All Chapters of His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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The Man Waiting in the Dark

Lauren’s POV The penthouse felt smaller every day.Or maybe Julian just took up more space.I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Seattle, and felt him before I heard him. That was the thing about Julian Cross—you didn't need to see him coming. Your body just knew."You've been standing there for twenty minutes."I didn't turn around. "Didn't realize I now needed your permission to look out a window."His footsteps were slow and deliberate. He stopped close enough that his reflection appeared in the glass beside mine—dark eyes, jaw set, watching me watch the city."You didn't sleep last night," he said."Neither did you.""I was working.""So was I." I finally turned, and that was a mistake, because he was closer than I'd calculated. His hand came up immediately, two fingers hooking under my chin, tilting my face toward himself."You look like hell," he said. But his voice was soft when he said it. That was the dangerous version.I pulled my chin back. "Thank you. Really

Julian’s Obsession

Julian's POVShe thinks I'm asleep.I'm not.I've been lying here for the past hour, eyes half-shut, watching her through the dark. She's on her side, her back to me, but her breathing is wrong. Too shallow. Too controlled. The kind of breathing people do when they're trying very hard to look like they're not thinking.Lauren thinks a lot at night.She always has.I noticed it early, weeks before I let myself look at her the way I look at her now. She'd lie there, with the whole penthouse quiet, and I could practically hear her mind working and calculating. It was the first thing that told me she was different.The old Serena never thought that hard. The old Serena drank, schemed, and slept like a log of wood.This new Serena? She carries weight in her sleep.I shifted quietly, propping myself up on one elbow. The city's light leaked through the curtains and caught the curve of her neck, the line of her shoulder. My jaw tightened.I'd noticed the cologne three days ago.It was faint

Silas’s Confession

Julian's POV I heard every word.Silas thought the walls were thick enough. He thought distance was enough. It never is. Not with me.I stood in the corridor outside his apartment door for exactly four minutes before I walked away. Four minutes of listening to him hand her his heart like she had any business holding it. 'Love at first sight.' From the wedding. He'd been carrying that around for months, feeding it in silence, letting it grow.My right hand.The man I trusted with my life.I made it back to the penthouse before I let myself feel any of it.---Marcus was waiting in my office when I got in. One look at my face and he shut his mouth, set down whatever report he'd been holding, and found something urgent to study on the far wall. Smart man. He'd been with me long enough to read the difference between my moods. There was the cold that meant I was calculating. The quiet that meant someone had already been dealt with.And then there was this.He'd never seen this one before.

Turn Between Fire and Safety

Lauren’s POV The rain started before I even reached Silas's building.Seattle didn't do light drizzles. It came down hard and heavy, soaking through my jacket before I'd made it half a block from where I'd parked. I'd told Julian I needed air. Just air. He'd looked at me the way he always did lately—like he was already three moves ahead and waiting for me to catch up—and said nothing.That silence was worse than any question.I buzzed Silas's apartment with wet fingers. The door clicked open immediately, like he'd been watching for me. Maybe he had.His place was exactly what I'd expect from him—clean lines, no clutter, a single lamp throwing amber light across the room. No excess. No performance. Nothing like the penthouse with its cathedral ceilings and Julian's suffocating wealth pressing in from every wall.Silas stood by the window, his arms crossed and he was already dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. He looked tired. Not the kind of tired that

The Storm Has Already Begun

Lauren’s POV "You're wet," Julian said."It's raining.""I know what the weather is, Lauren."My stomach dropped at the name. He did that sometimes— called me Lauren, "my middle name". "I needed air," I said, peeling off my jacket and draping it over the chair. Casual. Easy. The same tone I used to use when a poker table went sideways and I needed every man in the room to believe I wasn't rattled.His eyes moved over me slowly, from bottom to top, cataloguing every detail the way he catalogued everything—like information was currency and he never stopped collecting."You needed air," he repeated. "At midnight. In the rain.""I'm allowed to have bad nights.""You're allowed to have bad nights inside this penthouse."I met his stare and didn't flinch. "Is that an order?"Something shifted in his jaw. It was not anger, it was hat slow, quiet pressure he built before the explosion. "It's an observation."He crossed the room and set the whiskey glass down on the table between us. His ey

