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chapter 12: The visit
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The Billionaire's undercover bride Chapter 14: Quiet night, hidden secrets
(Vivian’s POV) The car ride home felt unusually quiet tonight. Damian drove with his usual calm precision, hands steady on the wheel, eyes focused on the road. I sat beside him, my fingers brushing against the edge of the leather seat, feeling the familiar pull of comfort and chaos that always came with being near him. “Long day?” I asked, though I already knew the answer. He gave a short nod, his jaw tight. “Meeting ran late. Investors were… persistent.” I smiled, letting my hand rest lightly on his arm. The warmth beneath his shirt made me want to reach for him, to hold onto something solid in a world that had been anything but. When we reached the house, I noticed how still it felt. The evening lights in the living room cast a soft glow, painting long shadows across the floor. Damian hung up his coat, and I followed him inside, the quiet hum of the air conditioning filling the silence. “Do you want anything to eat?” I asked, trying to sound casual. He shook his head. “I’ll
The Billionaire's undercover bride chapter 13: The weight of proof
(Charlotte’s POV) The hum of the office was the same as always — clicking keyboards, distant chatter, the low buzz of printers grinding through paper. But underneath it all, I could feel something else. A current. A tension that never quite left, no matter how many smiles people faked around here. The glass doors hissed open, and there she was — Vivian Core. She looked different. More composed. More determined. But I could still see the shadows under her eyes, the way her hands fidgeted at her sides. Whatever she’d been doing these past weeks had carved something deep into her. “Viv,” I said, standing from my desk. “You’re actually early. That’s a first.” She smiled faintly. “I needed to talk to you. It’s about the Vale case.” Ah. That case. The one I’d so carefully handed to her — tied up with just enough ribbon to look convincing, and just enough poison to ensure she’d never pull the right thread. “Of course,” I said, motioning toward the empty meeting room. “Let’s talk.
The Billionaire's undercover bride chapter 12: The visit
(Vivian’s POV) The sound of laughter echoed down the hall before I even opened the door. “Vivi! Are you seriously living like a queen now?” I didn’t even need to see them — that voice was unmistakable. Favour. Loud, dramatic, and entirely incapable of whispering. I opened the door to find her standing there with her hands on her hips, sunglasses perched on her head, and a grin wide enough to melt anyone’s annoyance. Beside her was Esther — calm, composed, always the voice of reason, holding a tray of takeout coffee like a peace offering. “Favour,” I said, half laughing, half groaning. “Do you ever knock quietly?” “Not when my best friend suddenly becomes Mrs. Billionaire,” she shot back, brushing past me into the living room. “God, Vivi, this place is gorgeous. Look at this sofa. You could fit a small village on this thing.” Esther followed more gently, her smile small but warm. “It’s beautiful, Vivian. Really. You look good too.” “Thanks,” I said, closing the door behind the
The Billionaire's undercover bride chapter 11: the found evidences
(Vivian’s POV) It started as curiosity. Or maybe guilt disguised as duty. Either way, I told myself I wasn’t snooping — just… trying to understand the man I’d married. The night had fallen soft and quiet over the Vale mansion. Damian was still at the office, caught up in one of those late board meetings that usually left him exhausted and brooding. I’d finished dinner alone, cleared the table, and walked into his study with the intention of leaving a note. Just a note. But then I saw the drawer. The steel one under his desk — always locked, always guarded like it held the world’s last secret. I’d noticed it before, of course. Damian wasn’t careless; every movement he made was deliberate, controlled. But the day before, when he’d rushed out for a call, I’d seen him slide the key behind a stack of design journals. And tonight, that key was still there. For a long minute, I just stood there, listening to the quiet hum of the house — the faint ticking of the antique clock, the r
The Billionaire's undercover bride chapter 10: Ghosts of the past
(Damian’s POV) The sunlight slipped through the curtains in thin golden threads, cutting across the floor and touching Vivian’s hair where she sat by the window. She was already awake, legs folded beneath her, a cup of coffee balanced delicately between her hands. For a moment, I just watched her. There was something grounding about her stillness — like she carried peace where I could never seem to find it. But behind my calm gaze, my mind wasn’t still. The message from last night still burned on my phone: “Ask your wife where she was the night the breach began.” It was absurd. Baseless. And yet… the unease had rooted itself deep. Because the night of the breach was chaos — and I’d always suspected it was an inside job. Still, when she turned to look at me, smiling softly, all of that slipped away. “You’re awake early,” she said. “I didn’t sleep much.” “Bad dreams?” “Something like that.” I walked to the kitchen, poured myself coffee, and tried to shake the heaviness fr
The Billionaire's undercover bride chapter 9: The calmness behind the storm
(Damian’s POV) The city lights blurred past the window of the car as I leaned my head back against the seat. Meetings. Reports. More questions from the board. Every minute of the day had been a performance — one where I smiled, nodded, and pretended I wasn’t watching my company crumble from within. By the time I reached home, the weight behind my eyes was a steady ache. I had spent the day in armor — the CEO mask, the calm tone, the cold precision. But the moment the door closed behind me, silence hit like a wave. And she was there. Vivian stood by the window, hair loose, wearing one of my shirts that brushed her knees. The city’s silver light pooled around her, tracing her figure. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. “You’re home late,” she said softly. Her voice was calm, but her eyes searched mine like she could see the fatigue I tried to hide. I dropped my briefcase onto the console and exhaled. “The board’s in chaos,” I muttered, tugging at my tie. “Half of them thi
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