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2026-07-11 08:52:45
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His fake wife, their real obsession Chapter 32
Lydia’s POVThe rain had turned the limestone facade of the Diamond Hearth Club into a dark, weeping fortress. I stepped out of the back of the town car, the cold wind immediately catching the hem of my camel-hair coat and whipping it against my calves. I didn’t wait for the driver to hold the umbrella. I took it from his hand, my fingers gripping the curved silver handle so hard the metal bit into my palm. Ahead of me, the double iron-gated doors of the city's most exclusive private club stood closed. To anyone else, they were a symbol of generational wealth, a barrier designed to keep the unwashed masses of the city at bay. To me, today, they were a lifeline. Arthur Pendleton was inside. He was the only board member of Miller Logistics who hadn't immediately turned off his phone when Clara's press conference aired. He owed my father a debt, and more importantly, his bank held the liquidity I needed to bypass the frozen domesti
His fake wife, their real obsession Chapter 31
The platinum-trimmed fountain pen felt heavy between my fingers, a cold anchor against the suffocating tension vibrating through the glass-walled boardroom. At the far end of the long mahogany table, Harrison, the Chief Financial Officer, cleared his throat. It was a dry, scraping sound that instantly drew twenty pairs of anxious eyes away from me and toward his end of the room. He didn’t look up from his screen. His fingers rapped a frantic, irregular rhythm against his tablet. "We need the final authorization token for the maritime insurance wire, Lydia," Harrison said, his voice tightly wound, bare of the usual deferential warmth he offered the CEO’s chair. "The Rotterdam freighter won't clear dock without the clearance code attached to the corporate black account. The port authority gave us a hard deadline of noon." "I am aware of the clock, Harrison." My voice cut through the low murmur of the room, steady and cool, though the back of my neck burned beneath the collar of
His fake wife, their real obsession Chapter 30
Lydia's POV The cold red glow of the tactical alert on Kian’s wrist began to fade, but the chill it left behind in the room remained, thick and absolute.I sat on the edge of the velvet bar, my bare skin suddenly goose-pimpled, the warm, wet afterglow of our passion evaporating into the freezing air of the suite. Cassian was already moving, his heavy combat boots hitting the floor as he snatched his gray trousers and threw them on, his face hardened into a mask of pure, lethal concentration. Kian stood by the marble table, his chest bare, his knuckles white as he gripped the edges of the tactical tablet."Cast it to the main screen," Zane commanded. His voice was a low, guttural vibration that carried the weight of a military order. He was already buttoning his dark shirt, his eyes never leaving the tablet.Kian’s thumb swiped across the glass.In the corner of the VIP suite, the massive, eighty-inch flat screen mounted to the dark-
His fake wife, their real obsession Chapter 29
Lydia's POV The echo of Kian’s tablet chiming in the corner was entirely drowned out by the thunderous pulse of my own heartbeat. We didn't look at the screen. The air in the VIP suite was too thick, too heavily saturated with the scent of cedarwood, leather, and the raw, intoxicating heat of our bodies. The victory over Julian and Vanessa had unlocked something feral in us, a dark, demanding hunger that couldn't be satisfied by a single climax. The adrenaline was a drug, running hot and violent through my veins, and I wanted more. I wanted to be consumed. Cassian didn't give me a chance to breathe. His large, tattooed hands clamped around my waist, his grip so firm and possessive it left burning imprints on my bare skin. With one effortless, powerful lift, he hoisted me off the plush velvet sofa. My breath hitched as the world tilted, my heels dragging against the dark cushions before he set me down
His fake wife, their real obsession Chapter 28
Lydia's POV The cool, leather-scented air of the VIP suite brushed against my bare skin, a stark, bracing contrast to the feverish heat pulsing through my veins. I stood completely unburdened in the center of the room. The liquid-black silk of my dress lay forgotten in a dark pool around my ivory stilettos, leaving me exposed under the heavy, amber glow of the crystal chandelier. Every muscle in my body felt alive, charged with the electric current of a double victory that had left me standing at the very top of my world. Julian was broken. Vanessa was ruined. And now, the real rulers of this city’s underbelly were waiting for my next move. I didn't feel vulnerable. I felt dangerous. Slowly, deliberately, I walked over to the deep, plush velvet sofa that lined the back wall of the suite. The dark fabric was cool against my thighs as I sat back, draping one arm lazily over the curved leather backre
His fake wife, their real obsession Chapter 27
Lydia's POV The heavy mahogany door clicked shut with a dull, final thud, instantly slicing through the high-pitched, hysterical shrieks of Vanessa Elsworth as she was hauled down the private corridor in steel cuffs. For several seconds, her muffled, desperate curses continued to vibrate through the solid wood, a pathetic, dying echo of a woman who had spent three years building an empire of stolen wealth only to watch it collapse into the dirt in a single, devastating heartbeat . Clack. Clack. Clack. The sound of dripping water from the overturned champagne bucket tapped against the black marble floor, a slow, rhythmic metronome in the sudden, suffocating silence of the VIP suite. The ice cubes spilled across the stone were already melting under the warm, amber glow of the crystal chandelier, forming a shallow pool that mirrored the flashing neon blue and crimson lights bleeding through the tinted glass panels from the cr
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