Semua Bab His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Bab 131 - Bab 140

Julian’s POV I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept properly in weeks, but tonight was different. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was her.Lauren.She was driving me out of my fucking mind. I sat behind the desk in my private study, staring at the closed door, waiting. The penthouse was quiet. Somewhere in the house, Serena was asleep. The woman who claimed to be my wife, the woman whose face matched the pictures on the wall, felt like a complete stranger to me. She was a ghost walking through my life, trying too hard, smiling too much, and stealing from me behind my back. I knew she was doing it. I knew she was working with Vivian Moreau to ruin me. But right now, with the city lights shining through the glass windows, I didn't give a shit about the money.I only cared about the woman who was currently sneaking down the corridor to see me.The door clicked open.Lauren stepped into the room, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a simple, oversized black shirt and loose pan

Julian’s POV I leaned back in my chair, the heavy leather groaning under my weight as I stared at the glowing computer screen in front of me. The office was completely dark, save for the blue light washing over my face. It was past midnight, and the rest of the building was dead quiet. But my mind wouldn't let me sleep.For weeks, I had been watching the numbers drop. I wasn't a man who made mistakes, and I certainly didn't lose track of money. I had known about the unexplained losses in my empire from the very second they started. I knew exactly which shell companies were being used, exactly which routing numbers were being flagged, and exactly whose fingers were in my pockets.It was Serena. I had known from the moment she planned it with Vivian Moreau.A soft knock on the door broke the silence."Come in," I muttered, my voice rough from hours of silence.The door opened, and Marcus walked in. He looked exhausted, his tie loosened around his neck and a thick folder tucked under hi

Marcus’s POV The glowing blue screens in the dark security room made my eyes burn like hell. I rubbed my face, feeling the rough stubble on my jaw, and stared at the final lines of code locking into place on the monitor. For three straight days, I had barely slept. I was living on cold coffee and the kind of heavy paranoia that came with working for a man as dangerous as Julian Cross.Julian’s empire was bleeding millions of fucking dollars, vanishing into thin air through hidden cracks in his offshore accounts. The twist? Julian wasn't surprised. He had known it was Serena from the very fucking beginning. He’d known since the moment she started plotting with Vivian Moreau. When the unexplained losses started piling up, Julian had explicitly looked me in the eye and told me to do nothing. He wanted to let her think she was pulling a fast one. He wanted her to dig her own grave so deep she could never crawl out of it.But knowing she was doing it was one thing. Having the absolute, bu

Julian's POVThe Seattle rain came down without mercy, turning the cemetery into a sea of mud and gray skies. It soaked through my black coat, but I barely noticed.Marcus was dead.The only man I trusted without question was being lowered into the ground while the city called it a tragic accident.I knew better.In my world, accidents didn't happen to men who had uncovered dangerous secrets. They were arranged.I stood at the edge of the grave, my jaw locked tight as mourners gathered around in black clothes. Quiet whispers drifted through the rain. A few dabbed fake tears with silk handkerchiefs.None of them were here for Marcus.They were here for me.They wanted to see whether the king would finally crumble.A gentle hand rested on my arm.Even before I looked down, I knew it was Lauren. Her familiar scent of vanilla drifted through the rain, cutting through the smell of wet earth and dying flowers.She stood beside me in a simple black dress, her eyes swollen from crying. She lo

Lauren’s POVThe penthouse still smelled like rain and grief when I slipped back into the living room after Julian left for a quick call. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking from everything I’d just told him. Serena had blood on her hands–Marcus’s blood–and I had the burner phone pics to prove it. But proof wasn’t enough. Not in this fucked up world. We needed more. Something that could bury her for good.I grabbed my phone and texted Silas quick. 'Need to meet. Now. Bring whatever you got from Marcus’s last drop.' My thumb hovered over send for a second before I hit it. Silas had been quiet since the hospital shit, but I knew he was still in this fight with me. Julian might own my heart, but Silas... he was the one who got his hands dirty without asking twice.Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. Unknown number again. 'Back alley entrance. Five minutes. Come alone.' I deleted it, heart pounding, and grabbed a hoodie from the closet. Julian was still on his call in the study, his voice was