All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lisa's POV Vincent walked in and his eyes found me immediately. I was sitting up against the headboard trying to look like I had not spent the entire day waiting for him to come back. I don't think it was working. He didn't say anything right away. He just stood there for a moment, looking at me the way someone looks at something they have been thinking about all day. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was just steady. The kind of look that made you feel seen in a way you weren't quite ready for. Then he walked forward slowly and pulled the chair beside the bed closer. He sat down, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, and without a word he reached out and took my hand in both of his. His hands were warm. Firm. The kind of hands that didn't hold things loosely. He looked down at my hand for a second, then up at me, and he asked quietly, "How are you holding up? And I mean really." Something about the way he said it—not as a formality, but like he actually wanted to know—made me

Lisa's POV I was so overwhelmed by everything I had just heard that my mind couldn’t keep up anymore.Something in me suddenly snapped and my body moved on its own—I didn’t even realize I had gotten off the bed until I was already standing.My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking.I looked around the room wildly, and my eyes landed on the ceramic vase on the side table—fresh flowers still inside, the ones Vincent had ordered for me.Before I could think, I grabbed it with both hands.A scream tore out of me as I lifted it, ready to smash it against the wall.But Vincent moved faster.His hand shot out and closed around my wrist before I could bring it down.In one smooth motion, he pulled the vase from my grip and turned me around, locking me against his chest.“Lisa…” he said firmly, holding me still. “You can’t hurt yourself like this. You’re still recovering, remember?”I struggled against him at first—pushing at his chest, trying to break free—but his grip didn’t loosen.

Lisa's POV Vincent Storm—the man who made boardrooms go silent just by walking in—stood there completely speechless.And somehow, that alone made my heartbeat even more unsteady.Because the look on his face wasn’t irritation and it wasn’t anger either, it was shock—pure, genuine shock that lingered in his expression, as though he truly hadn’t expected me to say something like that to him at all.It was no doubt that Vincent was caught completely off guard by the confidence in my voice.His throat moved once again slowly as his eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and unreadable now, but no matter how calm his face remained, I could still see it—that tiny crack in his composure he was trying so hard to hide.And somehow… I liked it.The silence stretched between us again. Long. Heavy. Almost awkward.Vincent still didn’t say anything.And slowly, my confidence started crumbling under the weight of his silence.My brows furrowed immediately.Then I folded my arms tightly beneath my breasts a

Lisa's POV The moment he said that, I immediately started struggling, twisting my wrists instinctively, but it was useless. He didn’t even tighten his grip fully, yet I couldn’t move. It was infuriating how easily he controlled the space between us.“Let go of me,” I said quickly, trying to sound angry, but my voice came out thinner than I wanted.“You’re insane,” I muttered under my breath.A faint shift passed through his expression at that.Not anger.Something closer to interest. Amusement.He leaned in slightly, just enough for his presence to press against me in a way that made my thoughts scatter.Then he spoke again, almost too calmly, his voice low and controlled as it brushed through me, “You think I need a full hand to pin you down, Lisa…” He let out a small, quiet chuckle, the kind that didn’t feel playful at all.“Two fingers,” he said casually, almost like he was thinking out loud, “just two fingers, honey, and you wouldn’t be able to move an inch from where I put you.”

Lisa's POV He was still on his knees in front of me, his fingers carefully finishing the last of it as he removed my socks completely. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The room felt quieter than it had any right to be, like the entire world had slowed down just to watch this strange stillness between us.I swallowed slightly, shifting on the bed, suddenly aware of how close he still was.Then I couldn’t hold it in anymore.“Vincent…” I said softly, my voice carrying a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Those packages downstairs… what are they? You called them my gift.”His hands paused for just a second, and then he slowly lifted his gaze to mine. There was that familiar unreadable calm on his face again, like he had already decided not to give me the answer I wanted.He stood up slowly from his knees, straightening his jacket as if nothing unusual had just happened between us.“I can’t tell you that,” he said simply, his voice calm but firm. “It’s a surprise.”My brows pulled toget