FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN

Sarah’s POVI arranged the presentation files carefully on the conference table, aligning each one perfectly in front of a seat. Next, I placed bottles of water beside them, smoothing out the edges of my dress with trembling hands. I exhaled slowly, stepping back to assess my work. Everything was in place for the meeting with Adrian Blackwood, the CEO.The door swung open, and the board members began filing in, their conversations blending into a steady hum. I took my seat beside my manager, gripping my iPad and light pen, ready to take notes.Just minutes before the meeting was set to begin, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I hesitated, then leaned toward my manager. “Excuse me, sir. I need to use the restroom.”He shot me a pointed look. “Make it quick. I don’t want you missing a thing in this meeting.”I nodded and hurried out, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The elevator doors slid open, and just as I stepped forward, Adrian Blackwood strode out. His attention was locked

Chapter ThreeSarah’s POVI stood at the doorway, my fingers gripping the strap of my bag tightly. The office was sleek and modern—black, white, and grey tones giving it a sharp, intimidating feel. Two paintings adorned the walls, though I barely noticed the details. My heart pounded against my ribs. This was the first time I had been called into the CEO’s office since I started working here two years ago.“Please, take a seat,” Adrian said, his voice smooth yet commanding.“I’m comfortable standing, sir,” I replied, trying to steady my voice.“Miss Nathaniel,” he said again, slower this time, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Have a seat.”With a reluctant sigh, I sank into the chair across from him, my back ramrod straight.“You sent for me, sir,” I said, meeting his gaze with a mix of defiance and anxiety.I had a bad feeling about this. Had my manager reported me? Did they find an excuse to fire me? I needed this job. I needed the money for Nora.Adrian leaned back in his cha

Sarah’s PovI stepped out of my bedroom, about to head out when Adrian emerged from the kitchen, his bare chest glistening with sweat. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the sharp dips of his muscles on full display. He must have been working out—his usual morning routine before breakfast. Funny how I had memorized his habits when we had only been married for a few days.My eyes betrayed me, lingering a second too long.Adrian smirked. “I see you’re enjoying the view.”I snapped out of my thoughts, heat rising to my cheeks. “No! Eww!”His chuckle was low and deep, vibrating through the air between us. “You sure about that?” He took a step closer, arms folding across his chest, making his muscles flex deliberately.I took an instinctive step back, clearing my throat. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”He cocked a brow. “I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon since I got married last weekend.” His voice dripped with amusement. “Now, don’t change the subject. Where are you going?”“That’

Adrian's POV I moved swiftly through the crowd, Graham trailing behind me as we made our way toward the heart of the gala. My mind raced, trying to piece together Sophia’s angle. Promised a place in the new deal? It was absurd. No one in my team would dare make such a promise, not to her or anyone else without my approval.When we entered the main hall, the hum of conversation seemed louder and more tense. Sophia was in the center of a small group of investors, her practiced charm on full display.“There he is!” she announced as her eyes locked onto me. Her tone was light, but the smirk playing on her lips was anything but innocent. “Adrian, darling, I was just telling everyone about the wonderful opportunity you mentioned last year. You remember, don’t you?”I kept my expression neutral as I approached, every step calculated. “Sophia,” I said evenly, “a word, please.”Her eyes lit up with feigned curiosity, but I caught the flicker of unease beneath her confident exterior.“Of cours

Adrian's POVThe knock on Sarah’s door echoed faintly through the penthouse. I stood outside, waiting for her to respond. My knuckles hovered over the wood, ready to knock again, but I paused. Something about the silence on the other side of the door felt wrong.“Sarah?” I called again, this time louder.The door creaked open, revealing her pale face. Her eyes darted toward the window, then back to me.“What’s wrong?” I asked, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip before whispering, “I thought I saw someone outside.”My mind began to race at whoever it might be, lurking around my environment. Despite my playboy front, I had a lot of enemies — ones who wouldn't hesitate to have my head on a platter. I followed her gaze to the large window that framed the city skyline. The curtains were half-drawn, and the faint reflection of the room shimmered against the glass. From this height, it seemed impossible for anyone to be lurking nearby