All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Adrian’s POVThe laughter around the dinner table was something I hadn’t realized I missed until now. It wasn’t forced, wasn’t cautious—it was easy, natural. Even Emily, though still reserved, looked more at ease than she had since she arrived.I glanced at Sarah, watching as she gently wiped a smudge of mac and cheese from Alex’s cheek. She was in her element, smiling, laughing softly at something Julian said.She caught my gaze, her eyes meeting mine. And in that brief moment, I saw it—the quiet satisfaction, the relief, the warmth of knowing that, for tonight, things were okay.I squeezed her thighs, reached for my water with the other hand and taking a slow sip before setting the glass down. The conversation had drifted toward the kids and their adventures at the park, but my mind was already shifting to what awaited me in the study.Evidence. Proof. A way to finally put an end to Rome and Daniella’s sabotage.Julian caught my eye, as if sensing my thoughts. He gave a small nod, t

Adrian’s POVThe house was quiet by the time I made my way to our bedroom. The absence of Sarah beside me felt strange, but I knew tonight was important for her. She’d been carrying so much lately. If a girls' night could bring her even a little peace, I wouldn’t stand in the way.Still, I wasn’t used to sleeping without her anymore.I took off my shirt and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing a hand over my face. I thought back to the meeting with Emily and Julian earlier. The solid evidence Emily had presented us with was enough to disarm Rome, and maybe Daniella but I wanted something that would put him away completely.I leaned back against the headboard, my mind still racing. Emily had given us enough to corner Rome, but I knew men like him—backed into a corner, they became even more dangerous. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and scrolled through my messages. Neville had sent over a few updates from our legal team, outlining the next s

Adrian’s POVThe skyline of New York stretched before me, illuminated by the city’s endless pulse of life. I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, phone in hand, the weight of the moment pressing heavily against my shoulders."He’s here," Julian said from the doorway.I turned, nodding once. "Send him in."Julian hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping aside to allow Gregory Shaw, Blackwood Enterprises' Chief Financial Officer, to enter. Shaw was in his early fifties, a seasoned executive with a reputation for caution rather than bold moves. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, but there was tension in his jaw as he adjusted his cufflinks."Mr. Blackwood," Shaw greeted me, his voice measured."Gregory," I acknowledged, gesturing for him to take a seat. "I appreciate you coming in so late. I assume you know why I asked for this meeting?"Shaw exhaled, lowering himself into the leather chair opposite my desk. "I have an idea. But let’s not play

Adrian’s POVI paced the length of the private suite, my mind calculating every possible angle, every potential counterstrike. The city skyline stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I barely noticed the lights flickering in the distance. My focus was here, on the war we were fighting in the shadows. Every move we made had to be precise, every action timed perfectly. Rome had underestimated us. And I was going to make sure he regretted it.Julian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression tight with barely restrained fury. He was always calm under pressure, but even he couldn’t hide the anger simmering beneath the surface. Neville sat at the small dining table, laptop open, his fingers drumming against the wood in that familiar rhythm of a man who thrived on pressure. Emily sat across from him, her lawyer beside her, her hands clenched in her lap. She was nervous, but there was a new steel in her spine. She wasn’t the same woman Rome had controlled for years

Adrian's POV I sat at my desk, the weight of the last few days pressing down on me. Everything had been building to this point, every calculated move inching us closer to finally bringing Rome and Daniella down. But as I looked over the growing pile of evidence, I knew that we were getting dangerously close to the edge. This would either be the end of them—or it would mark the beginning of a far more vicious game.Julian stood across from me, his gaze fixed on the document he’d just uncovered. It was a hidden financial report from years ago, a document that would tie everything together. The pattern of manipulation, the backdoor deals, the intentional misrepresentation of Blackwood Enterprises' finances—all of it was there in black and white.“Found it,” Julian said, his voice taut with satisfaction.I leaned forward, scanning the document. It was worse than I thought. Rome had doctored these reports to hide discrepancies and misappropriated funds, funneling money into accounts tied