All Chapters of Mr. Reynolds, your wife is an imposter : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena's POVHe caught me staring.I blinked, lips stretching into a smile...too late to look away now. Besides, if I wanted him to like me, why not let him see I liked him first?Noah raised an eyebrow, his voice low with amusement. “Why are you staring at me?”My smile widened. “Because you’re really handsome.”Yup. I actually said that. Out loud. In front of him and not just in my head. I was getting pretty bold. But I wasn’t lying; he was breathtaking. Noah’s face flushed slightly with a light shade of pink, and he let out a cough, his gaze flicking back to the screen.Fuck, was he...blushing?I could have let out a high squeal in joy. Noah Reynolds was blushing! God. He looked even hotter blushing.I propped my chin on my palm, still watching him. Was he even aware of how perfect his face was? People in my line of business spend hours, or even days to make their faces like this; perfect, to attract other rich people But he just got it for free. Good genes perhaps. “Stop sta

Elena’s POVNoah just arrived like a knight in shining armor…Only, he wasn’t wearing armor, and he didn’t have a sword. But the way he walked towards me; shoulders squared, eyes burning cold...he might as well have stepped out of an action movie.I’d already stopped struggling. The men holding me turned to look at him too, tension slicing through the air like a blade.“I said, let her go,” he repeated, his voice sharp and cold enough to make the temperature drop a few degrees, and it did. The men exchanged glances, then looked back at Noah. It was clear they didn’t know who he was.“…And what if we say no?” the gruff one asked, stepping forward like he ruled the damn jungle. He let go of me just to puff his chest and face Noah like a cartoon villain.They were the same height, but the guy was bulkier. Bigger.Stronger? Oh God please no.My heart wasn’t pounding for myself anymore...it was for Noah.He was rich. Polished. Elegant. What the hell did he know about fighting on the streets

Noah’s POV I couldn’t stop smiling the whole ride back to my mansion. Not that I was even trying. Layla was nothing like I expected. Not the typical heiress with plastic smiles and high expectations. Not the kind of girl who fawned over every move I made, desperate for validation. She was... different. And that made her dangerously interesting. Maybe this marriage arrangement wasn’t such a terrible idea after all. When I first heard about the engagement to Layla Campbell, I laughed in disbelief. Then I threw a fit. My family knew I wasn’t the type to settle down, especially not with some power-hungry heiress who saw me as a trophy...a wallet, a name, and nothing more. But Grandfather insisted. He said it was the only way he’d agree to real psychiatric treatment. It was the first time in years he spoke to me so clearly...without confusing names or forgetting where he was. He told me he made a promise over fifteen years ago to the Campbells. A union. A merging of families. I

Elena’s POV My phone rang. I didn’t need to check the screen. My heart had already leaped, skipped, and nearly crashed into my ribs. It’s him. "Hey, you." My breath caught. Hearing his voice again after days of silence did something to me something dangerous. I tried to hold on to my pride, but it was slipping through my fingers like water. “Hi…” My voice came out way higher than intended, and I immediately cringed. Ugh. Smooth, Elena. Real smooth. A deep, amused chuckle rolled through the speaker. It was warm, rich, and far too unfair. I could almost see the smirk on his face, the way his eyes probably crinkled when he laughed. That rare sound...Noah Reynolds laughing; was criminally attractive. He shouldn’t laugh like that. It was the kind of laugh that could ruin women… and I was already halfway ruined. “Alright, you’ve had your fill,” I said, forcing a mock-annoyed tone while I resumed walking toward the store. “You said you were going to call. It’s been three

Elena’s POVI cleaned up pretty well...well, as well and as fast as I could, anyway.Jack’s unexpected return; or more accurately, his arrival...had thrown me completely off... completely. Never had I imagined I was going to see him again...not like this, not here. A sigh escaped my lips as I walked to the mirror. It's been six years, he looked a lot older. More mature. He was probably higher in rank now...maybe that was why he was here. But I couldn't afford to think of him now. Now when things in my life were finally going great "These past few years really worked wonders for you, Jack," I muttered under my breath, checking out myself at the mirror. These past few years have been rough. I had been running around different countries, trying to piss people off or not... either way, I do it. "Elena stop it." I shook my head, staring at the mirror. "Jack had probably moved on, and you...you need to stop thinking about him." He was getting into my head way too much. Like, I hadn