All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lisa's POV My sister-in-law sent me a photo of her kissing my husband on the beach. Just a few minutes later, she deleted the photo and sent me a text saying, “Oops, sent to the wrong person. Lol.” I knew it was deliberate. It was never a mistake. She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her. Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law. And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister. The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and l

Lisa's POV Before I could react, the attackers had suddenly seized me again, rough hands tearing at my clothes and underwear as I struggled beneath them. Panic consumed me, my cries swallowed by the storm. The man they called boss unbuckled his belt and forced me down, pinning me beneath him, his weight crushing, his breath foul against my skin. And just as he was about to thrust inside me, something in me suddenly snapped. With the last of my strength, I twisted free just enough to drive my knee hard between his legs. His scream tore through the night as he collapsed, and in that single moment of chaos, I ran. I didn’t think. I didn’t look back. I just stood up and ran, running as fast as I could. But before I could even go far, gunshots suddenly rang out behind me. They missed at first, but when they fired at me again, the bullet tore straight into my shoulder, pain exploding through me. Still, I kept going until I reached the edge of the bridge, and without hesitation, I

Christopher's POV “Oh fuck… fuck—shit… don’t stop. Don’t, please… I’m cumming… I’m fucking cumming—” Clara screamed as she released an uncontrollable amount of squirt all over me on my office table. “Fuck, I told you we shouldn’t do this here,” she moaned out loud as she let her back fall flat against the glass table, her legs spread wide apart and my face buried between them. I chuckled proudly. “But you liked it, didn’t you?” She blushed and winked at me, then suddenly her expression changed, worried. “I always love everything you do with your mouth,” she continued slowly, looking uneasy. “But Christopher, it’s been three days already and your wife’s body hasn’t been found. What if she’s alive somewhere? What if your men didn’t handle the job cleanly?” I laughed and pulled away from her pulsing pussy as I stood up and walked to my bathroom to clean my face. When I returned to the office, Clara had already started putting her clothes back on. Then I walked up to her and w

Christopher’s POV Even though I was still deeply shaken by the sight of my own stepfather standing right there as the most powerful investor in the room, I forced myself to stay calm. No matter how hard I tried to process it, my mind still couldn’t fully wrap around the reality of what I had just discovered. I had always known Vincent Storm was wealthy. Of course I did. The man had money, influence, and connections powerful enough to make people nervous whenever his name came up in conversations. But this? This was something entirely different. I had never imagined he was this wealthy. The level of authority in the room alone was enough to say it all. The way billionaires, CEOs, and powerful businessmen straightened themselves the moment he walked in made it obvious that this wasn’t ordinary wealth. This was the kind of power that sat quietly behind closed doors while controlling half the world without anyone realizing it. And suddenly, I realized something terrifying. M

Christopher's POV I had never seriously thought about holding a funeral for Lisa. In my mind, everything was already settled. But standing there in front of Vincent, something shifted. People would expect a proper funeral and rumors would spread if I didn't hold one; the media would start asking questions I couldn't avoid. I nodded slowly. "Yes," I said, trying to sound certain. "I will hold a funeral for her." Vincent nodded once, then replied calmly, "Good. Send me an invitation. I would like to attend. We are business partners now, after all." That hit harder than I expected. The most powerful investor in the world wanting to attend Lisa's funeral. My mind scrambled trying to process what that even meant. Wow, I can't believe even in death, Lisa was still finding ways to be useful. I straightened immediately, my voice coming out faster than I intended. "Yes—of course. It would be an honor to have you there. Truly." I was nodding too much. Thanking him too many times. I