All Chapters of illegal Wife by Accident: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The air in Khalid’s residence was dense, thick with a tension that was almost tangible. I knew that every minute I spent here brought me closer to his true objective—one that went beyond an alliance with Maddox. Khalid didn’t just want an agreement; he wanted control. And I was at the center of his game. The morning meeting had been nothing but a façade. Between the diplomatic greetings and toasts with high-profile businessmen, the real negotiation was happening in the silences, in the way Khalid watched me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I knew he was trying to disarm me little by little, pushing me onto ground where he had the advantage. After lunch, one of his assistants appeared at my room with a message. “Mr. Al-Fayez wishes to speak with you in private. He is expecting you in his office.” I didn’t ask what it was about. I knew Khalid never sent messages without a reason. I made my way to his office with steady steps, fully aware that, no matter how much I tried t

The desert sun had begun to paint the sky in shades of orange when I opened my eyes. I had barely slept, but not because exhaustion wouldn’t allow it. Not after the conversation with Khalid. Not after the way Maddox had looked at me. Every word they had said still echoed in my mind, entangling in my thoughts like a web I couldn’t escape from. Maddox was jealous. I had seen it in his gaze, in the restrained tension in his body, in the way he looked like a spring coiled too tightly when he saw me with Khalid. And the most dangerous thing about it was that I didn’t know what it meant. Was it possession? Was it concern? Was it something else? My hand slid toward the device on the table. Nothing. No message from him. A sigh escaped my lips. Maybe it was for the best that he said nothing. But the feeling that something between us had changed was undeniable. When I left my room, the hallway was silent. Khalid’s house felt empty, but I knew it was just an illusion. Somewhere, he

The man's body was still on the floor when the air in the room grew thicker, more suffocating.Not just because of the corpse, nor because of the poison that had taken his life in a matter of seconds.But because of what it represented.Maddox continued to watch him with an expression I had rarely seen. It wasn’t just fury. It wasn’t just frustration.It was something darker.I still had the device in my hand, the anonymous message glowing on the screen like a reminder that this game was bigger than I had thought."We're leaving. Now," Maddox said, his tone relentless."What do we do with this?" I asked, pointing to the body.The guard swallowed and took a step back."We can get rid of him before Khalid finds out.""No," Maddox immediately replied. "Leave the body here. Let Khalid find him."I frowned."You want Khalid to see him?"Maddox looked at me with eyes sharp as blades."I want him to know someone else is moving the pieces. I want him to understand he’s not the only one with in

The insistent sound of Khalid’s phone vibrating on the nightstand was a brutal reminder of reality. An echo of everything we tried to ignore.Maddox didn’t move at first. He was still on top of me, his body firm, his heavy breathing colliding with my lips. His gaze remained fixed on the illuminated screen, where Khalid’s name flashed like a silent warning.I didn’t move either. Not because I couldn’t, but because I knew that the moment I did, everything we had just shared would break.Finally, Maddox clenched his jaw and pulled away with a low grunt. He got off the bed with stiff movements, as if trying to regain control that he had just lost.I slowly sat up, feeling the cold surround me as his warmth disappeared. My body still burned from his touch, from the way he had kissed me, as if he wanted to devour me, as if he had finally stopped resisting.But all of that faded with the persistent vibration of the phone.I looked at it.Maddox had his back tense, fists clenched, his head sli

The atmosphere in the makeshift hideout was tense. We were in an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city—far enough from prying eyes, but close enough to danger for the adrenaline to still be rushing through our veins.Dax sat at a metal table, playing with his knife like this was some kind of damn game. Max was studying a digital map projected onto the wall, his face tense as he analyzed every escape route and strategic point.And Maddox...Maddox stood with his arms crossed, his gaze cold as steel, watching everything with the precision of a predator calculating its next move.I remained beside him, feeling the electricity in his body, the weight of his control, the contained rage beneath his mask of perfection."We have two problems," Max finally said, breaking the silence.We all turned to look at him."One, Khalid still doesn’t know we intercepted his infiltrator. Which means we have a small window before he figures it out and starts getting paranoid.""And the second