All Chapters of His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER TWOLAUREN’S POV The golden doors of the elevator finally slid open, revealing a sprawling, ultra-modern penthouse wrapped in floor-to-ceiling glass that overlooked the glittering skyline of the city. I stepped out, my expensive heels sinking into a thick rug, but before I could take another step, a voice cut through the silence."You’re late."I spun around. It was Silas. I knew him immediately, my stomach dropping at the sight of him. I had already seen him at the wedding, and I would never forget his cold, dead face; it was his face I had looked at when Silas shot at the priest, and I realized they were all the exact same kind of monster when he didn't even flinch."I came as fast as I could," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Silas stepped closer, closing the distance between us. His presence was totally suffocating. "Listen to me very carefully," he said. "You are not Lauren anymore. You are Serena. You better act right."I crossed my arms, trying to project a tou

CHAPTER FOUR LAUREN’S POV When I finally gathered the courage to unlock the bathroom door and step back into the bedroom, it was completely empty. Julian had left. I let out a massive sigh of relief. My shoulders dropped, and my shaking hands finally went still. I crawled into the massive, empty bed and pulled the heavy covers all the way up to my chin. Despite the absolute terror of the night and the terrible things I had discovered on that phone, pure exhaustion took over my body. I was actually able to sleep very well. He did not return to the room that night. The next morning, the sound of movement woke me up. I opened my eyes slowly. The bright morning light filled the room. Julian was already awake. He stood near the large open closet, dressing up. He was putting on a sharp black dress shirt and dark pants. He moved with a terrifying, quiet grace. I sat up against the headboard. I waited for him to yell at me. I waited for him to bring up the hard slap from last night. Bu

CHAPTER SIXLAUREN’S POV “Shock,” I shot back immediately. “It's called shock, Julian. Have you heard of it?”His eyes narrowed. “Shock doesn't stop basic human reflexes. You stood there like a stone.”“Maybe I'm just used to the pain of being around you,” I spat.He opened his mouth to reply, his fingers digging harder into my unburned arm, but a sharp ringtone cut through the air.Julian froze. He glared at me for a long second before pulling his phone from his pocket. He glanced at the screen, and his jaw tightened. He released me abruptly.“Don't move,” he ordered. He turned his back and walked out of the kitchen, his voice dropping low as he answered the call. “What is it? I told you not to interrupt me this morning.”The moment he was out of sight, my knees buckled. I gripped the edge of the counter, letting out a massive, shaky sigh. My heart was beating so fast it physically hurt my chest. I looked down at my right hand. The skin was angry and red, beginning to blister, and

CHAPTER EIGHTLAUREN’S POVThe car ride back to the penthouse was completely silent. Julian didn't say a single word, but the anger radiating off him filled the entire vehicle.When the elevator finally opened into our living room, I stepped out quickly, just wanting to get away from him. I just wanted to lock my bedroom door and figure out what to do about Jake.I didn't even make it three steps.Julian grabbed my arm and spun me around."Who is he?" Julian demanded."I already told you," I said, trying to pull away. "I don't know him.""Don't lie to me." He backed me up until my shoulders hit the wall. "You were whispering to him. You looked terrified. And now you're shaking.""I'm shaking because you're hurting my arm, Julian."He dropped my arm but slammed his hand against the wall right next to my head. "Are you sleeping with him?"I stared at him. "What?""Are you fucking him behind my back, Serena?""Are you crazy?""Answer the question!" he yelled.I pushed at his chest. He d

CHAPTER TENLAUREN’S POV The clock on the nightstand read 5:00 AM. I slipped out from under the heavy duvet. Julian’s back was to me, his breathing slow and even. I didn't wait to see if he was actually asleep. I threw on a pair of black leggings and a running jacket, grabbed my keys, and hurried out of the penthouse.If the doorman asked, I was going for a run.I didn't run to a park. I ran straight to the underground casino. My lungs burned by the time I slipped through the back alley entrance. The morning shift was empty, the air thick with stale cigarette smoke. I bypassed the main floor and went straight to the employee breakroom.I stopped dead in my tracks.Locker number four. My locker.The cheap metal door hung slightly open. The padlock was snapped in half, resting on the dirty linoleum floor. My heart dropped into my stomach. I tore the door open and dug through my spare uniform and old sneakers.Nothing.The ring was gone.Someone had stolen a multi-million-dollar diamo