All Chapters of I Faked My Death & Married His Ruthless Stepdad for Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lisa's POV Vincent walked straight toward the drawer near his desk, still holding my hand until he finally released it.I watched him quietly.There was something different about him.The anger from last night was gone. The frustration, the pain, everything that had been between us had shifted into something else.Without a word, Vincent opened the drawer, reached inside, and pulled out a thick black file.The kind of file that looked like it contained something important. Something serious.He turned around and walked back to me.Then he extended his hand and held it out toward me.I looked at the file but didn't take it immediately."What is this?" I asked, my voice low.A small smile formed on Vincent's lips.It wasn't a happy one. It was more like a smile that depicted that he already knew something I didn't."The beginning," he said simply.My brows pulled together as I stared at him in confusion. “The beginning of what?” I asked, completely lost.He stepped closer, still holdin

Christopher’s POVThe last two days passed in a way I barely noticed.Everything moved around me, but somehow I felt like I was standing still.After the announcement of Elena Storm’s position, the entire world seemed to be talking about it. News outlets, business circles, investors, everyone was talking about Vincent Storm’s decision to place a new woman at the center of Storm Global Consortium.And somehow, that woman had appeared out of nowhere.Elena Storm.Vincent’s wife.I still couldn't understand why that name bothered me so much.There was something about her.The way she looked at people. The way she carried herself. The way she spoke.Something about her felt familiar.Too familiar.But I pushed the thought away.Because today wasn't about that.Today was about business.And today was also the day I would finally see my father again.The moment I stepped out of the car, I adjusted my suit jacket and looked up at the massive building standing in front of me.The Storm Global

Christopher's POV I couldn't get up.The floor was cold and hard beneath me. I knew I was sitting in the middle of a ballroom that was still filled with people, but my legs refused to move.The screens had finally gone dark.Someone had managed to stop the video from playing, but it was already too late. Everyone had seen what happened. Five hundred people had watched everything.I stayed there on the floor, unable to move, until Duncan finally stood up from his seat and pushed his way through the crowd.He moved quickly, ignoring the people around him, the cameras, and the flashes as he came straight to me. He dropped down beside me and grabbed my arm gently."Hey," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Come on, man. You can't stay here on the floor. You need to get up. We have to leave. Right now.”I let him pull me up. I don't know how I managed it, but somehow I got back on my feet. Duncan kept his arm around my shoulder, guiding me through the side door and down the corridor towa

Christopher's POV The ride home was very quiet and uncomfortable. Nobody said a word. But as soon as we entered the house and the door closed behind us, everything changed.Duncan had stayed behind at the venue to help clear out some things, so it was just Clara and me who came back home.The moment I stepped into the living room, I didn't even take off my jacket. I just dragged my tired feet across the floor, completely exhausted, and collapsed onto the sofa like a lifeless body.I leaned completely back into the cushions, running both hands over my face, before blindly reaching up to loosen the suffocating knot of my tie. I was utterly frustrated, empty, and bleeding inside.Clara walked in right behind me. Her face was twisted into a harsh, deep frown. Without a word, she gripped her purse and flung it violently across the room. It hit the opposite side of the couch with a heavy thud.She marched over, stopping right in front of me, breathing heavily;“So, what do you have to say

Christopher's POV Duncan pulled back quickly on the couch, his eyes wide open, breathing heavily.“Christopher….” The name broke out of Duncan's throat, filled with surprise and hesitation.I was too impatient, too desperate for something to hold onto in the dark. I leaned closer, shaking my head. “It's been so long, Duncan. I missed us…”Duncan's hands lifted automatically to my face. His fingers were warm against my cold, pale cheeks. He stared deeply into my eyes, his resistance melting away in an instant, and then he whispered, “Yeah, it's been so long. I missed us too.”Duncan didn't wait a single second longer. He closed the distance and smashed his lips against my mouth.The kiss was heavy, deep, and chaotic—a sudden release of years of hidden tension. His mouth moved against mine with a fierce intensity, pulling me completely out of my nightmare and drowning me in the heat of the moment. We tangled together on the cushions, our breaths mingling as the kiss grew deeper, ha