All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 152Vincent's POVI told her everything. The prison fire that had actually been a staged execution. The two years of reconstructive surgery in a facility so private even my own board of directors didn't know it existed. The moment Lucian woke up from the last surgery and I told him his old name was dead now, that Duncan would have to be the only name either of us used from that day forward, even in private, even when it was just the two of us in a room with no one else listening.I told her about the church — how Duncan had known, going in, that there was a real possibility someone would try to kill me that day, and had positioned himself close enough to intervene if it happened. I told her he hadn't taken those bullets out of blind loyalty to a father he barely remembered from before the fire. He'd taken them because somewhere in four years of playing a role, the role had stopped feeling entirely like acting."He calls you Dad and means it," Lisa said quietly, when I finally

Chapter 154Vincent's POVThe attack came at dawn, quiet and precise in a way that told me immediately it wasn't Christopher's clumsy desperation behind it. This was Enzo's work — patient, surgical, designed to test our defenses rather than overwhelm them outright.Three men breached the outer perimeter before Gregor's team even registered the intrusion, moving with a coordination that spoke of training I recognized uncomfortably well, the same tactics I'd once used myself in a different lifetime.I was already moving before the first alarm fully sounded, sprinting toward the east wing where Lisa had been sleeping, my heart hammering with a fear sharper than anything Enzo's message or his courtyard visit had managed to produce in me.I reached the bedroom to find her already awake, standing near the window with a letter opener gripped in her hand like a weapon, her eyes wide but steady, refusing to be the frightened, helpless thing anyone underestimating her might expect."They're not

Chapter 156 Lisa's POV The doctor drew Fiona's blood first, then mine, sealing both samples in identical plastic tubes right in front of me so I could watch every second of it, every label, every signature on the chain-of-custody form. "Results in six hours," the doctor said. "I'll run it myself, personally, so there's no question about the results being tampered with. Nobody touches these tubes but me until the machine gives me an answer." Vincent didn't leave the room while it happened. He stood by the door with his arms crossed, watching Fiona the way he'd watch an unarmed man he still didn't trust not to be carrying a knife somewhere. I understood it. I hated it too. Both things were true at once, the way so much about my life with Vincent had become two true things sitting uncomfortably in the same breath. "Can I have a minute with her," I asked him. "Alone." He hesitated. For a second I thought he'd say no, and I braced myself to argue. "I'll be right outside," he said fin

Chapter 158Christopher's POVGabriel's office felt colder every time I sat in it, though the temperature never actually changed. It was something about the man himself — the way he watched me like he was already calculating how much of me he could sell off if the deal went bad, weighing me the way a jeweler weighs a stone he already suspects is flawed."Your information on Fiona was useful," Gabriel said, not looking up from the documents on his desk. "The lawyers are already stalling her court filing. It buys us time.""Time for what," I asked, sinking into the chair across from him. "You still haven't told me what happens once we actually find Lisa. What's the plan after that, Gabriel? You've never once said."Gabriel finally looked up. For the first time since I'd known him, something behind his eyes looked almost afraid, a flicker I hadn't seen on his face in all the months I'd been dealing with him."That depends on who reaches her first," he said. "Us. Or someone else.""Someon

Chapter 160Vincent's POVThe cemetery was two hours outside the city, a quiet, overgrown plot my father had chosen decades ago for a wife he claimed to have loved and lost far too young. I hadn't visited it in fifteen years. I hadn't seen a reason to, back when I still believed there was nothing left there to find.Marcus met me at the gate with two shovels and a face that told me he already suspected what we were going to find, or rather, what we weren't going to find at all."Boss," he said quietly. "Are you sure about this? We could wait for morning. Bring proper equipment.""No," I said. "Dig anyway. Now."The headstone was simple, weathered by three decades of rain and wind. Helena Marguerite Storm. Beloved wife. Beloved mother. The dates carved beneath her name put her death six years after her marriage to my father, exactly matching what Duncan's contact had found in those sealed records.I stood over that stone for a long moment before I gave Marcus the nod, my chest strangel