All Chapters of His fake wife, their real obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

19 Chapters

Chapter 1: The Ultimate Betrayal

Lydia’s POV Omg, Julian... you are fucking your son's lesson teacher! Ms. Davies gasped, frantically grabbing her scattered clothes to shield her bare chest, her face flushing crimson. But Julian just sat up, completely unbothered, brushing a strand of dark hair from his forehead. "Lydia," he sighed, his voice dripping with utter boredom. "You’re home early. Lower your voice before you wake up the neighbors." “Lower my voice?" My hands trembled so violently I had to ball them into fists, nails biting into my palms. "It’s our fourth wedding anniversary! I spent the entire evening preparing a surprise for you, waiting at the restaurant like a fool, and you bring her into my bed?!" Julian rolled his eyes, swinging his naked legs over the side of the mattress. He stood up, towering over me without a shred of shame. “Oh, cut the dramatic wife act. It bores me. You knew exactly what this marriage was when we signed the papers. I don't love you, Lydia. I never have, and I damn sure nev

Last Updated : 2026-07-11

Chapter 2

Lydia’s POV Oh, fuck. What the fuck is happening to me? My hands turned to ice around the silver tray I was holding. It wasn’t a hallucination. The raw, heavy ache between my thighs and the faint, distinct scent of their expensive cologne clinging to my skin were terrifyingly real. They weren't ghosts of a drunken mind. They were standing right in front of me. Zane, Kian, and Cassian. They stood like dark gods, towering in impeccable tailored suits. Zane shifted his weight, his sharp jaw tightening as his eyes flared with the same possessive intensity from years ago, back when he used to chase me. Kian tracked my shaking hands with a knowing, ruthless smirk. Cassian’s gaze dropped to my lips, heavy with history. They are billionaires with a ruthless reputation in the business world that made men like Julian look like ants. "Lydia, what are you doing just standing there?" Julian’s voice sliced through my panic, full of sharp irritation. He forcefully grabbed my elbow, pullin

Last Updated : 2026-07-11

Chapter 3

Lydia’s POV “Lydia! Where the hell are you?" Julian’s voice echoed down the hallway, his heavy footsteps clicking sharply against the marble, drawing closer to the terrace. My heart violently hammered against my ribs. I tried to pull away, but Zane’s large hand remained wrapped around the nape of my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline with terrifying calmness. "Let go," I choked out in a panicked whisper. "He’s coming."Zane didn't flinch. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "We still love you, Lydia. We never stopped. Not since years ago." Before I could even process the heavy words, the three of them vanished into the darkness of the garden like shadows, leaving the terrace empty just as Julian stepped through the French doors. "There you are," Julian snapped, his eyes scanning the space with deep irritation. "The investors are leaving. Get to the front door right now." As I turned to follow him, I felt a sharp edge press against my palm. Zane had fierce

Last Updated : 2026-07-11

Chapter 4

Lydia’s POV I dropped the phone onto the floor, my breath hitching as the silence of the room rushed back in. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger, eyes bloodshot, lips swollen, dressed in a crimson silk nightgown meant for a man who didn't give a fuck if I lived or died. I didn't pack a bag. I didn't change out of the silk. I just grabbed the keys to Julian’s matte-black sports car, snuck past the master bedroom where the muffled, disgusting groans were still echoing, and bolted out to the garage. The sports car tore out into the midnight rain, the tires screeching against the asphalt as I pushed the engine to its absolute limit. I didn't give a fuck about the speed limits. I didn't give a fuck about anything. The address Zane had flashed to my phone was a fortress of concrete and glass overlooking the cliffs on the edge of the city. The massive iron gates rolled open automatically the second the headlights hit them. I slammed the brakes in the driveway, threw the keys

Last Updated : 2026-07-11

Chapter 5

Lydia’s POV I scrambled out of the tangled silk sheets, my limbs heavy and aching as I snatched my ruined crimson nightgown off the floor. The cold morning light bled through the glass windows, exposing the dark bruises blooming across my skin. "Where do you think you're going?" Zane’s deep baritone cut through the quiet, a dangerous vibration that instantly made me freeze. Before I could snap my bra closed, a massive, tattooed hand clamped onto my wrist. Cassian dragged me backward against his bare, solid chest, his grip a steel vice. Kian materialized from the shadows of the bathroom, blocking the door, his eyes dark and unyielding. "I'm going home," I choked out, wrenching my wrist free, though my hands shook violently as I pulled the velvet dress over my head. “This was a mistake. I never wanted to meet you guys again in my life! You tore me apart years ago, and I won't let you do it again!" "You're already ours, Lydia," Kian murmured, stepping closer, his fingers grazi

