All Chapters of Claimed By The Billionaire At The Altar : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KIMANI A week had passed since the quarterly checkup at the company, and I could finally breathe again. Nobody suspected a thing — not even the nosy ones in accounting who seemed to know what everyone had for breakfast. My cover as Dawn was still intact, and honestly, I was a little proud of myself. Every morning I’d leave the mansion dressed in my little office disguise — the wig, glasses, and dull-colored skirts that made me blend perfectly with the corporate walls of Walker Enterprises. By day, I was Dawn Matthews, efficient and polite. By night, I was Kimani Walker — wife of the boss himself. The duality was strangely fun, like living in two worlds that were never meant to touch. And through all of it, Alaric hadn’t slipped once. He played his role perfectly. In the office, he barely acknowledged me beyond a polite nod. But at home, the man was attentive — thoughtful even. Sometimes, I’d catch him glancing at me during dinner, his expression calm but his eyes saying something

KIMANI It started subtly. At first, I thought I was imagining it—the way Alaric’s eyes would linger a little too long when I spoke, the quiet glances I’d catch when he thought I wasn’t looking. But over the past few days, those fleeting moments had grown frequent enough to make my pulse skip in the most inconvenient ways. Every time we were in the same room, it felt like there was an invisible thread pulling my attention toward him. Whether we were reading after dinner or crossing paths in the hallway, my eyes somehow found his. And worse—his found mine. The worst part? I didn’t hate it. If anything, I found myself waiting for it. Looking forward to it. This morning, he’d been in the dining room before me, his usual calm composure in place, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he read the day’s report. There was a cup of coffee beside his hand, steam curling in the early light. “Good morning,” I greeted, walking in with my tablet. He looked up, and there it was—that s

KIMANI It was finally happening — the day my dad and Alaric would officially meet. All week, the thought had fluttered around in the back of my mind, somewhere between excitement and nerves. It wasn’t that I doubted either of them — they were both composed, dignified men — but still, my father meeting my husband made everything feel even more real. The hours slipped by too quickly, and before I knew it, evening had arrived. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning as I stood before the mirror in my room. I smoothed my hands over the red off-shoulder gown I’d picked out earlier — it hugged my body in all the right places, elegant yet modest, stopping just above my knees. The fabric shimmered slightly under the soft lighting, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to smile. “Not bad, Kimani. Not bad at all,” I murmured to my reflection. My nerves fluttered in my stomach like restless birds as I pinned my hair into a half-up style, letting soft cu

KIMANI The sound of soft chatter and laughter echoed faintly from down the hallway before the lounge doors opened. Danielle appeared, elegant as ever, leading my trio of chaos—Malik, Zendaya, and Denise—into the room. “Mrs Kimani, your friends are here,” Danielle announced politely before stepping aside with a small smile. “Finally!” I exclaimed, standing up from the couch. “Girl!” Zendaya squealed, rushing over before I could take another step. She enveloped me in a tight hug that almost knocked the air out of my lungs. “Do you know how much we missed you?” Denise wasn’t far behind, giggling as she joined in, wrapping her arms around both of us. “You literally went undercover and forgot us commoners existed!” “I did not!” I protested, laughing. “I’ve just been… busy.” Malik, of course, took his sweet time strolling in, hands shoved in his pockets and an exaggerated grin on his face. “Busy being rich, famous, and mysterious. You know, the usual.” I rolled my eyes as Zendaya a

KIMANI Alaric had traveled for business, which meant it was just me in the house — quiet, echoing, and far too big for one person. The first morning he left, I woke up to silence. No sound of footsteps in the hallway, no faint clinking of his coffee mug, no rustle of papers as he read through his morning emails at the table. Just… silence. I sat at the dining table with a plate of toast and eggs that I barely touched. The seat across from me felt too empty. It was ridiculous, really — it had only been a few days, and yet I couldn’t help but notice how used to having him around I’d become. It wasn’t like we talked endlessly or filled the air with laughter. Alaric wasn’t that type. But his presence had a weight — a quiet, steady comfort that I didn’t realize I’d started depending on until it was gone. His rational questions during breakfast, the way he’d sometimes raise a brow at my sarcasm, or that tiny ghost of a smile that would tug at his lips whenever I said something he