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His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Digital Ghosts
Lauren’s POV The clock read 2:47 a.m.I sat hunched over Julian's laptop in the dark corner of his study, the glow of the screen the only light and my pulse so loud in my ears I was convinced it could wake him. The bedroom was forty feet away. He was sleeping—or at least pretending to. With Julian, I could never be sure.My fingers moved carefully and deliberately. One wrong keystroke and the whole system would flag. I'd spent three nights learning the pattern of his encryption, watching over his shoulder during those fake "come sit with me while I work" moments that he thought were about control and that I was weaponizing for survival. Tonight, it was finally paying off.The first layer cracked open.I exhaled so quietly it barely moved the air.NEREID. There it was—the account name sitting in the directory like it had been waiting for me. Offshore. Encrypted. Protected by at least two more authentication walls I hadn't gotten to yet. But I was in the first portal. That was someth
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Tangled Sheets
Lauren’s POV I didn’t even make it to the bed.Julian’s mouth crashed into mine the second the study door clicked shut behind us, his hands already shoving the silk robe off my shoulders. The fabric pooled at my feet like it had no right to be there. I gasped against his lips, tasting whiskey and that raw edge he always carried when the day had tried to fuck with him.“Julian—” “Shut up,” he growled, but there was no real bite in it. Not tonight. His fingers dug into my hips, lifting me onto the edge of his massive desk. Papers scattered. I didn’t care. Neither did he.He stepped between my thighs, spreading them wide, and kissed me slower this time. Deeper. Like he was trying to pull every secret out of me with his tongue. My hands fisted in his shirt, yanking it open so buttons flew across the floor. I ran my palms over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the scar near his ribs.“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he muttered against my throat. His teeth grazed the spot that always made
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Echoes of the Past
Silas’s POVI stared at the cracked screen of my laptop in the dim glow of my apartment. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as the last encryption layer peeled away. Finally. Weeks of digging through Dante Rossi’s hidden files, and it was all spilling out now.The first photo loaded. There she was. Serena—laughing, her head thrown back and her arms wrapped around Dante’s neck like he was the only man in the goddamn world. She was really cheating on Julian. His hand sat low on her waist and fingers digging into that designer dress she wore. The venetian lights blurred in the background. Another click, another picture and there they were kissing. My jaw tightened.“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath.I hit play on the first voice recording. Dante’s right hand man, some gravel-voiced prick named Marco, spoke low and clear.“She was never his pawn, boss. Serena? Nah. She was his weakness. He chose her over that alliance with the Koreans. Turned down twenty million clean just
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Fractured Trust
Lauren’s POV The coordinates came through at 11:47 a.m.No message. No name. Just a pin drop from a number I'd memorized and never saved, tucked inside a calendar reminder labeled 'dry cleaning' so Julian's men wouldn't blink if they went through my phone. Which they did. Regularly. I'd stopped being surprised by that weeks ago.I told Marcus I needed air. He sent one of Julian's newer guys with me—a quiet, wide-shouldered man named Reeves who'd replaced Silas's slot in the rotation without anyone saying Silas's name out loud. I lost Reeves near Pike Place inside four minutes. Old habit. You don't survive underground poker rooms without knowing how to disappear in a crowd.The dead-drop was a parking garage on Third. Level two, northeast column, behind a loose concrete panel that had probably been used for exactly this kind of thing since before I was born.The envelope was thin. No bigger than my palm.I slid it into my jacket and didn't look inside until I was three blocks away,
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Closer
Lauren’s POV The study smelled like him.That was the problem. Cedar and whiskey and something masculine, something I'd started associating with safety, which was its own kind of insanity. I sat at the edge of his desk chair, my fingers close to the keyboard, and told myself for the hundredth time that this was just checking things out.Just checking things out. Get access. Get out. Save yourself.Except my hands wouldn't move.Three days since I'd left something in here on purpose—my phone charger the first time, a bracelet the second. Three days of Julian watching me like he was waiting for me to crack wide open and confess everything.The cursor blinked on his screen. The login prompt sat there, blank and waiting. Julian's second-tier access. I'd gotten as far as the username field twice now before something—footsteps, a door, my own cowardice—pulled me back.I tried again.'J. Cross / Username.'The second prompt loaded immediately. 'Authentication required. Proceed with regist
His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession Dangerous Distractions
Lauren’s POV My burner phone suddenly lit up the dark bedroom. It was 3:07 a.m. I snatched it before the vibration could wake the whole penthouse.The woman’s face filled the screen—sharp cheekbones, blood-red lips, that same cold smile she’d worn in the warehouse. Her voice came through in a low, crisp message.“Time’s up, fake Serena. Hack Julian’s offshore accounts or I send the DNA results and passport logs to him by Friday. Clock’s ticking.”I deleted it instantly, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. No more stalling. No more hoping this bitch would disappear. If I didn’t move, everything would blow up—Julian would find out I wasn’t Serena, my parents would burn, and God knows what would happen to the real Serena. Or me.I needed to get closer. His office. His laptop. His trust. And the fastest way to lower his guard was the one thing that always worked between us.I slipped out of bed, my legs shaky, and grabbed the black silk robe that barely
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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