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The First Kiss

Autor: Tamara Love
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-30 21:39:37

Julian’s POV

The rain pattered across the massive glass windows of my penthouse, blurring the Seattle skyline into gray and black. It was past midnight. The rest of the city was quiet, but inside these walls, the air felt thick, heavy, and hot.

I stood by the bar, pouring a glass of amber liquid I didn't even want. My mind was a complete wreck. For weeks, I had been drowning in a strange, angry confusion. The woman sleeping in my master bedroom–the woman my papers said was my wife, Serena–felt
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  • 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    Silas Gets Closer

    Silas’s POVThe thin and gray smoke from Serena’s cigarette drifted between us, in the dim light of the safe house. She sat on the edge of the leather sofa, her perfect posture was stiff and her eyes tracked my every move like a hawk. She didn't trust me. Not yet. But she would. I would make sure of that.I leaned against the heavy wooden desk, crossing my arms over my chest. Every muscle in my body felt tight and I felt a dull throb pulsing at the back of my skull where the tumor was slowly eating away at me. I ignored it. I had a job to do before the dark took me completely, and that job was keeping Lauren safe. Even if it meant making a deal with the devil sitting right in front of me."You're taking a long time to speak, Silas," Serena said, her voice dropping into that smooth, rich tone she used when she wanted to command a room. "My time isn't cheap. And keeping you hidden from Julian isn't exactly a walk in the park.""Julian doesn't know shit," I spat, letting a harsh laugh sl

  • His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession    Serena’s Watches

    Serena's POV The glowing screen of my laptop cast a harsh blue light over my face. The penthouse was dead silent, but my chest was heaving so hard I thought my ribs would snap. I stared at the grainy security footage playing on a loop. It was from the bar lounge where Julian and that little bitch Lauren were last night.My fingers dug into the edge of the desk until my fake nails bent.On the screen, Julian, my husband, had Lauren pinned against a wall. His hands were buried in her hair, pulling her face up to his like he was a starving man and she was his only salvation. And her? The street rat was kissing him back, her hands gripping his shirt like she belonged there."You fucking bastard," I whispered, the words scraping against my throat.They looked desperate. They looked completely and violently consumed by each other.I slammed the laptop shut. The sharp crack echoed through the bedroom, but it didn't stop the image from burning into the back of my eyelids.My sister. My cheap

  • His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession    The Betrayal Begins

    Julian’s POV What the fuck did I just do?I pulled my mouth away from hers so fast my shoes slipped slightly on the hardwood floor. My chest was heaving, my heart was pounding against my ribs. The taste of her, the sweet and entirely too familiar, lingered on my tongue, burning badly.Lauren stayed pinned against the pillar, her eyes wide in the dim light of the living room. Her lips were swollen and wet, parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her small hands were still hooked around the back of my neck, her fingers trembling against my skin. For a second, just a split second, the raw hunger in my gut roared back to life. I wanted to lean right back in, destroy the distance between us, and ruin both of our lives tonight.Then, the cold reality of my life crashed back into my head like a physical blow."Fuck," I muttered, ripping myself completely out of her space. I turned my back on her, rubbing a hand roughly over my face. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't look at the way her ha

  • His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession    The First Kiss

    Julian’s POV The rain pattered across the massive glass windows of my penthouse, blurring the Seattle skyline into gray and black. It was past midnight. The rest of the city was quiet, but inside these walls, the air felt thick, heavy, and hot.I stood by the bar, pouring a glass of amber liquid I didn't even want. My mind was a complete wreck. For weeks, I had been drowning in a strange, angry confusion. The woman sleeping in my master bedroom–the woman my papers said was my wife, Serena–felt like a total stranger. But the girl currently sitting on the long leather couch across the room? She was the one driving me insane.Lauren was staring at a stack of printed reports Marcus had brought over earlier. She wasn’t a corporate executive. She didn't know the first thing about complex mergers or offshore banking tricks. But she had been sitting there for three hours, stubbornly turning the pages anyway, trying to find any mention of her sister's disappearance."You're going to burn a ho

  • His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession    Leaning In

    Lauren's POVThe thing about comfort is that it sneaks up on you.You don't notice it happening. One day you're sleeping on someone's couch with one eye open, heart still raw and bleeding from a life you got thrown out of, and then somehow—without you ever making a conscious decision—you're sleepi

  • His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession    Cracks in the Mask

    Lauren’s POV Living with Silas felt like dangerous comfort. Every day I told myself I’d find my own place soon, but the eviction notice on my old apartment and the stack of rejected job applications said otherwise. His place was quiet and cozy. It smelled like bacon and coffee most mornings.He d

  • 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 t

  • 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.Retr

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