All Chapters of His Hidden Game: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The car rolled into the garage. Julian stepped out, straightening his jacket. “Next time anything involving Violet happens, I want every detail.”“Got it.” Craig stayed where he was, watching Julian disappear into the elevator before letting out a quiet breath. He’d never expected Violet to keep her mouth shut about what had gone down at that hotel—and he hadn’t seen the boss this pissed in years.Upstairs, the living room lights were still on. That was Julian’s habit—he hated coming home to a pitch-black place.Mrs. Jones, the housekeeper, came over to take his coat. “Ms. Violet’s waiting in the side lounge.”Julian loosened his tie as he walked in that direction. The moment he stepped in, he froze.Violet was there, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. She turned her head and smiled. “You’re back.”She started to get up, but he said flatly, “Stay.”He crossed the room, and as he passed behind her, his gaze snagged on the back of her neck. The high collar di

Before Violet could respond, Lydia was already talking, her tone bright and falsely warm. “Julian’s in the backyard with the others. Come on, I’ll grab you something to wear.”She sounded friendly enough, but her eyes quietly scanned Violet from head to toe—smiling, yet full of silent judgment.Violet’s loose, casual outfit hid every curve, her hair tied neatly in a ponytail. To someone seeing her for the first time, she might’ve looked more like a housekeeper than the wife of Julian Ashford.Lydia bit back a laugh. If she weren’t halfway pretty, people would probably mistake her for staff.“Thanks,” Violet said politely, unaware of the malice flickering behind Lydia’s smile. She followed her through the sprawling house, turning corner after corner, passing a massive living room before finally arriving at a large, nearly empty room.One entire wall was covered in mirrors, giving the illusion of endless space. The rest was minimal—just a few decorative plants and two long, wheeled rack

Julian set his glass down, his long, narrow eyes cutting toward the man who’d just spoken.His lips pressed into a hard line—then his hand slid down and found Violet’s, fingers closing around hers.Henri didn’t notice the sudden tension that swept the table; he was too busy lifting his drink and laughing to himself.Antoine snapped his fingers sharply. “Hey. Watch your mouth. One wrong word from you and you’ll screw up a deal worth millions.”Henri turned back lazily, unfazed. “Relax. Just saying she looked familiar, that’s all.”They spoke in French, the words quick and smooth.“Familiar?” Antoine arched a br

When Felix came back balancing a plate of lamb chops, only Lydia was there. “Uh… where’s Violet?” he asked, looking around.Lydia shrugged casually. “No idea.”Something about the party suddenly felt off—there were fewer people outside than before, and the music had softened to a low hum. Felix frowned, handing Lydia the plate. “Here, take this for a sec—”She pushed it right back into his hands. “How am I supposed to eat if you’re not holding it? I’ve got a glass in my hand.”He sighed, giving up. “Fine. Let’s sit over there, then.”As they

“Why not call the cops? Aren’t you the type who goes after people? Or did he drive you crazy?” Felix snapped first.Lydia kept staring at the floor. “What about my reputation? You know how the tabloids would spin this.”“Afraid? You forget Julian owns a media outlet—who’d dare print crap with him around?” Felix started, then his face twisted. “Or do you want me to deal with him myself? Fine—tell me WHICH hand touched you. Or both? I’ll cut the bastard’s hands off.”Lydia’s mouth fell open—he was serious, his eyes were rimmed red with anger.Just then, Henri’s phone buzzed, breaking the tense silence. Julian moved fast, rifled through Henri’s pockets, checked the incoming number and silenced it.“Don’t do anything rash right now. Get this guy moved downstairs,” Julian ordered. He called up only Craig and Jay—plan was to get Henri into the elevator and down to the parking level, out of sight, fetch a doctor, then bring Antoine in and figure out next steps. Subtle, less attention-grabb