All Chapters of Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Early that morning, Julian stood by the large window of his private study, gazing out at a sky that was heavy with gray fog. A few feet away near the desk, Leo waited quietly while holding a thin notepad in his hands."I want you to look into Sophie," Julian said without turning around, his voice quiet but carrying a firm edge."Sophie Hart, sir?" Leo asked in dupriy, shifting his feet."I don't trust her," Julian replied as he turned around slowly and crossed his arms. "Run a background check on her to see if she has been involved in any suspicious behavior lately, especially whether she has been in contact with any media."Nodding quickly, Leo took a step back toward the door. "Understood, sir. I will start looking into it immediately."---An hour later, the entire family gathered around the long dining table for breakfast, the silence in the room was incredibly uncomfortable.Grandmother Isabella sat proudly at the head of the table, while Victor and Beatrice sat opposite each ot

Julian stood in his room early that morning, already wearing his dark trousers and a crisp white shirt. Leo stood across from him, checking a tablet. Eva was downstairs."Sir, you have the regional logistics call at ten o'clock," Leo said, looking up. "And after that, the investment committee is waiting for your signature on the Q3 reports. Should I push the committee back to noon?"Julian didn't look at his phone or the documents on his bed. He reached for his watch and buckled it onto his wrist. "Cancel the logistics call entirely, Leo. And tell the investment committee they will have to wait until tomorrow."Leo blinked in surprise, his pen freezing over the screen. "Cancel it, sir? That call took three weeks to schedule with the overseas directors.""My wife has her first official prenatal checkup at ten," Julian said. His voice was calm, but his tone left absolutely no room for argument. "Everything else can wait. Get the car ready."Leo paused for a fraction of a second, a small

Eva stared at Lucien. The bright morning sun in the garden suddenly felt too harsh, too ordinary for the terrifying words he had just said."Stealing," she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "From Julian.""That's exactly what you told me." Lucien rubbed a heavy hand over his jaw. The memory was clearly costing him a lot to hand over."You had been going through old transfer records. Something to do with the family's private holdings. You said the numbers didn't match. Money was moving out through accounts nobody could explain, routed somewhere it had no business going.""Did I tell you who was doing it?""No." Lucien shook his head slowly. "You said you weren't sure yet. You said you needed more time before you said anything to anyone. You knew that if you were wrong, you would be accusing a family member of something that could tear this family apart."Eva pressed her palm flat against the glass table, steadying her shaking hands. "And three weeks later, I disappeared.""Three we

"I said close it!"Henderson didn't wait for her to move. He lunged across the desk, his arm slamming down to rip the laptop shut."No—" Eva reached out, trying to hold the screen open, trying to keep the ledger in front of her for one more second.His shoulder caught her hard, shoving her back. Her feet lost the floor and her spine hit the wall, the air punching out of her lungs in one sharp gasp.Her hands went to her stomach before she'd even decided to move them.Henderson didn't see it. He slammed the lid down and stood there behind the desk, chest heaving, his tie crooked, one finger pointed at the door."You've crossed a line, Eva." His voice had dropped, flat and official. "I don't care whose wife you are. In this department, I am your superior, and you just used a stolen code to break into restricted archives."Eva pushed off the wall, one hand still pressed low against her waist, and made herself stand straight."You're protecting a thief, Henderson. That file shows money mo

The conference center buzzed with the particular energy of people pretending not to check who else was in the room. Julian guided Eva through the crowd with a hand at the small of her back, nodding to familiar faces, stopping twice to shake hands with men who smiled too wide and watched Eva a beat too long."You didn't have to come," Julian said quietly, leaning close. "You could have stayed home and rested.""I've been resting for days now. I needed air that wasn't estate air."He almost smiled at that.A reporter's badge caught Eva's eye first — a man weaving through the crowd with a recorder already in hand, aiming straight for them before anyone could intercept him."Mr. Castellan, a quick word for Metro Daily?"Julian's expression smoothed into something polished and practiced. "Make it quick.""There's been talk," the man said, recorder lifted, eyes sharp, "about tension in your marriage following the photo scandal a few weeks back. Some sources suggest your own personal conduct