The city lights blurred into nothing. Everything felt off. My wife—Serena, or whoever the fuck she really was these days—was slipping through my fingers, and I hated it.Silas had been waiting outside my door for twenty minutes. Good. Let the bastard sweat.When I finally called him in, he entered with that same blank mask he’d worn for years. Loyal dog. Until lately.“Close the door,” I said, not turning around.He did.I faced him slowly. “You’ve been busy.”“Handling the Dante situation like you ordered,” he replied evenly.“Bullshit.” I stepped closer. “I saw you with her in the hallway last night. Again. How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stay away from my wife?”Silas didn’t flinch. “She asked for information on the woman who took her. I gave her what I could without compromising security.”“Information.” I laughed once, a cold laugh. “You’re getting real comfortable playing kni
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Phantom Clue
Lauren’s POV I paced the living room for what felt like the hundredth time, still jumpy from Julian’s little “test” at breakfast. That drive had sat on the table like a fucking landmine. One wrong move and I’d have blown everything. My hands still itched from how close I’d come to grabbing it.I needed air that didn’t taste like Julian’s suspicion.Instead, I ended up in Serena’s old walk-in closet—the one I barely touched because it still smelled like her expensive perfumes. The jewelry case sat on the vanity like it was waiting for me. I flipped it open, mostly to kill time, mostly because my brain wouldn’t shut up about Vivian Moreau and that goddamn NEREID account.My fingers brushed against the velvet lining at the bottom. Something crinkled. I froze.A small, folded piece of paper had been tucked underneath the felt. I pulled it out slowly. It was thin, yellowed at the edges, covered in what looked like random letters and numbers scribbled in Serena’s messy handwriting.“X7K9-P
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Julian’s Trap
Lauren’s POV Breakfast was too quiet. That was the first thing I noticed. No phones were ringing. No Marcus barking orders through his headset. No guards shifting near the doors with their guns.Just me. And Julian. And thr sound of a fork scraping lightly against the porcelain plates.I sat across from him, pretending to care about the untouched food in front of me. Coffee. Eggs and bacon.Julian, on the other hand, looked perfectly at ease, which was exactly why I knew something was wrong.He cut into his food like he didn’t have someone kidnapped from his home two nights ago. Like he didn’t almost lose his mind tearing through half the city looking for me. Like he didn’t threaten to burn the world down when I disappeared.Now he was calm. Too calm. And I hated it.“So,” he said casually, like we’re discussing the weather, “I’ll be moving some materials today.”I didn't look up immediately. “Materials?”“Mm.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “Sensitive ones.”My stomach tightened.I k
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession The Woman Behind The Threat
Lauren’s POV The next morning, I woke up with my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it. The penthouse felt heavier than usual, the kind of silence that pressed down on your chest. Julian hadn’t come to bed. Again. The sheets on his side were untouched, cold as the rain beating against the Seattle windows.I dragged myself up, ignoring the ache in my muscles from yesterday’s bullshit. My throat still carried faint shadows of bruises from Melbourne, but I wasn’t about to poke at them in the mirror. Not today. I threw on a simple black sweater and jeans—Serena’s closet had plenty of options that didn’t scream “pampered bitch”—and stepped out of the bedroom.The place was locked down tighter than a fucking vault. Extra guards at the doors, cameras blinking at me. Julian stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, his phone pressed to his ear and his voice was low and sharp.“…I don’t give a shit what it costs. Double the rotations. No one breathes near this
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Caught in the Hallway
Lauren’s POVI waited until the penthouse grew quiet. Julian had left twenty minutes ago for some late-night security briefing downstairs—something about tightening the perimeter after the latest Dante's men bullshit. His voice had been clipped when he told me not to wait up, eyes still carrying that dangerous mix of suspicion and hunger from earlier. I didn’t argue. I just nodded like the good little fake wife I was supposed to be.The second the elevator doors closed behind him, I moved.With my bare feet silent on the cold marble, I slipped out of the bedroom wearing nothing but one of Serena’s stupid silk slips and a robe thrown over it. My heart was already racing as I headed toward Julian’s study. I’d seen him open that damn safe once, weeks ago, when he thought I was asleep on the couch. He’d shifted a large abstract painting on the far wall and punched in a code. I never caught the numbers, but if I could just get close enough tonight…I needed something. Anything. Leverage. P
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession THE BASEMENT CLUE
Lauren’s POV I paced the living room in bare feet, the cool tile biting into my skin with every step. Julian had disappeared into his study again after we came back from bullshit meeting at headquarters, leaving me with nothing but my racing thoughts and the ghost of that warehouse woman's voice in my head. Fifty days. NEREID. Empty the accounts or watch everything burn.I needed air that didn't smell like Julian's cologne and lies.Silas had slipped out earlier without a word, but I knew he was around somewhere. Always was. I hadn't seen him since the file room, but something told me he was already digging.My phone buzzed on the kitchen island. Unknown number. Again.I snatched it up, thumb hovering before I opened the message."The bracelet. Traffic cam caught it on her wrist. Start there. Don't be stupid."I couldn't sit on my ass waiting for Julian to snap my neck or for Serena to crawl out of whatever hole she was hiding in. I needed answers, and I needed them without Julian br
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Planning an Unplanned Trip
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE LAUREN’S POV Towards the end of the meeting, I stopped pretending to listen. The men were still talking, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. My phone was hidden low in my lap under the table as I searched things I never thought I would ever search in my life. *Noisele
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Lauren’s Suggestion
CHAPTER TWENTYLAUREN’S POVI spent half the day with Serena’s phone in my hand and dread in my throat.Nothing.Nothing useful. Nothing clear. Just gaps. Deleted chats. Deleted files. Empty spaces where answers should have been. She most definitely formatted the phone before deleting the rest of t
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
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