Last Updated : 2026-07-11

Chapter 6

Lydia’s POV Lydia, this is Vanessa," Julian announced, his voice smooth and entirely cold as his hand tightened on her waist. "My girlfriend." My jaw locked, the room tilting violently. Vanessa. I didn't need an explanation; I had seen the old framed photographs hidden in the bottom drawer of his office desk. She was the college ex-girlfriend he had spent years obsessing over the one he truly wanted before my father forced our merger. Seeing her standing here, wrapped in old-money cream wool, shattered the very last anchor of my hope. The pathetic delusion of a happy ending, the fairy-tale life I had bled four years to protect, died instantly. "Get your things out of the master suite," Julian ordered again, his tone clipping the air as he stepped toward me. "Now." "No," I whispered, digging my heels into the hardwood. "This is my home, Julian. I am your wife." "Not anymore." Julian lunged forward, his fingers clamping like iron bands around my bicep. He violently

Last Updated : 2026-07-11

Chapter 7

Lydia’s POVJulian’s eyes darted from my vibrant, boss-red suit to the three towering figures standing shoulder-to-shoulder behind me"What the fuck is this?" Julian chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped down the final two stairs. He pointed a finger directly at my face, his voice dripping with condescending amusement. “A red suit, Lydia? Really? You think putting on a tailored jacket suddenly gives you a seat at the table?"I didn't blink. I didn't move a muscle. I stood my ground, my heels practically glued to the polished stone."Julian” Zane’s baritone started, a low, predatory rumble, but I raised my hand slightly.The three billionaires immediately paused, letting me handle the leash.Julian’s laugh curdled into an annoyed scoff. He stepped right into my personal space, radiating that familiar, toxic heat that used to make me shrink. “Shut the absolute fuck up, Lydia. Go back to the kitchen or whatever guest room you’re hiding in. Just because you ran off and slept with my

Last Updated : 2026-07-14

Chapter 8

Lydia’s POVThe heavy, double mahogany doors of the Miller Logistics boardroom swung open.I walked in first.The click of my six-inch red stilettos against the polished hardwood floor was the only sound in the suffocatingly tense room. Behind me, Zane, Kian, and Cassian followed like a wall of sheer, dark muscle, their presence forcing every board member to sit up straight, their breath catching.At the far end of the long glass table, Julian sat. The slick, arrogant CEO was gone; his tie was askew, his designer suit wrinkled, and his face pale. Next to him, Vanessa clutched her expensive purse, her knuckles white, her eyes burning with pure, jealous hatred as she looked at me."Good morning, gentlemen," I said, sliding effortlessly into the leather high-back chair at the head of the table. The literal seat of power.Zane and Kian stood on either side of my chair, hands clasped in front of them, while Cassian sat right next to me, his heavy, tattooed arm casually draped over the back

Last Updated : 2026-07-15

Chapter 9

Lydia’s POV My blood ran entirely to ice. The wet, heated fog of the penthouse evaporated in a single, heart-stopping second. I scrambled off the leather sofa, completely ignoring the protest of my aching, overstimulated body. I didn't care that I was naked, that my silk camisole was torn to shreds, or that the sticky slick of Zane, Kian, and Cassian was still drying on my thighs. "Lydia, wait” Zane’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist, his grip firm but careful. His dark eyes were alert, the feral lust instantly replaced by pure, cold calculation. "My baby," I choked out, my voice cracking as I violently yanked my arm back. "My baby is gone!" I grabbed my red blazer off the floor, throwing it over my bare shoulders, and frantically searched for my ruined panties before giving up entirely. I stepped back into my red stilettos with shaking feet, my heart hammering so violently against my ribs I could barely breathe. Ten minutes later, we erupted through the front doors of t

Last Updated : 2026-07-15

Chapter 10

Lydia's POVThe air in the foyer felt razor-thin. I stared at my phone, the screen now dark, but the voice was still ringing in my ears like a siren.It wasn't a guess. It was an absolute, terrifying certainty. The cadence, the slight drag at the end of the syllables it was someone I had spoken to, someone who knew my schedule, my life, my weaknesses. But who? My mind spun in a frantic, sickening circle, unable to pin a face to the rhythm of that chilling threat."Lydia? Lydia, look at me," Zane’s voice broke through my panic. His large, warm hands cupped my face, forcing me to meet his intense, dark gaze. "We are going to get him back. Do you hear me? Breathe."I nodded numbly, but my eyes drifted past his shoulder. Julian was pacing near the dark corridor that led to his private study. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders hunched. There was a frantic, jittery energy to him that didn't feel like that of a grieving

Last Updated : 2026-07-16

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