บททั้งหมดของ From Fake Wife To Untouchable Heiress : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I didn’t look back even though I could feel their eyes burning into my back. Because I already knew what to expect. Shock, confusion and the beginning of something far more dangerous—Interest.“Don’t slow down,” Brian said quietly beside me.“I’m not,” I replied. But I understood what he meant.This wasn’t over. Not even close.The whispers started before we even reached the center of the ballroom.“Who is she?”“She came in with Brian Adrian…”“That alone means something.”“I’ve never seen her before…”Curiosity spread fast in rooms like this. Faster than the truth. I stopped near the bar, reaching for a glass of champagne with steady hands. I didn't want to loose my composure, so I stayed calm and controlled.Brian stood beside me silently, observing. Watching everything and everyone. “You’ve made your entrance,” he said. “Now they’ll start digging.”“Let them,” I said.His eyes shifted to me briefly. “They will.”Something in his tone made me glance at him.“Good,” I added quietly

The city looked different from up here. It was much more quieter and controlled. Like everything below belonged to me. I stood near the window, the lights reflecting faintly against the glass, my thoughts still lingering on the morning. Vincent’s face, the moment it broke, the realization. A soft sound behind me pulled me back. “You’re thinking too much.” Brian, I didn't turn to look at him. “I just took someone’s entire company,” I said calmly. “I think that qualifies.”“It does,” he replied. His footsteps were slow. “But that’s not what’s on your mind.”My fingers rested lightly against the glass. “And what do you think it is?”“You,” he said. That made me turn, he was closer now. Much closer. Close enough that I could see the sharp focus in his eyes. The way he studied me like he was trying to figure something out.“You’ve changed,” he added.I held his gaze. “That was the point.”“Yes,” he said quietly. “But not like this.”Something in his tone shifted the air between us.“Like

The call came just as we were about to leave. “Miss Morrison—your father’s condition has worsened.”Everything else stopped, none of it mattered in that moment.“I’m on my way,” I said.The drive felt longer than it should have. Even with Brian pushing the car faster than usual, cutting through traffic with precision—It wasn’t fast enough.Nothing was. My hands rested in my lap, still, controlled but my mind wasn't still at all. You don’t have a choice anymore. His voice echoed in my head.“He’s been declining for days,” Brian said quietly. “They just didn’t want to alarm you.” I didn’t respond because I already knew I had seen it. The way he was getting weaker with each day, the time slipping away.I just…didn't expect it to be this soon.The hospital doors opened before we even reached them. Some staff members were already waiting.That alone told me everything. “Miss Morrison,” one of the doctors said carefully, “he’s asking for you.”My chest tightened. "Take me to him.”The room w

Rumbidzai woke up slowly. Not in a peaceful or comfortable way, but aware. Too aware. Her head throbbed faintly, the aftermath of alcohol still lingering—but her mind? It was sharp as ever, clear and calculating. She didn’t move or open her eyes immediately because she could already feel it—The unfamiliar space. The shift in atmosphere and the presence beside her. There was a slow breath then she opened her eyes and turned. Brian Adrian was already awake. Sitting at the edge of the bed, dressed, composed and watching her. Not with confusion or regret but with something far more dangerous—Clarity.Rumbidzai’s lips curved slightly. “Well,” she said softly, pushing herself up against the pillows, “that wasn’t how I expected the night to end.”Brian didn’t respond. He didn’t move, he just watched her and that told her everything. He remembered all of it and somehow found it interesting. “You’re quiet,” she added, studying him. “Most men aren’t, after a night like that.”“Most men,” Brian

The penthouse was quiet when I walked in. The kind of quiet that wasn't calming but more like it had been waiting for me. I set my bag down slowly, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I stepped further inside. Brian was already there. Of course he was.He stood near the window, his back to me, sleeves rolled slightly, his posture as controlled as ever. Like nothing had changed. Like this morning—Didn’t exist.“Busy day?” he asked without turning.I didn’t answer immediately. I walked past him instead, setting my files down on the table, taking my time. Letting the silence stretch. Letting it build.Then I broke it... “I saw you this morning.” I got his attention. I felt the shift before I saw it. It was subtle but there. “What did you see?” he asked calmly.I turned slowly. “Outside the hotel,” I said. “You.”I paused for a second before I went on. “And Rumbidzai.”He didn’t deny it or try to explain. He just watched me. Waiting, measuring. Like this was just another situ