All Chapters of From Fake Wife To Untouchable Heiress : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Daphne's POVThey sent the boxes later that afternoon. Three of them. Sealed and labeled. They had been cleared from my father’s private office. I didn’t open them immediately. Meetings came first. Work didn’t stop just because he was gone. Nothing did.By the time I got back to my office, it was quiet. The boxes were stacked near the couch. Waiting.I took off my heels, loosened the tension in my shoulders, and walked over. I opened the first box.Just files. I set them aside. The second box had more documents, old contracts and personal notes. Nothing useful. Nothing unexpected. The third box was different. It was less structured. More personal. It had a watch case, a pen then— A book.I recognized it immediately. He used to read this more than anything else. Said it kept his mind sharp.I picked it up without thinking and flipped it open.Something slipped out. A photograph.It landed face down on the floor. I bent to pick it up and turned it over. There were three people. My fat

Brian's POVControl only worked if every piece moved where it was supposed to. That included people. Especially people.I didn’t act alone. I never did. Some moves required positioning from more than one side. That was how you made something hold.He was already in place. Already useful. Already exactly where I needed him to be. Vincent didn't think long-term. That was always been his weakness. He reacted and pushed to take what was in front of him. I planned.So when I brought the idea to him—It wasn’t difficult. Frame it the right way, and it becomes obvious. He didn’t question enough. He never did.The marriage—It wasn’t about her. It was about structure. If she was brought in—She needed to be contained, connected and positioned somewhere predictable. He handled that part. I made sure it stayed clean.On paper.On record and in appearance. Everything aligned. Exactly how it was supposed to. Until it didn’t.Daphne wasn’t supposed to walk away the way she did. She wasn’t suppose

Daphne's POV I didn't confront either of them again. I didn't want to, atleast not immediately. That would be a reaction, and I was done reacting. I moved...quietly. “Schedule a board meeting,” I told my assistant.“Today?”“Yes.”“Agenda?”“I’ll handle it.”—I didn't give out any details. I didn't need to because by the time the message reached them, they would both show up. They always did. I took my time getting ready. I didn't want to feel rushed or distracted. I wanted to do everything deliberately. Everything about this needed to be controlled.By the time I walked into the boardroom, they were already there. Vincent was at the far end, watching. Trying to read something that was not being shown.Brian was closer, he was just standing still. He didn't sit until I did. Good I thought to myself. I took my seat at the head of the table and set my tablet down. I didn't look at either of them first before I got started. “Let’s begin,” I said.The room settled. All the executive

Rumbidzai didn't rush. She waited until everything was unstable. Until pressure built from all sides. Then she stepped in.—Brian didn't expect her. That was the point. She was already in his office when he walked in. She was calmly sitting in his chair. Like she belonged there. He stopped and closed the door behind him.“You shouldn’t be here.”She smiled slightly. “And yet.”A pause.Then she stood up slowly. “You’ve been busy,” she said. “Things are falling apart.”“Say what you came to say.”She tilted her head. Direct, good she thought. “I’m pregnant.”Silence.There was no reaction at first.Then—Brian studied her carefully. “How far?”“Two weeks.”That was enough. It was too close to deny. Too precise to ignore.His gaze sharpened. “This isn’t the place—”“No,” she cut in softly. “This is exactly the place.”She walked closer. Not too close. Just enough.“You don’t get to push this aside like everything else.”“I’m not pushing anything aside.”“You are,” she said. “You’re ju

Brian's POVThe first call came from Rumbidzai. The second came from the board. The third came from the hospital.Brian ignored all three.He stood inside the underground parking garage of Morrison Global, watching security footage replay on his phone. A black SUV had followed Daphne for twelve minutes before disappearing near the east bridge. It couldn't have been random. It was too clean. Someone was escalating.“Sir.” His head of security approached carefully. “We traced the plates. They were registered under a shell company connected to Carter Holdings.”Brian’s jaw tightened. It was Vincent. Or someone framing Vincent. Neither option helped.His phone buzzed again. Rumbidzai. This time, he answered. “You’re avoiding me,” she said immediately.“You threatened me yesterday.”“I warned you.” Her tone sharpened. “There’s a difference.”Brian leaned against the hood of his car. “What do you want?”“A future.”“You should’ve thought about that before using a pregnancy as leverage.”Si