From Fake Wife To Untouchable Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I stared at the courthouse screen, my fingers frozen above the keyboard. “Try again,” I told the clerk quietly. The young woman behind the counter frowned but typed the names once more.Vincent Carter.Daphne Harper.The result appeared instantly. No record found. “That can’t be right,” I whispered. My heart started beating faster. “Please check again. We registered our marriage three years ago.” The clerk shook her head apologetically. “I already checked twice. There is no marriage certificate under those names in the system.” I felt as if the ground had shifted beneath my feet.Three years. Three years of being Vincent’s wife. Three years of raising his son. Three years of sacrificing everything so he could build Carter Technologies and the system was telling me… none of it existed.“That’s impossible,” I said, forcing a shaky laugh. “Maybe it was filed under a different district?”The clerk checked again. Still nothing. “I’m sorry,” the clerk said gently. “According to the registry

I don't remember how long I walked but when I looked up the sky had already darkened, the city lights blurring in my vision as I moved without direction, without purpose, without a home, without a family. A hollow laugh escaped my lips. My steps slowed until I finally stopped on a quiet street, my chest tightening with every breath and then… I couldn’t hold it in anymore.I sank onto the cold pavement, my hands covering my face as the tears finally broke free. It hurt. Not just my heart— Everything. Every memory Every moment Every sacrifice Flashed through my mind like a cruel reminder of how blind I had been.“I believe in you, Vincent.” I could still see it clearly. The tiny apartment. The peeling walls. The single desk where he used to work late into the night. Back when he had nothing. Back when it was just us. “You’re going to build something big one day,” I told him, placing a cup of coffee beside him. He looked up at me then, his eyes soft—nothing like the cold man I

“They came back positive.” The words echoed in my head long after the call ended. I stood frozen in the middle of the sidewalk, my phone still pressed to my ear, even though the line had already gone dead. The test was positive meaning...it was true.My fingers trembled slightly as I lowered my hand. This wasn’t just some mistake. This wasn’t just some random test. This was real. “Miss Harper.” I looked up. The black car had returned. Mr. Dube stepped out, already opening the back door for me.“My employer would like to meet you,” he said.I swallowed hard. “…Who is he?”For a brief moment, he hesitated. Then— “Neil Morrison.”The name hit like a shockwave because I knew it. Everyone did. He was a billionaire, an industrial giant. A man whose name carried power in every room it was spoken in. My heart started racing. “That’s not possible,” I said under my breath.Mr. Dube met my gaze steadily. “It is.”Nothing about this felt real. Just yesterday, I was a woman being thrown out of a

The hospital hallway felt colder than before or maybe it was just me. I stood there, staring at the closed door, my mind replaying everything that had just happened. You are my only heir. You don’t have a choice anymore. The weight of those words pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating.A few hours ago, I had nothing and now I had everything but somehow, it felt more dangerous. The door behind me remained shut. Doctors moved in and out, their expressions tight, focused. No one told me anything. No one needed to. I could feel it in the air. Time wasn’t on his side. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to steady the storm inside me.“Miss Harper.” The voice was unfamiliar.I turned—There was a man standing a few feet away from me. He didn’t look like he belonged in a place like this. He looked too composed. He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit, his posture relaxed yet commanding, like he owned every space he stepped into without needing to say a word. His eyes met mine coldly and

“I don’t take orders.” The words came out sharper than I intended. Brian didn’t react. Not even slightly “If that were true,” he said calmly, “you wouldn’t be in this situation.” We had barely stepped out of the hospital before he started. “From this point forward, you don’t go anywhere alone,” he continued, walking beside me like this conversation was already settled. “You don’t speak to anyone without clearance. And you don’t make decisions without informing me.”I stopped walking. “No,” I said flatly.He took another step before realizing I wasn’t beside him anymore. Then he turned, his gaze landing on me. “No?” he repeated. “I am not a child,” I said. “And I am definitely not one of your subordinates.”“You’re a target,” he corrected.“I’m a person,” I shot back.“A person with a billion-dollar target on her back.”“I agreed to protection,” I said, my voice controlled. “Not control.”“And I agreed to keep you alive,” he replied. “Which requires both.” The certainty in his tone mad