All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lisa's POV Despite my resistance, the struggle between my raw anger and Vincent's heavy, burning hand on my bare leg was driving me out of my mind. My body betrayed me instantly, a sudden, hot spark coiling deep in my stomach. Vincent didn't stop. He dragged his knuckles up the inside of my thigh, his eyes locked onto mine with an intense, possessive hunger. He pulled the handcuff chain hard with his left wrist, yanking my right hand down and forcing my upper body flat against his bare, hard chest as I stood between his legs. "You're shaking, Lisa," Vincent growled softly, his hand sliding around to cup the back of my thigh. He lifted my legs, and I took two small steps before he pulled me toward him. Before I knew it, I was sitting flush against his lap. "Because I hate you," I choked out, my free left hand slamming against his uninjured shoulder. But instead of pushing him away, my fingers only dug into his warm, firm skin, almost pulling him closer. "Liar," Vincent whisper

Lisa's POV Vincent walked over to the large dresser across the room. He picked up his silver wristwatch, wrapping it around his left wrist and snapping the clasp shut. "I have a few final things to handle outside with Gregor and the team," Vincent said, his back turned to me as he adjusted his wristwatch. "I'm also heading out to meet someone to make sure the roads are completely clear for us.” He paused, sighed, then spoke again; "We are flying back to Brazil today once I return. Make sure you get washed up, put on some clean clothes, and pack everything you brought here. The jet leaves immediately I confirm the perimeter is clear for us to move.” I watched Vincent's back as he spoke. The casual way he was directing everything, the way he brushed over the whole chaos of the night before—it made a cold knot form in my stomach. "Vincent," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet room. He didn't turn around. He just checked the cuffs of his sweater. "Yeah?" "You're talking abo

Vincent's POV When I asked Duncan if he thought Christopher was behind the attack, his entire body went rigid. He gritted his teeth and pushed his palms into the mattress, trying to sit up."Dad, listen—"A sharp gasp ripped from his throat as the surgical stitches across his abdomen pulled tight. He groaned out loud, his face turning red."Don't, Duncan," I commanded instantly, stepping forward and placing my heavy hand on his uninjured shoulder. I firmly pressed him back down into the white sheets. "Just lie there. You can't sit up yet."I grabbed the corner of his pillow and adjusted it behind his head, making sure he was resting comfortably before leaning back.Duncan let out a long, ragged sigh, staring up at the white ceiling of the hospital room."Dad," Duncan rasped, turning his eyes toward me. "I think Christopher has a hand in everything happening. But I don't have any proof yet. I'm simply saying this out of pure instinct. I have to get out of this bed first before I can

Lisa's POV After Vincent left the penthouse to handle his business, hours passed in quiet silence. I washed my face, got dressed in clean clothes, and tried to calm my nerves while waiting for him to return. Eventually, to pass the time, I picked up my phone from the nightstand and tapped on the screen. The moment the main news app loaded, a breaking story caught my eye, and my heart instantly stopped. Right at the top of the main news app was a massive live broadcast with bold red text across the screen: [BREAKING NEWS: FIONA MAXWELL REVEALS HERSELF AS ELDER SISTER OF LATE BEAUTY HEIRESS LISA MAXWELL] My hands started shaking so hard I almost dropped the phone onto the floor. "What... what is this?" I whispered to myself in the quiet room. I clicked on the video with a trembling thumb. On the screen stood a woman in a sharp navy blue blazer, standing behind a podium full of microphones, addressing dozens of flashing news cameras. "My name is Fiona Maxwell," the woman on t

Lisa's POV "You knew who you were, Lisa! You knew you were the Maxwell daughter, and I knew it too! We both knew what was at stake! But now some ghost pops up claiming to be your blood family and you expect me to believe you know nothing about it?!” "I am not keeping a secret sister!" I screamed, tears finally spilling over my cheeks. I grabbed my hair with both hands, pacing wildly back and forth in front of him. "Why won't you listen to me?! I swear on my parents' graves, Vincent, I do not have a sister! My mother never gave birth to another child! My father never spoke of another daughter! I grew up ALONE in that house!" "Then who is she, Lisa?!" Vincent demanded, turning on his heel to follow my movement, his voice sharp and ruthless. "Where did she get the legal documents? How did she even pass the court's family identity checks?! You don't just clear the high court verification and pull official bloodline papers out of thin air, Lisa!” "How the hell should I know?!" I yell