All Chapters of Married In My Step Sister’s Place : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The morning sun painted the roads gold as Zara steered the black Benz smoothly toward the office. The car purred beneath her hands, and every turn of the wheel filled her with a satisfaction she hadn’t felt in years. She wasn’t just driving she was conquering the road, cutting through traffic like a woman who had always belonged in power. For once, she didn’t feel like the shadowed, ignored girl she had grown up as. She felt like someone who could command attention, who could hold her head high.By the time she parked outside Blake Enterprises, she couldn’t resist the tiny smirk tugging at her lips. Stepping out of the Benz in her tailored outfit, she straightened her shoulders and walked inside. Heads turned whether it was the car, her confidence, or both, she didn’t care.Inside, she placed her things neatly on her desk and dove straight into her computer, fingers flying over the keys. She had work to do, and the car outside wasn’t going to distract her at least, not for long.“Zara

The silence in the vast penthouse was unbearable. Zara clutched her bag a little tighter, her gaze flickering nervously toward the woman who stood in the foyer like a monarch returned to her throne. Claire Voss’s presence always carried a chill that could cut deeper than any blade, and tonight was no exception.Claire’s eyes swept over Zara, sharp, calculating, filled with a disdain that dripped like poison. Finally, she broke the silence, her words as harsh as a whip.“When I entered here,” Claire began icily, “I expected you to be preparing my son a meal. To be obedient. That is your only role here. But no you were out parading yourself, trying to embarrass us.”Her lips curled in disgust. “How dare you start working?”Zara’s chest tightened, but she forced herself to keep her face blank, her eyes calm. She had long grown used to these daggers disguised as words.“We cannot let the world know how dense and useless you are,” Claire continued sharply. It was a lie Zara was intelligent

The day had already left Zara bruised, not in flesh but in spirit. Watching her work torn apart, knowing it had been done deliberately, burned inside her like acid. Blake’s words still echoed in her head:“Mrs. Zara,” he had said gently as she was leaving his office, “I’m sorry you had to go through this. You’re new, and you didn’t deserve that. I’ll find out who sabotaged you, and I’ll know the reason why.”His voice had been firm, protective almost. But Zara had forced a small smile and shaken her head. “It’s okay, sir,” she had said softly, though in her heart she knew the truth. She knew exactly who had planted that snake in her path.Her husband. Adrian Voss.By the time she left Blake Enterprises, her body was trembling with a mix of rage and dread. She had spent too many nights crying into her pillow, too many mornings swallowing humiliation. Not this time. Not after she had finally found something to hold onto a job, a rhythm, a purpose and he tried to snatch it from her.Her

Zara woke up early the next morning, her mind already racing. She prepared herself carefully, choosing a modest yet elegant outfit, wanting to appear composed. She didn’t want to embarrass Adrian even though every fiber of her being still resented him. Her hair was neatly pinned, and she applied minimal makeup, determined to present herself as calm, composed, and utterly untouchable.Rushing downstairs, she almost collided with Isabella, who was putting on her school bag. “I wish you luck, Mrs. Voss,” Isabella said with a mischievous smile, teasing her just a little.Zara sighed, forcing a polite smile. “Anyway… bye, see you later. Be safe,” she said, trying not to show her irritation.By the time she reached the parking lot, Adrian was already there, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and impatient as it flicked between his watch and the cars.“There you are, snail woman,” he snapped, his voice rough. “I’ve been standing here for ten minutes!”Zara muttered under her breath, a sly smirk tu

Adrian’s POVBy the time Adrian opened his eyes, the couch was already empty. Cold. Zara had left long before dawn. He sat up slowly, rubbing his temples, but felt no concern about where she had gone. He looked at the mist-covered windows, the frost biting against the glass, and only then realized how harsh the night had been. It hadn’t bothered him why should it? If Zara had suffered through the cold, that was her lesson. She deserved it for daring to talk back to him. For daring to stand her ground.But he had no time to linger on such thoughts. That morning was not ordinary. He had a meeting with the Prime Minister. Reputation mattered more than his private grudges. So he dressed sharply, his every movement precise, every button of his suit polished into perfection. When the driver brought the car around, Adrian slid in, cold as the weather outside, and gave the command.When he entered the grand hall, the Prime Minister, a stout man with gray hair and a mischievous twinkle in his