All Chapters of Married In My Step Sister’s Place : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adrian’s POVHe didn’t know when it had started but kept on thinking about Zara, that is. She was fragile, unpredictable, she was like a whole new person to him !The sun was barely up when he stepped out of his tent, the air still carrying the chill of dawn. He hadn’t planned to go to her tent, but somehow, his feet led him there.Zara was still asleep, her brow creased like she was trapped in a bad dream. Without thinking, he crouched beside her and brushed his fingers lightly across her forehead. Her frown eased instantly, and she let out a soft, sleepy smile that made his chest tighten in the most unfamiliar way.“You’re such a big baby,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a faint smirk.For a second, she stilled, and when that little smile faded, he pulled his hand back as though burned. His gaze lingered on her nose, her lips, the way her hair framed her face and for the first time, he really saw her.“Get a grip, Adrian,” he whispered to himself before gett

At the office, everyone looked worn out. Their faces carried the fatigue of endless days, yet they pushed on duty before rest. Zara was one of them. The meeting room buzzed faintly with the sound of shuffling papers and low whispers as they all waited for their boss.There was one thing Zara had already noticed in her short time at the company: whenever he entered, no one stayed seated. The air always seemed to shift when he walked in.And then he did.Adrisn stepped into the room, as usual with Rosey beside him, carrying his files. Chairs screeched as everyone rose to their feet. But before Zara could stand. “Zara, don’t stand up. Stay in your seat.”The room went dead silent. Eyes widened. Even Zara froze, unsure if she had heard him right. Whispers broke out almost immediately, quiet ripples of shock spreading across the room. Rosey’s expression darkened, anger flickering in her eyes.Zara wished she could vanish under the table. Why would he say that in front of everyone? she th

At work, Zara could barely focus. No one seemed to know that Adrian, their strict, untouchable boss, was lying sick at home.She’d spent the day counting the hours, her mind drifting again and again to him. The image of his blood, his weak eyes, and his mother’s accusation haunted her. So when the clock finally struck five, Zara didn’t wait a second longer. Unlike her usual days of staying late, she was the first to leave.There was only one thing on her mind: How is Adrian?When she got home, the house was unusually quiet. As she stepped into the garden, she froze.Adrian was there sitting beneath the tall trees, wrapped in a light sweater. He looked pale, a little worn out, but better than before. His presence startled her; she hadn’t expected to find him outside.“So you’re not risking your life again by coming home late, huh?” he said, his voice calm but teasing.Zara jumped slightly, caught off guard. Turning toward him, she met his gaze and for the first time in a while, she di

victory months in the making. For everyone at Voss Enterprises, it marked the end of sleepless nights and relentless deadlines. Adrian stood before his employees that morning, his usually stern face softened by satisfaction.“Since we signed the deal,” he said, his deep voice steady and confident, “it’s all thanks to your hard work. I’m throwing a party to celebrate our success.”The room erupted in cheers. Laughter filled the air, and even the tiredest employees smiled in relief. But amid the celebration sat one woman who didn’t share their excitement Zara. Her expression remained unreadable, her hands neatly folded on the table as she looked anywhere but at him.Adrian’s gaze, however, kept drifting toward her. Each time, she felt the weight of it but refused to meet his eyes. She was done pretending, done hoping, done with the man who kept confusing her heart.That evening, instead of heading straight home, Zara took a detour into town. She stopped by a boutique, scanning through r

Adrian lifted her into his arms despite her faint protests, her voice slurred and her movements weak. It was painfully clear she’d been drugged.“Who did this to you, Zara?” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and fury.He gently placed her in the car and fastened her seatbelt as she mumbled incoherently beside him. The entire ride home, Zara kept talking half-conscious, lost in a haze while Adrian just listened, his knuckles white around the steering wheel. She spoke of strange, broken things, her thoughts spilling like pieces of a dream.When they finally reached home, Isabella came running the moment she saw them.“Zara!” she gasped, her voice cracking. Zara looked pale, her eyes fluttering open and shut as though she was drifting between worlds.“What’s wrong with her?” Isabella asked, panic rising.“She was drugged,” Adrian said quietly. “God knows by who.”Isabella’s eyes widened in shock, tears pooling. But when she saw Zara nestled in Adrian’s