All Chapters of From Fake Wife To Untouchable Heiress : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“The child.”The room went silent after Vincent said the words. For one second, Daphne thought she had misheard him.Then Vincent grabbed his phone harder. “What do you mean she’s gone?” he barked. “Where was security?”Brian moved instantly. “Who took her?”Vincent looked furious. “How the hell would I know?”Daphne was already standing. Her pulse pounded violently in her ears. “No,” she whispered. “No—”The little girl she had raised for years. The child she was forbidden to see. Was gone. Brian caught Daphne’s wrist before she could walk out blindly.“Focus.” His voice was low and controlled. Too controlled.Daphne yanked free. “Don’t tell me to focus.”The boardroom watched the scene unfold in stunned silence while cameras flashed outside the glass walls. Vincent pointed at Brian suddenly. “This is your fault.”Brian’s eyes darkened. “You lost operational authority an hour ago,” he said coldly. “Your security failures belong to you.”Vincent gave a sharp laugh. “Security failure?

By midnight, Morrison Global’s crisis floor looked like a war room. Screens glowed across the darkened space. Market projections. Security feeds. Media alerts.Carter Holdings stock had already started fluctuating after rumors of the child’s disappearance leaked online. Exactly what the kidnappers wanted. Instability, fear and pressure. Brian stood near the glass wall overlooking the city, phone pressed against his ear.“Lock down every remaining Carter server,” he ordered. “And trace the leak source internally before opening external investigations.”“Yes, sir.” The call ended.Another began immediately. “Mr. Adrian,” a board member said nervously, “investors are asking whether the acquisition will be delayed.”“It won’t.”A pause.“With respect, sir, the situation is becoming difficult to contain.”Brian’s eyes shifted toward the conference room across the floor. Daphne was sitting alone inside. Still working. Still reviewing acquisition files.She hadn’t stopped once since the kidn

Daphne's POVBrian didn't answer my question immediately. That alone told me enough. “When exactly did you enter my life, Brian?”The silence stretched between us. It wasn't awkward, it was measured. His eyes stayed on mine, calculating carefully like he was deciding which version of the truth would hurts the least. That irritated me more than if he had lied.We were alone in my office. The city was glowing behind the glass walls. News channels were still running stories downstairs about the kidnapping, the corporate war and the acquisition battle.My face.Vincent’s face.Brian’s face.Every screen in the city wanted something from us.Right now—I only wanted answers. “You accessed my records years ago,” I said. Still calm, still controlled.“You knew about my marriage before I inherited anything.”Brian finally spoke. “Yes.” No excuse. No denial. Just yes.I nodded once, slowly. “Why?”He looked away from me briefly this time. His first mistake. “Because I needed to understand who

Daphne's POV I read the message three times. The words didn't change. I asked Brian what happened the night my father changed his will.A simple and direct question. It wasn't a threat, just a trigger. I lowered the phone slowly. Brian was already looking at it. Not in a confused or surprised way, just… resigned. Like he knew this day would eventually arrive.“The night my father changed his will,” I said.His expression didn't move.“What happened?”No answer. I laughed once. Not because anything was funny. Because suddenly I understood something. Every important question in my life seemed to end the same way. With Brian standing in front of me and silence.“You were there.”Not a question, a fact.“Yes.”Finally an answer. I nodded slowly. “Of course you were.” I walked back around my desk and set my phone down.“Why wouldn’t you be?”Brian remained where he was. Watching. Calculating. Choosing. Always choosing.“My father changed his will a month before he died.”I pulled open a

Daphne's POV Someone was inside the building, not outside or watching from across the street. They were inside. Close enough to photograph us through Brian’s office wall. Close enough to know exactly where we were. I picked up the phone again and studied the image from every angle. Paying attention to all the reflections and all the details. I didn't find anything obvious. Whoever took it knew what they were doing.Brian was already moving. His phone was in his hand. He'd placed three calls in less than ten seconds. He wasn't wasting any words. He wasn't panicking either. He was just taking action. “Lock down every floor.” A pause. “No one leaves.”Another pause. “I don’t care who’s inconvenienced.”He ended the call and started another. “Pull access logs for the past seventy-two hours.” He hung up again.The office door opened. Security personnel entered immediately. Brian turned toward them. “Seal the executive floors.”One of them hesitated. “Mr. Adrian, the board members—”“I s