All Chapters of Married In My Step Sister’s Place : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

What’s going on, Adrian? Why are you dragging me like this?” Zara snapped, her voice trembling with anger and confusion. She struggled against his iron grip, her heels scraping against the pavement. “Let go of me!”Adrian didn’t respond. His expression was cold, unreadable, his jaw set tight as if holding back a storm. He didn’t even glance at her; his silence spoke louder than any words could. Without a pause, he yanked open the car door and forced her inside.“Adrian, you’re hurting me!” she cried, but he slammed the door shut and got behind the wheel.The car roared to life, speeding through the night. Rain clouds loomed low, and the wind howled across the near-empty highway. Streetlights flashed past them in a blur, their glow catching the fury on Adrian’s face.“Can you stop being weird? Just talk to me!” Zara pleaded. “Please, stop the car, Adrian, you’re going to cause a huge mess!”He didn’t even blink. His knuckles were white around the steering wheel, veins visible on his fo

Adrian’s POV The night of the company party had started off just like any other formal event: music, laughter, and glasses clinking against each other. Adrian had barely touched his drink, his gaze fixed on the crowd while he made small talk with a few of the partners. “So, Voss,” one of them asked with a teasing grin, “why doesn’t your wife work with you? We thought couples like you would be inseparable in business.” Adrian forced a polite smile, suppressing the irritation that stirred beneath his calm exterior. “We wanted to be independent,” he replied smoothly. “That’s wise,” another partner nodded, swirling his wine. “And quite intelligent, actually.” But before Adrian could respond, another man leaned in, lowering his voice with the kind of tone meant to stir trouble. “Isn’t that your wife dancing with her boss?” Adrian’s jaw tightened instantly. He followed the man’s gaze and there she was. Zara. Moving gracefully, unaware of the stares. Her boss’s hand rested a littl

Chapter 45When Zara left the living room, Adrian stayed behind,. Something about her words replayed in his mind.“Then I’ll work for you ,not as your wife, but as a normal employee.”He leaned back, his lips twitching into a faint smirk.“She’s gotten bold,” he murmured to himself. “Did she… learn that from me?”It was confusing, even amusing. For the first time, Zara had spoken to him without fear ,only composure. That new spark in her voice unsettled and intrigued him at the same time.Before he could think too deeply about it, the door swung open.“Hello, brother! I’m back!”It was Isabella his younger sister, cheerful as ever. She dropped her bags by the door and rushed to hug him.Adrian, who had just finished dressing, turned toward her. His lip was still bruised from the fight the night before. “Why are you walking alone at night?” he asked, his tone half-scolding, half-concerned. “Couldn’t you have waited until morning? What if something happened to you on the way here?”Isab

Zara made a decision , she wasn’t going to use Adrian’s car anymore. It was too expensive for her new position, and she didn’t want to raise suspicions. She was here to live simply, quietly… to blend in.After her first day at work , one thing became clear: Adrian Voss was cold to everyone. To him, people were work, not company. But somehow, he seemed to hate her just a little more.Her routine remained simple: cook dinner, eat alone, and retreat to her . But at night, just as she was about to fall asleep, there was a sharp knock on her door.“Zara,” his voice came through, steady but impatient. “Where’s my grey suit? Did they deliver it?”“I don’t know where it is, sir,” she answered flatly through the door.“You’re supposed to know,” he snapped stern but not shouting.“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t see it. I’ll call them to confirm. If that’s all, I’d like to sleep now.”Before he could reply, she closed the door in his face.For a second, Adrian just stood there, stunned. Sir? he repe

When Zara stepped out of Adrian’s office, her cheeks were burning crimson. She tried to hide the blush that stubbornly clung to her face. “Why is he such a jerk,” she muttered teasingly under her breath, not out of anger but her chest felt light and heavy all at once.She walked back to her desk only to find Claire and the others already up and packing their things.“What’s going on?” Zara asked, puzzled.Claire grinned. “We’ve closed early so everyone can get ready for the company trip tomorrow. Didn’t anyone tell you?”Zara blinked. “Doesn’t he ever tell me anything beforehand?” she mumbled. She sighed and grabbed her purse.By the time she reached home, the sun had started to dip, painting the sky in lazy shades of orange. Isabella was in the kitchen, drinking water when Zara entered.“What? Why are you back so early? Is everything okay?” Isabella asked, placing her glass down.“Yeah,” Zara replied, with a warm smile. “We’ve got a company trip tomorrow, a sort of camping retrea