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Chapter 40
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2026-04-13 09:55:49
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The Imposter in my bed Chapter 45
The ghost Vows~Tara's POV~The Jackson estate doesn't look like a home today. It looks like a crime scene covered in fifty thousand dollars' worth of white orchids.I am standing in the back of the grand hall, wearing a stiff, high-collared gray uniform Alice forced me into this morning to hide the huge purple handprint Victor left on my neck. My hands are covered in white cotton serving gloves, balancing a heavy silver tray of champagne flutes.I am serving drinks at my own husband's wedding. Again."Wipe that dead look off your face, Tara," Alice hisses, appearing silently beside me. "There are photographers from Vogue in the living room. Smile.""I am smiling on the inside, Alice," I say, my voice flat and freezing.Alice glares at me. "Just keep your mouth shut and pass out the drinks."She marches away to bark orders at the catering staff. I grip the edges of the silver tray until my knuckles ache, stepping out into the transformed living room.It is a sea of absolute, sickenin
The Imposter in my bed Chapter 44
The Dead Weight~Tara's POV~"Drop it now, Eva," I whisper, wiping down the marble island.Through the massive kitchen windows, I see the white catering van idling in the driveway. The side panel reads Elite Event Rentals.Victor is leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms crossed over his shirt vest, his eyes tracking my every movement. I haven't been out of his sight for three days. He is sweating, shifting his weight constantly, his eyes darting to every shadow. The psychological warfare is working...he is completely unraveling....but it makes him dangerous. Like a cornered rabid dog."Oops," Eva says loudly.She trips over the edge of the floor mat. The huge silver tray in her hands, loaded with thirty crystal champagne flutes, hits the tile floor.The crash is deafening. Glass shatters like a bomb going off, spraying across the kitchen."Are you kidding me?!" Alice screams, rushing in from the hallway. "Do you know how much those cost, you stupid girl?"Victor f
The Imposter in my bed Chapter 43
The Warden and the Ghost~Tara's POV~The rules changed overnight.I am no longer allowed in the dining room. I am banned from the second floor. My entire existence has been confined to the basement, the laundry room, and the servants' corridors. Lea's paranoia has locked the house down like a maximum-security prison.But that isn't the worst part.The worst part is the shadow walking two steps behind me.Victor.Every time I carry a laundry basket down the hall, I hear the squeak of his boots. I feel the heat of his gaze boring into the back of my neck. My skin crawls so violently I feel sick to my stomach. This is the man who cut the wires on my plane. This is the man who condemned me to burn alive in a metal tube, and now I have to politely say "Excuse me" when I squeeze past him in the hallway."Tara."A hand grabs my apron strings and yanks me backward into the narrow, dark linen closet.I nearly scream, but a hand clamps over my mouth. It's Eva."Don't make a sound," Eva bre
The Imposter in my bed Chapter 42
The Cracks in the Glass~Lea's POV~I keep my breathing perfectly even, my eyes slitted just enough to see through the darkness of the master bedroom.The door clicks shut.It is nearly four in the morning. Alexander doesn't turn on the lamps. He doesn't take off his clothes. He walks slowly to the edge of the mattress, the moonlight slicing across his broad shoulders, and he collapses onto the edge of the bed.He drops his head into his hands. His fingers dig into his hair, gripping the roots so hard his knuckles turn white. A shuddering, ragged exhale rips through his chest.I lie perfectly still under the sheets, but my heart kicks into a violent, panicked beat.I have lived with this man for three years. I have seen him angry. I have seen him cold, indifferent, and ruthlessly corporate. I have never seen him look like this.He looks completely unguarded. Raw. He looks utterly devastated, like a man who just watched his entire world burn to ash and is entirely powerless to stop i
The Imposter in my bed Chapter 41
The Breaking Point~Alexander's POV~I am losing control.I can feel it slipping through my fingers like water. Every time I see Tara in the hallway, every time I have to speak to her coldly while my chest caves in, every time Lea touches my arm while Tara is in the room....a new, twisted crack forms in my mind.I have maintained this psychopathic performance for three years through sheer, brutal requirement. But it is rusting.I am lying flat on my back in the master bedroom, staring at the vaulted ceiling. Next to me, Lea shifts in her sleep, the silk sheets rustling. Her arm flops over my chest.A wave of pure, focused nausea hits the back of my throat. I carefully lift her arm by the wrist, as if handling a venomous snake, and drop it back onto her side of the mattress.I slide out of the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor.I had a dream tonight. For the first time in a thousand days, it wasn't a nightmare about the plane crash. I dreamt that I pulled Tara into m
The Imposter in my bed Chapter 40
The Starving Man~Alexander's POV~I haven't turned a page of this magazine in twenty minutes.I am sitting in the wingback leather chair in the corner of the library, the afternoon sun pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I am supposed to be reading a profile on overseas flight investments.Instead, I am watching my wife.Tara is polishing the lower shelves of the bookcases across the room. She is wearing that hideous, shapeless gray uniform Lea forces the staff into, the one designed to hide every curve and swallow every ounce of femininity.It doesn't work. Not on her.She reaches up to dust a top shelf, rising slightly on her toes. The heavy fabric pulls taut, outlining the sudden, breathtaking curve of her hips and the long, elegant line of her legs. A stray wisp of chestnut hair has escaped her severe bun, sticking to the wet, graceful slope of her neck.A deep, animalistic ache pools low in my gut. It hits me so hard I actually stop breathing.I am starving. I have
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