All Chapters of Married To My Husband’s Father : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

He looked straight off a long private flight—there was an edge of exhaustion around his eyes, but his posture was solid.He hadn't gone back to the Vance manor.He had come straight here.He had watched her mouth shape questions. He watched her hands remain still on the tablecloth. He watched the doctor’s posture shift from professional courtesy to something closer to careful respect.Without asking, Arthur pulled out the chair opposite her—the one Dr. Williams had just vacated—and sat down. He didn't speak immediately. He simply leaned back, crossing one long leg over the other, his gaze resting squarely on her face.Evelyn blinked, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of his presence. "Arthur? What... what are you doing here? I thought your flight didn't land until eight.""It landed an hour ago," Arthur said. His voice was low and laced with a gravelly weight that sent a shiver straight down her spine."Did Logan tell you where I was?" she asked. "I told the security detail I w

On the day of the Winter Assembly, thirty directors filled the hall on the eighty-eighth floor of Vance Global Tower.No one touched the water glasses. A few men kept checking their watches. The seat at the head of the table stayed empty.At 8:55 AM, the double doors at the back of the hall opened.Julian Vance walked in.He wore a dark suit. His chin was high. His steps were slow, as if he had all the time in the world. But his face was pale, and sweat shone at his temples. He could not hide that.Julian took a seat near the end of the table. His fingers locked around his pen. His eyes stayed at the empty seat at the head of the table.He had nothing left. The Hendersons were ruined. This meeting was his last door. If he could not take Evelyn’s power today, that door would close for good.At 9:00 AM sharp, the private elevator doors opened.Evelyn King Vance stepped into the hall.Her steps were even. Her back was straight. She wore a sharp black suit with silver buttons. A diamond n

The rain over the financial district had stopped, leaving a heavy, cold fog hanging between the glass towers.Inside the private office on the fourteenth floor of Croft Holdings, the only light came from the blue glow of a desktop screen. Julian Vance sat behind the desk. His jacket hung over the back of his chair. His tie was pulled slightly loose at his throat, revealing the tight cords of his neck.He reached toward a stack of printed reports while his thumb clicked a gold pen again and again.Click. Click. Click.The sound echoed off the glass walls of the office.On the corner of the desk, his phone began to vibrate.It buzzed against the wood with a rough rattle that made the gold pen stop mid-click.Julian’s hand froze. His eyes shifted slowly toward the screen. The display showed no name. No location. Only a string of nine zeros.[INCOMING CALL: 000 000 000]Julian stared at the screen for two full seconds. He picked up the phone and pressed it against his ear. He did not sa

The double doors were held open by two elderly butler staff dressed in traditional black coats. As Arthur and Evelyn crossed the entryway into the towering hall, the warm air inside hit them, thick with the scent of roasted meats, wine, and burning pine logs.The dining room of the Vance estate was built like an ancient castle hall.A long, table sat in the center of the room beneath three crystal chandeliers. The table was set for twelve, gleaming with silver cutlery, crystal stemware, and white ceramic plates bearing the family crest.At the head of the table sat Dona Margaret Vance.She was eighty-two years old, but her eyes were sharp, pale blue, and completely clear. She sat upright in her high-backed chair, her white hair styled into a perfect crown. She wore a dress adorned with a triple strand of South Sea pearls. Her hands, though thin and covered in age spots, held a cane with absolute firmness.Seated along the left side of the table was Marcus Vance—Arthur’s Elder brother—

Julian’s right hand gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned a dull, bloodless white. Outside, the streetlights flickered through the fog, casting long, sliding shadows across the bonnet of his car.The air inside the car remained cold.His phone lay face-up on the passenger seat. The dark screen remained black, but in his mind, the rasping static of that deep voice was still echoing through the quiet cabin.“If you know my name too early... your knees will fail you before the work is done.”Julian slowed the car as he reached an open intersection, his foot pressed down on the brake pedal. The vehicle came to a smooth stop beneath a flashing yellow traffic light.He stared at his own reflection in the rearview mirror. His hair was still combed back, his suit coat was still crisp, but beneath his eyes, two dark, sunken smudges had taken root."Who was it?" Julian murmured into the quiet car. His voice sounded raspy, and strange to his own ears.He lifted his right ha