All Chapters of Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kimani’s POV I had just finished packing away the mountain of food I’d made earlier, humming to myself as I moved around the kitchen like it was my little kingdom. My body still buzzed from the laughter and energy at Malik’s, but the calm that came afterward was something else entirely. It felt good, grounding. By the time I slipped back into my room, hair loose and comfy in my silk robe, I was ready to scroll through my phone until sleep pulled me under. A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my daze. “Come in,” I called, half expecting one of the maids. Or Danielle. Instead, Alaric stepped inside. My breath caught a little. He wasn’t in one of his polished suits this time. His shirt—white, crisp, and perfectly tailored—was unbuttoned halfway down, exposing the clean lines of his chest. He looked… different. Not the intimidating CEO everyone whispered about, but something else. Something sharper, freer, more dangerous. He leaned casually against the doorframe, eyes fixed o

KIMANI The second Alaric left for his office, I practically raced up to my bedroom and grabbed my phone. My plan was alive, breathing, and about to get real. And there was only one person in the world who would understand my vision immediately. “Malik,” I said the second he answered. “Kimani.” His voice was suspiciously dramatic, like I’d interrupted him mid–opera rehearsal. “Why do you sound like a Bond villain about to reveal her evil plot?” “Because,” I said, grinning so hard my cheeks hurt, “I have a plot.” There was a beat of silence. Then, “Oh God. Who are we ruining? Is it your ex? Do I need to get my good heels for stomping purposes?” I laughed. “No heels required. I’m going undercover.” “Undercover?” His voice rose an octave. “As in… wigs? Alter egos? A tragic backstory?” “As in,” I said, pacing the room now, “Alaric’s company. I’m going to work there under a new identity. No one will know it’s me.” Another silence. Then Malik shrieked so loud I had to pul

KIMANI When I woke up, my stomach felt like it was hosting a family reunion of butterflies. Nervous wasn’t even the word—it felt like the first day of school all over again. Only this time, I wasn’t a clueless teenager. I was about to walk into my husband’s company, sit for an interview, and pretend like I wasn’t secretly married to the man who ran the entire empire. Undercover wife. Secret agent. Professional disguise wearer. Yeah, my life had turned into a TV drama. I got ready carefully, making sure the wig was snugly in place before brushing it into neat waves the way Malik had shown me. Then came the glasses. Oversized, heavy, and making me feel like I should be correcting someone’s grammar on the internet. I followed Malik’s exact makeup routine from yesterday, muttering to myself like I was reciting a spell. By the time I grabbed my bag and checked my reflection in the mirror, I almost believed I could pull it off. Almost. When I got downstairs, Alaric was already

KIMANI Monday morning came faster than I expected. I woke up with that nervous, jittery energy that made me feel like a soda can someone had shaken way too hard. My alarm had barely gone off before I was already sitting up in bed, staring at the ceiling like it owed me answers. First day at Walker Empire. First day as… not Kimani Walker, billionaire’s wife, but as my undercover alter ego. The wig went on. The glasses followed. A swipe of Malik-approved neutral lipstick sealed the look. When I checked myself in the mirror, I looked like someone who collected coupons and corrected grammar online, not someone who’d ever been in a viral wedding photo. Perfect. I crept downstairs, hoping to slip out before Alaric could give me one of his calm, unnervingly confident “You’ll do fine” speeches. But of course, he was already at the dining table, sharp in his navy suit, sipping coffee like Monday mornings didn’t even phase him. His eyes flicked up at me, lingering just long enough to mak

KIMANIThe alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. sharp, dragging me out of a dream I couldn’t quite remember. For a few seconds, I lay still, blinking at the ceiling and listening to the faint sound of water running somewhere down the hall. Alaric was already awake. Of course he was. The man probably had his internal clock wired to corporate hours.The weekend had flown by, faster than I expected, but a lot had happened in those two short days. It was strange, really. The more time I spent around him, the less he seemed like the cold, robotic CEO I once thought he was. Somewhere between the museum trip, the grocery store banter, and our chaotic cooking competition, Alaric had… softened.Not in an obvious way—he was still Alaric Walker: precise, composed, and far too analytical for his own good—but I could feel the difference. There was laughter where there used to be silence, small smiles where there used to be curt nods. He even teased me once or twice. Lightly, but it counted.And last night…