All Chapters of His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

124 Chapters

The Engagement

Lauren’s POV The penthouse smelled like me now.That sounded like a small, stupid thing to notice, but it was the first thing that hit me every morning when I woke up — the faint vanilla of my body lotion soaked into the sheets, the residue of my shampoo clinging to the bathroom tiles. Three weeks ago, I wouldn't have been able to say that. Three weeks ago, I still felt like a squatter in a dead woman's life.I felt like a woman settling into her own skin. Reluctantly, dangerously, almost against my will.I'd been working Thursday night shifts at the underground casino again. Not because we needed the money — God knows Julian's empire could have swallowed half of Seattle's GDP and still had room for dessert. I went back because it was the only place that still felt entirely mine. The sound of shuffling cards, the cold snap of the poker chips between my fingers, the low voices of desperate men making desperate bets. That world never asked me to be anything I wasn't.Julian, of course,

Vivian's Silence

Lauren's POVThree weeks of nothing from Vivian Moreau should have felt like winning the lottery. For most people, radio silence from a psychotic blonde with a vendetta would mean breathing space, maybe even a chance to sleep without one eye open. For me, it was a goddamn fire alarm blaring in my skull. That bitch didn’t ghost people because she was done. She went quiet the way a sniper goes quiet—lining up the shot.I sat on the edge of the bed in the master suite, the sapphire ring Julian had given me catching the light from the city skyline. It still felt foreign on my finger, heavier than the diamond Serena used to wear, but real in a way that made my chest tight. I pulled the burner phone from the bottom drawer of the nightstand, the one I kept hidden even from Julian. My thumb scrolled through the thread for the hundredth time.'Vivian: Fifty days, impostor. Or I send your precious sister back in pieces and tell your monster husband exactly who’s been warming his bed. Tick tock

The Dossier

Lauren’s POV The file spread across the dining table like an autopsy.Julian had cleared everything else off — the coffee mugs, the stack of unopened mail, the small glass bowl of keys I'd started leaving near the door out of habit. Little by little, he'd pushed the ordinary pieces of our life aside to make room for this. For her.Vivian Moreau's entire life, dissected and laid flat.I stood there looking at it and felt something cold move through me that I didn't immediately have a name for. Not fear — not exactly. Something colder than fear. The feeling of realizing the darkness outside had always had a shape, and you had simply never looked closely enough to see it."How long have you been building this?" I asked. My voice came out steadier than I felt.Julian stood across from me, sleeves rolled to the elbow, both palms braced on the table like he was holding it down. "Months. Before Serena. Before all of it.""And you didn't think to mention it.""I'm mentioning it now."I looke

The Quiet Before

Lauren’s POV Life settled into a strange, comfortable domesticity.It wasn’t the kind of peace regular people experienced—there were still armed guards at the perimeter of the estate and Marcus’s team constantly running sweeps— but for us, it was a profound sort of quiet. The ghost of Serena had been completely scrubbed from the penthouse, replaced by the faint, consistent scent of vanilla body spray and the gritty reality of who I actually was.I wasn't a Vance anymore. Not in this house.I began accompanying Julian to his legitimate business meetings. I wasn’t there as decoration, and I damn sure wasn’t there playing the role of Serena’s ghost. I went as myself. When we walked into the sleek, glass-walled conference rooms in downtown Seattle, Julian introduced me simply."This is Lauren," he’d say to the few people he deemed worthy of his trust.But the underworld didn't just stop spinning because we wanted a breather.During a morning briefing at the Cross Holdings headquarters, t

Vivian Strikes

Lauren’s POV The digital clock on the bedside table read 2:16 AM.I was staring at the ceiling, my fingers lightly tracing the cold, sharp edges of the sapphire ring on my finger. The penthouse was suffocatingly quiet. It was that thick, heavy kind of silence that usually rolled into the casino right before a sore loser pulled a knife. My gut had been twisting all evening, ever since that text message lit up my old burner phone.'Enjoy the last peaceful night.'Beside me, Julian shifted. Even in his sleep, he was a statue of pure tension, one arm draped heavily over my waist, pinning me to the mattress. His breath was steady against my bare shoulder, smelling faintly of the expensive cedarwood cologne he always wore. I tried to swallow the lump of anxiety in my throat, forcing my muscles to relax. 'You’re safe,' I told myself. 'The guards are downstairs. Marcus tightened the grid. You’re fine.'Then, the clock flicked to 2:17.A tiny, almost imperceptible hiss echoed from the ceilin

