All Chapters of Alpha Conrad: Claiming The Wrong Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning came with blessed warmth. It had rained the night before, so the sunshine was best to keep everywhere dry, the light filtered through the thin, yellowed curtains catching the dusts, Nadia decided it was time to change them as pulled her blazer over her shoulders. She was reaching for her heels when a knock sounded off, echoing through the entire house.Estelle hurried to the door, her hand clutching her chest in a reflexive gesture of caution. When she pulled it open, three people in white scrubs stood on the porch, a high-tech medical van idling behind them with the engine breathing like a purring beast."Can I help you?" Estelle asked, her voice trembling."Good morning, ma'am," the lead nurse said, offering a professional smile. "We’re from The Silver-Moon Sanctum. Beta Valentine O’hara sent us. We’re here to transport you to the facility for a full cardiovascular assessment and long-term care."Nadia dropped her shoes and rushed to the door, her eyes wide. "The Silver-

The following morning started with an uncanny silence that followed her from home, since her mother was admitted at the sanctum, being alone all by herself made her realise how much space her mum had taken in her life and she really missed her. They spoke over a video call before she came in for work. When Nadia sat at her desk and toggled the power on her workstation, she didn't find the glowing "Project Phoenix" icon waiting for her. Instead, the file was empty. Every file, including cross-reference to the Edwards’ shell companies had been wiped.Nancy gasped from the doorway, her coffee nearly slipping from her hand. "Ms. Williams? You’re here already. I was about calling you to inform you that your drive looks it was factory reset."Nadia stared at the blank screen for a heartbeat, then a small smile touched her lips. She reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a slim, matte-black encrypted external drive."They really think I’m an amateur, Nancy," Nadia murmured, plugging t

Nadia’s pulse throbbed in time with the electric buzz of the lounge’s neon sign. Valentine had yanked her out of the office the moment the clock hit six, dismissing her protests. After a day of dodging virtual bullets, he decided that "emergency drinks" were no longer optional."I’ve worked for the Bradley Group for years, darling," Valentine said, swirling a green cocktail in one hand. "I never knew such negative, gutter-level vices existed in this company until you showed up."Nadia leaned back in the plush booth, nursing a glass of sparkling water. "I didn't realize I was such a catalyst for chaos.""You aren't the catalyst, Nadia. You’re the light in all of this if we are to be honest," Valentine said, his expression unusually serious. "And when you turn on a light in a room full of cockroaches, they don't just sit there. They scramble. Now they’re trying to get you out at any cost because you’re making their little shadows disappear.""Let them scramble. I’m not going anywhere. I

"I told you, Ma'am, the Alpha is in a closed-door session with the auditors," the receptionist pleaded, scurrying behind Danielle as she marched toward the executive wing. "You cannot just walk in!"Danielle didn't even look back. "I am his fiancée. I don't need access, I need to see my future mate. Now, go back to your desk before I call him to discuss your lack of hospitality.""But—""Go!" Danielle snapped, her eyes flashing with anger at her audacity.The receptionist faltered, and Danielle took the opportunity to turn the corner into the Senior Analyst corridor.Her heels clicked like a countdown on the floor. She was here to surprise Conrad with a lunch proposal—a desperate bid to regain some ground after the humiliation of the postponed engagement ceremony.As she passed the glass-walled offices, her pace slowed. She reached Nadia’s door and stopped.Her Mom was right after all. “That slumgirl actually works here”The office was empty.Nadia was likely in the archives or a meet

Things were a bit different today.The blinds in Nadia’s office were drawn tight, but the slivers of afternoon sun still felt like needles pressing into her eyes. She leaned back in her chair, her hand resting instinctively over her stomach. It felt tight, uncomfortably bloated, and a strange dizziness kept pulling at the edges of her vision."What is wrong with me?" she muttered to her as she tried to adjust the chair.She thought back to the morning.The moment Nancy had walked in to deliver the morning briefs, Nadia had nearly recoiled.The floral perfume Nancy had worn for weeks—a scent she usually found pleasant—had hit her. It smelled sour, and utterly revolting.A soft knock sounded at the door.Nancy peeked in, looking hesitant. "Ms. Williams? I... I’ve switched to the unscented lotion you mentioned. I am so sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."Nadia looked up, offering a weak, apologetic smile. "No, Nancy, it’s me who should apologize. I don't know w