All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141Christopher's POVFiona found me outside the office three days later, stepping directly into my path as I crossed the parking garage, two of my own security men frozen useless behind her before either of them even registered how close she'd gotten."Christopher Bells," she said, and something about the way she said my name made the hair rise on the back of my neck, a precision to it that felt less like a greeting and more like the reading of a verdict. "We haven't had a proper conversation yet.""Whatever you want to say to me, you can say it through my lawyers." I kept walking toward my car, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing how badly my pulse had already spiked."I don't think you want lawyers anywhere near this particular conversation," Fiona said, stepping closer, her eyes cold and precise in a way that reminded me, horribly, of someone I couldn't quite place, though the resemblance nagged at the edges of my mind the entire time she spoke. "I have the cor

Chapter 143Christopher's POVThe board meeting started at nine, and by nine-fifteen I already knew I was going to lose the room entirely.Three of our biggest partners had pulled their own representatives from the table, sending junior associates in their place instead — the corporate equivalent of a slap across the face delivered with impeccable manners. The message was clear enough without anyone having to say it out loud. Nobody wanted to be photographed anywhere near a man whose wedding had ended in a shootout, whose stepfather's wife had personally rescued his name from ruin twice already in a single month, and whose entire public identity now felt one bad headline away from complete collapse."We need Storm Global to reaffirm publicly," my CFO muttered beside me, sweat beading visibly at his hairline despite the office air conditioning running full blast. "Without Elena's name attached to this quarter's filings, we're going to see a mass exodus of confidence by Friday close, Ch

Chapter 145Lisa's POVI found Vincent in his study just before midnight, staring at a folder he closed the second he heard my footsteps, which only made me more certain he'd been hiding something from me for days."I want in," I said, before he could offer me tea or excuses or any of the soft deflections he'd been using on me since Rio."In on what.""All of it. The investigation into Fiona. Whatever you found on those hitmen. Whatever's in that folder you just shut like I wasn't supposed to see it." I crossed the room and sat down across from him, refusing to be waved off this time. "I've spent this entire war letting you decide what I'm allowed to know for my own protection, Vincent, and I am done with it. It's my sister, if she really is my sister. It's my history. I am not a piece of glass you keep in a locked case."Something flickered behind his eyes — not quite surrender, but a recalculation."If I bring you into this," he said slowly, "you don't get to walk away from what we

Chapter 147Vincent's POVThe message arrived at 3:47 in the morning, routed through a secured channel I had built myself over a decade ago and never once used, because only one person alive had ever known the encryption key.I was awake when it came through — I hadn't slept properly in days — sitting alone in my study with the lights off, staring at nothing, when my private terminal chimed once, soft and final.I'm not dead.I sat there for a long time without moving. I had told myself for years that if this message ever came, I would feel rage. Vindication. The cold, clean satisfaction of finally having a target for the grief I'd carried since the night I woke up in a hospital bed to learn my brother had vanished into the wreckage of an accident I couldn't remember causing or surviving.Instead, I felt nothing but a hollow, ringing silence, like a bell struck once and left to fade.I don't know how long I sat there before I heard the study door open behind me. Lisa stood in the door

Chapter 149Vincent's POVEnzo arrived at the estate on a Thursday afternoon, uninvited, unannounced, walking through my front gate with the calm, unhurried confidence of a man who knew perfectly well no one would dare stop him.Gregor called it in with a shake in his voice I hadn't heard from him in years. "Boss. There's a man at the gate. Says his name is Enzo Storm. Says you'll want to see him."I told them to let him through.I met him in the courtyard, Lisa a careful step behind me, close enough to be present but far enough back that I could put myself between them if this went the way every instinct in my body was screaming it might.He looked older than the photograph Marcus had found, the boyishness I remembered from decades ago replaced with something harder, more deliberate. But his eyes were exactly the same — my mother's eyes, the same ones I saw in the mirror every morning, staring back at me from a face I hadn't seen in over twenty years."Vincent," he said, and his voic