All Chapters of The Imposter Wife and the Dark Magnate.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11: Is He Okay?“No!” Aurora murmured, anticipating the pain she thought she was about to feel. It was as if her life was about to end right there, but instead, a soft sound of movement behind her made her freeze.The table she was leaning against, full of fresh vegetables, seemed to have been moved. She opened her eyes, and Andrews was right in front of her. She tried to step back, but his presence was far too close.He was so near she could feel his warmth, his body almost touching hers. He stood before her, his hand passing over her shoulder so naturally, as if it were a routine gesture, the knife in his other hand low and motionless, almost as if he were in a trance. Still, Aurora’s legs trembled like bamboo stalks.His eyes, usually intense, were dull, with a distant gleam and a slow blink, like he was sleepwalking or moved by something beyond his own will.Aurora looked up, locking eyes with him, but she couldn’t understand what she saw there. The familiarity of his

Chapter 13 – Just Casual CareAurora widened her eyes when she saw Andrews in front of her, holding her hand firmly, his gaze fixed on the deep, reddened cut that spread across her palm. For a moment, silence weighed heavily in the air.“What is this?” His voice came low but was filled with something unfamiliar.She tried to pull her hand away, but he gripped it tighter.“How did you hurt yourself like this?” His voice was different now—less sharp, but still demanding. “Are you trying to lose your hand? How did you even get such a deep wound?” He sighed heavily, still holding her hand gently.Aurora took a deep breath and raised her face to meet his eyes, a bitter smile playing on her pale lips.“Why do you think?” Her voice was laced with irony, a tone of provocation that challenged him to think.Andrews narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like games, and she knew it—but at that moment, that was all she had to defend herself.He abruptly let go of her hand and turned around, pulling

Chapter 15 – Kitchen ChaosAndrews was sleeping when a thunderous noise jolted him awake. The early morning brought with it a deafening clamor: pans falling, cutlery clashing, and cabinet doors slamming shut.Jacy, the housekeeper, frowned at the sound of the commotion in the kitchen, just like Andrews, who rushed down the stairs to the scene.“What the hell is going on down there?” she muttered, hurrying out of the hallway.Donovan, who was already having his breakfast, raised his eyebrows and put down his cup. He remained calm amid the chaos, already knowing why she was making all that fuss, even with her bandaged hand, which she could barely move.“This sounds like a hurricane…”They found Aurora in the middle of what looked like a battlefield.Pans scattered across the floor, drawers open, utensils spread everywhere. Aurora was like a whirlwind, moving quickly, grabbing knives, scissors, and any sharp or dangerous object and stuffing them into a bag.Jacy covered her mouth

Chapter 17: Reacting At Least OnceThe silence was nearly deafening. She had no choice but to follow him until he stopped near the table. Andrews let her go with a brusque gesture and crossed his arms, his dark eyes fixed on her."Do you have any idea of the embarrassment you caused?"Aurora massaged her wrist, the pain in her injured hand flaring up again."I told you this was a mistake. But you force me to work as if I were just some nobody," she said, meeting his gaze with defiance, trying to mask her true emotions.He laughed, but without humor."A nobody? No, Aurora. I just expect you to know your own limits. If you can't hold a tray, you should’ve said so. After all, you woke up full of energy, didn’t you? Made a mess without my permission and still caused a scene in there."She raised her voice, full of fury."And would you have listened? Like when you make me wash clothes even though you know I’m hurt? Or cook just to throw my food away?"Andrews remained silent for a

Chapter 19 – The Weight of PrideAurora finished cleaning everything with great difficulty. Every muscle in her body was tense, and the throbbing pain in her bandaged hand made each movement harder. But she ignored it all. Just finish, go to the bedroom, and get it over with. She repeated that to herself as she cleaned, enduring the pain.She headed toward the stairs, so distracted that she didn’t even notice Andrews still sitting on the couch as she passed through the living room. She just kept going toward the stairs, feeling relief build inside her. Finally, she could rest. He watched as she slowly climbed each step, as if her legs were weighed down.But her body couldn’t take it anymore.Halfway up, her legs gave out. Her vision darkened. The world spun before everything simply vanished. Panic filled her as she tried to steady herself by gripping the step, but she couldn’t. She lost consciousness. She could feel herself falling and braced for the pain of the impact—but the fal