All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lisa's POV The flight to Brazil was hours of painful silence. I kept my face turned toward the window, staring into the darkness outside while Vincent sat across the aisle, watching me.When the private jet finally landed in Rio, the sound of the tires against the runway brought me back to reality.As soon as we stepped off the plane, the warm air hit me. Several black cars were waiting for us, with guards standing nearby.Vincent kept one hand around my waist as he led me to one of the cars. I got in without saying a word, and a few seconds later, we were on our way to his estate.The gates opened as we drove into the estate. The car stopped in front of the house, and I immediately opened the door and got out.I just wanted to get away from Vincent. I didn't want to talk to him, look at him, or listen to another word he had to say.The other cars stopped behind us."Double the guards at the gate," Vincent ordered. "Check every car that comes in.""Yes, boss.""Nobody comes into the

Lisa's POV "No, no, no… stop. Just stop. You're not real. You're not my sister. I don't know who you are," I shrieked at Fiona, struggling to catch my breath."You're ruining my life! You told the whole world who I am! Now everyone knows my true identity. They know who I really am, and it's all because of you!”Fiona stared at me for a moment, tears still running down her face. Then her expression changed completely."You think I did this to ruin your life?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Lisa, you died, and everyone simply accepted it. They buried you, called it a normal death, and moved on as if nothing had happened. But I knew something was wrong. I knew they had lied about what happened to you. That's why I came back. Not to destroy your life, but to uncover the truth about your death—and make sure the people responsible pay for it.”"I don't want your help!" I screamed, tears filling my eyes. "Just get away from me."I turned my head toward the door and screamed as loudly as I c

Christopher's POV "And whose fault is that?!" Clara screamed, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand, her voice mocking and bitter. "You're supposed to be the mastermind! You're supposed to cover every track! But here we are, sitting in this living room, waiting for the executioner's rope because you can't even keep your composure!" "I covered every single track!" I barked, grabbing her arms firmly. "They killed her, and we made sure everyone believed that was the end of it. Her body was found inside the water, she was buried, and nobody was supposed to question what really happened!” "Then stop screaming like a coward and act like a man!" Clara spat, shaking her arms free from my grip with a violent twist. "You're sitting here worrying about Fiona! You're losing your mind over some random woman claiming to be a sister!" She let out a harsh, bitter laugh that filled the quiet room. She shook her head, looking at me with pure disgust. "You are so stupid, Christopher," she

Christopher's POV “Duncan, my father is a dangerous man... is there something you're not telling me?” I asked, watching his face and studying his reaction. For a second, the room was silent. Then, Duncan broke out into a deep, devilish laugh, rolling his eyes as he shook his head at me. "Come on, Chris, I'm surprised you're the one asking such a question!" Duncan said, his voice completely playful. "What? Is it bad that I saved your dad? You are supposed to be thanking me for keeping the Don alive, not standing here questioning me!" "Duncan—" I tried to speak again. "Listen to me," Duncan interrupted, leaning forward on his elbows with a sly grin spreading across his face. "That day at the church, I didn't think twice. I just moved. And now, guess who has complete, total leverage over your father?" I blinked, staring at him. "Leverage?" "Think about it, Chris!" Duncan said, his eyes gleaming with calculated intelligence. "Now Elena Storm will feel the absolute need to show et

Chapter 140Duncan's POVI ended the call with Christopher and lay back against the hospital pillows, staring at the white ceiling while the monitor beside me kept its slow, steady rhythm, counting out my heartbeats like it didn't trust me to keep them going on my own.He was so easy now. Two words of reassurance and he forgot every ounce of suspicion Clara had planted in him five minutes earlier. That was the thing about a man drowning — he didn't much care whose hand pulled him under so long as that same hand also promised to pull him back up eventually. Christopher had never learned the difference between being saved and being managed, and I had spent four years making sure he never got the chance to learn it.My ribs still ached with every breath, a deep, grinding pain that flared whenever I laughed or twisted the wrong way reaching for the water glass on the nightstand. But the pain was useful, in its own grim fashion. It kept me sharp. It kept me from getting too comfortable in