What Memory Cannot Erase

Julian’s POV Every single thing in this fucking house felt completely wrong.I stood by the large glass window in my private study, staring out at the Seattle rain. I had a glass of neat bourbon in my hand, and the alcohol burned my throat, but it didn't do anything to stop the heavy, irritated feeling in my chest. The city below was dark, and right now, it felt like a cage. My own life, my own empire, felt like it belonged to someone else. I couldn't shake the bitter, angry mood that had been clawing at my brain for days.The door clicked open behind me. I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. The strong, expensive smell of French perfume drifted into the room. It was Serena’s scent. The scent of the woman I supposedly married."Julian," she murmured, her high heels clicking softly against the floor as she walked over to me. "You’re still up. It’s past two in the morning, babe.""I have work to do," I said, keeping my voice flat and cold. I didn't look at her.She stop

Vivian's Kingdom

Lauren’s POV The air in the abandoned safe house tasted like dust and old, rotting wood. I leaned against the rusted metal table, my hand unconsciously dropping down to my stomach. It was a habit I was trying so hard to break, especially when I was around Silas, but tonight my nerves were completely shot up. Every single muscle in my body felt tight, like a rubber band stretched right to its breaking point.Julian’s face from the night of the party kept flashing in my mind vividly. I couldn't shake it. The sheer, unhinged rage in his dark eyes when that wealthy investor had dared to touch my arm–it just didn't make any sense. He didn't even remember who I really was. Thanks to the attack and his amnesia, he honestly thought I was just his wife's sister. To him, I was just a needy stranger staying in his house, a shadow in the background. Yet, he had nearly broken that man's jaw right in front of Serena and a room full of people.Why the hell did he care so much if he didn't remember

Serena’s Triumph

Serena's POV My fingers shook slightly as I stared at the bright screen of the laptop. I hated this. I hated hiding in the corners of the penthouse like a fucking thief, waiting for Julian to leave just so I could do Vivian’s dirty work. This place used to be my kingdom. I was the queen here, surrounded by luxury, diamonds, and a husband every woman in the city wanted.But now? Now everything felt completely wrong.I looked up from the screen and caught my reflection in the glass of the window. Even in my expensive silk robe, with my hair perfectly done and my makeup flawless, I looked stressed. No, I looked pissed off. And I had every goddamn right to be.Julian hadn't touched me, much more fucked me, since I came back. Not once. Not like our sex life was existent before but now he barely even looked at me. When he did, his eyes were so cold they could cut a stone. It wasn't just his usual distant self, this was different. It was like he was looking at a total stranger. He was const

The Test

Julian's POVI was going out of my fucking mind.Seven days. Seven whole fucking days since I made the conscious choice to stop looking for her, to stop breathing the same air as her, to stop letting her existence pull at parts of my brain I couldn't control. I thought it would work. I was Julian Cross. I didn't get led around by my nose, especially not by some girl who claimed to be my wife's twin sister but looked at me like she was looking at my soul.But hiding from Lauren in my own damn house was the hardest thing I’d ever done.I sat at the massive mahogany desk in my study, the leather chair feeling more like a cage than a seat. The room was dark, lit only by the green lamp on the corner of the desk. It was past midnight. The rest of the penthouse was dead silent, but my chest felt like a bomb waiting to go off."Boss?"Marcus’s voice broke the quietness. He didn't knock. He never did when it was late and he knew I was in a foul mood. He stepped into the room, holding a folder,

All Chapters of His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Chapter 121 - Chapter 124

What Memory Cannot Erase

Vivian's Kingdom

Serena’s Triumph

The Test