A Stranger in His Own Skin

Lauren’s POV The medical team arrived in exactly eleven minutes. I knew because I spent every second of those eleven minutes staring at the digital clock on the bedside table, my hand pressed flat against my stomach.Marcus had three guards posted at the door, their faces pale, while the private medical team Julian kept on a permanent, multi-million-dollar retainer flooded the master bedroom. They didn’t ask questions. They just moved efficiently. I stood in the corner, pressing myself against the cold glass of the window, watching them run neurological assessments.Julian sat rigidly on the edge of the mattress. He wasn’t wearing his shirt, his chest was broad and scarred under the harsh clinical lights the medics had set up. If you didn’t know what had just happened, you’d think he was completely fine. His posture was perfect. His voice, when he answered the neurologist’s questions, was steady, precise, and chillingly calm."Name?" the doctor asked."Julian Cross.""Age?""Twenty-

The Return of the Monster

Lauren’s POV The Julian Cross who existed before I ever stepped foot into this penthouse wasn’t a man I had ever directly faced.I’d come into his world weeks after Serena vanished. By then, he was already changing, shifting under the friction of my defiance, his coldness mixing with a dangerous, unspoken possessiveness that eventually turned into something like love. I knew his cruelty, yeah, but it had always been wrapped in an obsession that belonged entirely to me.This version? This version was different. This was the cold, calculating bastard who had terrified my twin sister so thoroughly that she’d started plotting his murder before the ink on their marriage certificate was even dry.He was methodical. Contemptuous. Completely stripped of the fierce protectiveness that had slowly, dangerously softened him over our months together. Looking at him now felt like staring at a stranger who happened to have my lover's face.Within hours of the attack, the penthouse was turned into a

Serena Reclaims Her Throne

Julian’s POV The penthouse felt empty. It was a huge, expensive box that I had spent years turning into a fortress, but it felt like a shell. I walked through the front hall, my shoes clicking against the marble floor. Usually, this sound calmed me. Today, it just felt hollow.I had been dealing with a break-in—someone had tried to mess with our building’s systems. My security chief, Marcus, had been running around, talking about “experts” and new people he’d hired to fix the holes in our security. I barely listened. I just wanted the problem fixed. I didn’t care who was doing it. I didn't care about their names or their backgrounds. As long as they did their jobs, they were ghosts to me.I caught a glimpse of someone standing near the service hallway—a woman, someone from the new security team. I didn't even really look at her face. My mind was on work, thinking about my business and the threats to my money. She was just another face in the crowd. I walked past her without a glance.

The Wrong Wife Feels Right

Lauren’s POVThe low sound of the industrial refrigerator was the only thing keeping me sane. I wiped the counter for the tenth time, the rag moving in mindless circles."You’re trembling, Lo," Mica said, dropping a stack of clean plates on the stainless steel. "If you spill one more drink, the manager is going to shave your hair."I stopped, leaning against the counter. My hand automatically went to my stomach, a protective instinct that had become my permanent state of being. "He doesn’t know who I am, Mica. He looks at me like I’m some kind of ghost he’s trying to exorcise."Mica sighed, shaking her head as she tied her apron tighter. "So? You’re carrying his kid. You’re not a ghost. You’re his reality, whether his brain knows it or not.""He let her back in," I whispered, the words tasting so bitter in my mouth. "He looks at her, and he sees a wife. He looks at me, and he sees... I don’t even know what he sees. An employee. A nuisance. Or whatever."Mica leaned in, her voice dropp

Enemies Again

Julian’s POV The air in the study felt heavy and stale. It was that suffocating kind of silence that usually meant something was about to go wrong. I paced the room, the sharp click of my shoes against the wood matching the throbbing in my head. My mind felt like a locked room I couldn't open, and this damn acquisition report on my desk was doing nothing to help.The legal team had cleared the deal, but my gut was screaming that something was wrong. My memory of the last sixteen months was a blank, but my instincts? They were still razor-sharp.The door creaked open. I didn't look up, expecting Serena. I was already bracing myself for her fake, sugary voice and the way she liked to touch my arm like she actually owned me."You’re going to burn yourself out, Julian."That voice wasn't hers. It was thinner, sharper, and completely honest. I looked up. It was the twin–Lauren. She was standing by my desk, looking at one of my files like it was a casual magazine."Get out," I said, my voi

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