All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vincent's POV I slowly, deliberately reached down and removed her limp fingers from my shirt, smoothing down the fabric. My dangerous calmness was fully back in place.“Kill you? No, never, Bella,” I replied sarcastically, looking down at her fading expression. “I’m just putting you on a little suspension. You’ve been working so hard on your surveillance projects, you clearly need a long break. Please, appreciate the rest.”I stood up and adjusted my cuffs. The solution I had just injected into her neck wasn't lethal, but it was a specialized, high-dose cocktail of synthetic narcotics—a blend that would mimic a massive, psychotic drug overdose. By the time it fully settled into her system over the next few hours, it would trigger a severe, temporary state of chemically induced insanity and memory fragmentation. It would take months of heavy clinical detoxification before Bella could even remember her own name, let alone where she hid the digital backups of the video.Without wast

Lisa's POV Vincent’s hands moved up to my face, his palms framing my cheeks firmly. He looked deep into my eyes, tracing the path of a single stray tear that was left on my cheek. He brought his face closer, and without a single second of hesitation, he pressed his mouth against my skin and gently kissed away the tear.Slowly, his mouth migrated down to my lips. Gently, as if he was incredibly careful not to break what was left of my spirit, he pressed his lips right against mine. He started kissing me with a soft, comforting tenderness that made my chest ache.I closed my eyes, completely losing myself in the warmth of his mouth. As I leaned into him, the heavy duvet slipped down past my chest, entirely revealing my nakedness to the cool room air. Vincent didn't use the moment to take advantage of me. Still keeping his lips pressed to mine, his large hands slid down to grab the fallen fabric, helping me pull it back up and wrapping it securely around my bare chest. He continued

Christopher's POV I hadn't been to the office for two days. Ever since that nightmare at Vincent’s event—ever since my nude video leaked and blew my entire world to pieces—I couldn't bring myself to face the light of day.Instead, I was trapped inside the four walls of my bedroom, drinking myself into a complete stupor. It was the only way to drown out the noise in my head. For forty-eight hours straight, the liquor had been my only companion, but it wasn't working fast enough. Every time I closed my eyes, the bitter weight of regret choked me. I still couldn't fucking believe I had slept with Duncan. It wasn't supposed to happen. It was a total accident, a catastrophic mistake born out of panic and vulnerability, and the shame of it was eating me alive.Duncan had actually come around last night to see me. But I was so deeply embarrassed, so utterly terrified of looking into his eyes after what we did on that couch, that I had firmly ordered my security guards to lock him out at

Christopher’s POV I dragged my heavy, exhausted body into the bathroom, stripped out of my stained clothes, and let the hot water wash away the sticky layer of sweat and stale alcohol from my skin. I scrubbed aggressively, trying to wash away the memory of the past forty-eight hours. Once I was clean, I stood in front of the mirror, combed through my wild hair until it was perfectly styled, and pulled on a crisp, clean black t-shirt and dark jeans. I looked like a functioning human being again, even if my chest still felt hollow.I took a deep, grounding breath, opened my bedroom door, and walked out into the quiet hallway.My footsteps were slow, and entirely weighed down by nerves as I approached the grand staircase. As I reached the upper landing and began descending the steps, my eyes instantly landed on the living room downstairs.Clara was there. She was sitting right in the center of the couch, her posture small and unusually tense. Her head was lowered, her beautiful fac

Christopher's POV I tightened the cuffs of my clean shirt, taking one last look in the mirror. I looked presentable, but my hands were still shaking from the sheer panic of the last forty-eight hours.Before I could even reach for my briefcase, the bedroom door suddenly flew open again.Duncan walked in, his phone pressed tightly to his ear, his face deadpan but his eyes sharp.He was on a call with someone.I immediately paused, staring at him as he suddenly went completely silent for a few seconds. Then he simply said into the phone, "I'll inform him immediately."He ended the call at once, then looked straight at me.“Your secretary just bypassed the main line to reach me,” Duncan said, his voice dropping into a low, serious tone. “Mrs. Elena Storm isn't playing games, Christopher. She just deployed a high-stakes, elite private security team to your estate. They’re already pulling up outside your house right now.”I frowned, my chest tightening. “A security team? Why?”“Because t