All Chapters of From Fake Wife To Untouchable Heiress : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Morning came quietly. I woke up before the sun fully rose, the soft light filtering through the glass windows of the penthouse. For a moment, I didn’t move. Didn’t think. Didn’t feel. Then it came back, all of it. The night before, the tension, the shift. Him.My eyes opened slowly. The space beside me was empty and cold. Of course it was. I exhaled softly and sat up, pushing the sheets back as I steadied myself.Control. That’s what this was about. It always had been and nothing about last night changed that.Nothing.—By the time I stepped into the main living area, I was already composed. I was dressed and focused. Brian stood near the kitchen counter, scrolling through something on his phone, a cup of coffee in his hand.Like every other morning. Like nothing had happened.“You’re up early,” he said without looking at me.“I have work,” I replied.“So do I.”Silence settled between us. Not awkward or heavy.Just…Different. I walked past him, reaching for a glass of water, my mov

“Cut it.”The room went still. Every head turned toward me. The screen at the front of the boardroom still displayed the projections—losses, risks, unnecessary expenditures buried beneath layers of poor decisions. My decisions now and I wasn’t keeping them.“That division is draining resources,” I continued, my voice steady. “We shut it down, reallocate funds, and rebuild where it actually matters.”Murmurs spread across the table. Low, uneasy murmurs. Good, let them adjust.“I disagree.”The voice cut through the room. I didn’t look at him immediately. It was Vincent. Of course it was. Slowly, I turned my head. He was already watching me, his expression tight and controlled—but his eyes?Not controlled at all. “You would,” I said calmly.A flicker of irritation crossed his face.“That division is one of our strongest international assets,” he continued. “Closing it would be a mistake.”“Was,” I corrected. “It was an asset. Now it’s a liability.”“That’s your opinion.”“No,” I said, m

“Explain this.”The paper hit the table hard enough to echo through the room. Rumbidzai didn’t flinch, atleast not immediately. She stood near the window, her back partially turned, her posture composed as always.Perfect and controlled, but her fingers—They tightened slightly at her sides.“What are you talking about?” she asked calmly.Vincent let out a sharp laugh. Not amused. Not even close. “Don’t do that,” he said. “Don’t stand there and pretend you don’t know what this is.”She turned slowly. Her gaze dropped briefly to the paper on the table. Then back to him. She looked unbothered. “It’s a medical report,” she said.Vincent’s expression darkened. “Say it.”There was a pause.“You’re pregnant.”The word lingered in the air.“And?” she asked.That—That was the wrong response. Vincent stepped closer, his patience snapping. “And?” he repeated. “That’s all you have to say?”“What exactly do you want me to say, Vincent?” she asked, her tone sharpening slightly now. “Congratulatio

Vincent didn’t sleep on it. He moved.By the time the office filled up, he had already made three calls and sent two requests through channels he didn’t usually touch unless something mattered.This mattered.He stood by the window, phone in hand.“Start with employment records,” he said. “Not just recent. I want everything on Brian Adrian from the beginning.”A pause.“That goes back years, sir.”“Then start there.”He ended the call and turned just as his assistant stepped in.“Your ten o’clock is here.”“Cancel it.”“They’ve been waiting—”“I said cancel it.”She nodded and left without another word.—Brian didn’t come looking for him this time.Good.Vincent preferred it that way. Less performance.More observation.—By noon, the first file came through. Not physical.Digital. Vincent scrolled through it once, then again slower. It covered the basic background; education and work history. Nothing out of place. Which was the problem. No one is that clean.He picked up his phone a

I didn't like repeating questions. Especially when I already knew the answer wasn't right. Brian was late again. Not late enough to be careless—just enough to be noticeable.I was in my office when he walked in, like nothing was off, like nothing had shifted between us since yesterday. He closed the door behind him. No apology. No explanation.Just that usual calm control he wore like it was permanent.“You wanted the breakdown,” he said, placing a file on my desk.Straight to business. Of course.I didn't touch it immediately. I looked at him first.“You sent it late.”“I sent it when it was complete.”“That’s not what I asked for.”A pause.Then he nodded once, like he was adjusting his approach. “I prioritized accuracy.”I leaned back slightly in my chair. “And I prioritize transparency.”His eyes held mine, no hesitation but something was different. It wasn't obvious or subtle, it was measured. Like he was choosing every word more carefully than usual.Interesting.I pulled the fi