Dangerous Distractions

Lauren’s POV My burner phone suddenly lit up the dark bedroom. It was 3:07 a.m. I snatched it before the vibration could wake the whole penthouse.The woman’s face filled the screen—sharp cheekbones, blood-red lips, that same cold smile she’d worn in the warehouse. Her voice came through in a low, crisp message.“Time’s up, fake Serena. Hack Julian’s offshore accounts or I send the DNA results and passport logs to him by Friday. Clock’s ticking.”I deleted it instantly, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. No more stalling. No more hoping this bitch would disappear. If I didn’t move, everything would blow up—Julian would find out I wasn’t Serena, my parents would burn, and God knows what would happen to the real Serena. Or me.I needed to get closer. His office. His laptop. His trust. And the fastest way to lower his guard was the one thing that always worked between us.I slipped out of bed, my legs shaky, and grabbed the black silk robe that barely

Closer

Lauren’s POV The study smelled like him.That was the problem. Cedar and whiskey and something masculine, something I'd started associating with safety, which was its own kind of insanity. I sat at the edge of his desk chair, my fingers close to the keyboard, and told myself for the hundredth time that this was just checking things out.Just checking things out. Get access. Get out. Save yourself.Except my hands wouldn't move.Three days since I'd left something in here on purpose—my phone charger the first time, a bracelet the second. Three days of Julian watching me like he was waiting for me to crack wide open and confess everything.The cursor blinked on his screen. The login prompt sat there, blank and waiting. Julian's second-tier access. I'd gotten as far as the username field twice now before something—footsteps, a door, my own cowardice—pulled me back.I tried again.'J. Cross / Username.'The second prompt loaded immediately. 'Authentication required. Proceed with regist

Fractured Trust

Lauren’s POV The coordinates came through at 11:47 a.m.No message. No name. Just a pin drop from a number I'd memorized and never saved, tucked inside a calendar reminder labeled 'dry cleaning' so Julian's men wouldn't blink if they went through my phone. Which they did. Regularly. I'd stopped being surprised by that weeks ago.I told Marcus I needed air. He sent one of Julian's newer guys with me—a quiet, wide-shouldered man named Reeves who'd replaced Silas's slot in the rotation without anyone saying Silas's name out loud. I lost Reeves near Pike Place inside four minutes. Old habit. You don't survive underground poker rooms without knowing how to disappear in a crowd.The dead-drop was a parking garage on Third. Level two, northeast column, behind a loose concrete panel that had probably been used for exactly this kind of thing since before I was born.The envelope was thin. No bigger than my palm.I slid it into my jacket and didn't look inside until I was three blocks away,

Echoes of the Past

Silas’s POVI stared at the cracked screen of my laptop in the dim glow of my apartment. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as the last encryption layer peeled away. Finally. Weeks of digging through Dante Rossi’s hidden files, and it was all spilling out now.The first photo loaded. There she was. Serena—laughing, her head thrown back and her arms wrapped around Dante’s neck like he was the only man in the goddamn world. She was really cheating on Julian. His hand sat low on her waist and fingers digging into that designer dress she wore. The venetian lights blurred in the background. Another click, another picture and there they were kissing. My jaw tightened.“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath.I hit play on the first voice recording. Dante’s right hand man, some gravel-voiced prick named Marco, spoke low and clear.“She was never his pawn, boss. Serena? Nah. She was his weakness. He chose her over that alliance with the Koreans. Turned down twenty million clean just

Tangled Sheets

Lauren’s POV I didn’t even make it to the bed.Julian’s mouth crashed into mine the second the study door clicked shut behind us, his hands already shoving the silk robe off my shoulders. The fabric pooled at my feet like it had no right to be there. I gasped against his lips, tasting whiskey and that raw edge he always carried when the day had tried to fuck with him.“Julian—” “Shut up,” he growled, but there was no real bite in it. Not tonight. His fingers dug into my hips, lifting me onto the edge of his massive desk. Papers scattered. I didn’t care. Neither did he.He stepped between my thighs, spreading them wide, and kissed me slower this time. Deeper. Like he was trying to pull every secret out of me with his tongue. My hands fisted in his shirt, yanking it open so buttons flew across the floor. I ran my palms over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the scar near his ribs.“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he muttered against my throat. His teeth grazed the spot that always made

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