Todos os capítulos de His Contract Wife's Secret Twins : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Armando's POVFiona's vitals had been greatly stable through the next hour.The monitor's rhythm has settled into something ordinary enough; that even the attending staff relaxed the careful vigilance they had held since the alarm first sounded.Ellery arrived not long after, confirming what Zahara's quick intervention had already told me.That whatever crisis had nearly taken my aunt tonight had passed, at least for now.I waited until the room had emptied of staff before I turned to Zahara. Who stood near the window with her arms wrapped around herself.Exhaustion clearly visible in every line of her posture."Walk with me," I said.She followed me into the corridor without argument, and I led her toward the small sitting room at the end of the hall; rather than my study.Somewhere quieter. Somewhere that did not carry the weight of the rules, I had laid out there on our wedding night."You said you knew what to do in there," I said, once the door was closed behind us."That is not

Zahara's POV"Slow down," I said into the phone. My back pressed against the wall outside the breakfast room. My voice pitched low enough— that it would not carry back through the closed door."Tell me exactly what happened.""The nanny took them to a follow up appointment this morning," Priya said. Her words rushed and breathless."Nothing unusual, a routine check after the last visit. But she said a car followed them the entire way back to my building. Slow. Deliberate. The kind of following that does not pretend to be a coincidence."My stomach dropped. Though I forced my voice to stay level."Did she get a plate number?""Partial. I already had a contact run it. It came back registered to a private security firm. One that does contract work for corporations across the city. Nothing that points directly anywhere yet. But Zahara, this is the second time in a week, someone has gotten close enough to notice them."I closed my eyes briefly. Pressing my palm flat against the cool wall.

Zahara's POVI returned the following evening at the same hour, the household settled into its usual quiet.My visits to the east wing now familiar enough to the staff that no one so much as glanced up when I passed.Fiona was sitting up against her pillows when I arrived. Stronger than she had been in days. With color returning to her face in a way that made something in my chest loosen with relief."You look better tonight," I said. Checking her chart before I settled into the chair beside her bed."I feel better. Whatever you are doing seems to be working, though I will confess I do not fully understand what that is."She studied me as I worked. With the same searching curiosity from the night before. Sharper now. More focused, as though her mind had finally cleared enough to properly examine the thing that had been nagging at her. "May I ask you something personal, Zahara?""Of course.""Where were you born?"The question landed so heavy, that it caught me off guard. Ordinary eno

Armando's POVThe envelope arrived on my desk without a return address. Delivered to my assistant by a courier just immediately 9 o'clock that morning.It was plain and unremarkable in every way, except for the single word typed across the front in block letters.Confidential.I opened it after a few meetings, expecting nothing more than the usual mixture of press requests and competitor proposals that found their way to me through channels my assistant had not yet learned to filter properly.But instead, a single photograph slid out onto my desk, and whatever I had been thinking about a moment earlier disappeared entirely from my mind.Zahara stood outside a flower shop I did not recognize.Her head tilted toward a man whose face was angled away from the camera. His arms wrapped around her in an embrace that looked far more intimate, than anything I had ever been offered from her since our wedding day.I sat with it for a long moment. My jaw tightening. My mind working through every

Armando's POVI did not go to my meeting. I told my assistant to reschedule everything on my calendar for the remainder of the afternoon.And drove aimlessly at first, through streets I had known my entire adult life. Until I found myself parked outside my company building, where I had spent most of my twenties learning exactly how much a man could survive losing; before he stopped letting anything matter enough to lose again.The photograph sat folded in my jacket pocket. A small sharp weight, I could feel every time I shifted in the seat.And I found myself returning to it despite every instinct telling me to leave it alone, until my temper cooled enough to think clearly.I had built an empire on the discipline of never reacting from anger.Every negotiation I had ever won came from patience, from waiting until an opponent revealed themselves through their own impatience rather than mine.I had told myself, driving away from the estate an hour ago, that I would apply that same disci