All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Adrian’s POVThe weight of exhaustion pressed down on me, but I ignored it. I had spent hours by Sarah’s bedside, watching over her, waiting for any sign that she’d wake up. Now that she had, relief mixed with an unease I couldn’t shake.She had nearly collapsed under the weight of everything she carried, and it scared me more than I wanted to admit. I had never felt so helpless before, never wanted so badly to take someone’s pain and bear it for them.A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and Tasha rushed in.Her eyes were red-rimmed, her nurse’s uniform slightly wrinkled. She was still in her scrubs, a clear sign she had stayed behind even after her shift ended. But the moment her gaze landed on Sarah, she let out a choked sound and hurried to the bedside.“Oh, thank God,” she breathed, brushing past me as if I didn’t exist. “Sarah, you scared me half to death!”Sarah’s lips twitched in the ghost of a smile. “Sorry.”Tasha le

Adrian’s POVThe steady rhythm of Sarah’s breathing reassured me as I sat beside her, my fingers still lightly curled around hers. Her hand was smaller, delicate against mine, but there was a quiet strength in the way she held on. It took everything in me to leave, but I knew I had to. Work was calling, and though I couldn’t care less about the company right now, I had responsibilities I couldn’t ignore forever.She needed rest, and I needed to clear my head before dealing with all that was happening with the company.Reluctantly, I stood, letting go of her hand as carefully as I could. She didn’t stir, the exhaustion keeping her in a deep sleep. I took one last look at her peaceful face before grabbing my coat and stepping out into the quiet hospital corridor.By the time I reached the parking lot, the early morning sun was beginning to break through the clouds, casting a soft golden hue over the city. I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. The weight of the past few days was

Adrian’s POVThe Blackwood Enterprises headquarters loomed ahead, its glass façade reflecting the morning sun as I pulled into the underground parking lot. The moment I stepped out of the car, my phone buzzed.I sighed, already knowing who it would be.“Adrian Blackwood,” I answered.“You’re late,” came Neville's clipped voice. My right-hand man was never one to waste words.I checked my watch. “By five minutes. You should be glad I agreed to be here today.”“Five minutes that the board has been using to pick apart your leadership in your absence,” he shot back. “They smell blood, Adrian. You’ve given them a reason to doubt you.”I ran a hand through my still-damp hair, exhaling. “Let them doubt. It doesn’t change the fact that I built this company into what it is today.”Eric hesitated. “Still you might want to prepare yourself.”I ended the call without another word, my jaw tightening as I strode toward the private elevator.The moment the doors slid open on the top floor, I was gre

Adrian’s POVMichael had just made the worst mistake of his life.I stood by the hospital window, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The city stretched beyond the glass, indifferent to the storm raging inside me. Every muscle in my body was coiled, barely restraining the fury simmering beneath the surface.Michael.After everything he did, he had the guts to come back. And he thought he could waltz in and demand to see Nora?Not on my watch.I turned back to the room. Sarah sat on the hospital bed, her fingers curled around the blanket, her face pale but determined. Tasha stood beside her, arms crossed, mirroring my anger.“He’s not going to stop,” Sarah said quietly.I exhaled, forcing my voice to remain calm. “He won’t get the chance to start.”Tasha nodded. “Then we need to act fast.”My mind was already working through the possibilities. “I'll need a full security detail on Sarah and Nora—discreet, but effective. We don’t wait for him to make the next move.”Tasha’s expression d

Adrian’s POVThe night air still clung to my clothes, the weight of the last few hours pressing against my chest like a phantom I couldn’t shake.Michael.I hadn’t known him before today, but I had known his kind. Men who thought they could haunt a woman long after she had left them. Men who mistook fear for power, who thrived on control.Men who didn’t know when to stay buried in the past.But he knew now.I stood in the doorway of Sarah’s hospital room, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest. She was asleep, curled up under the blanket, one hand resting near her face. Even in sleep, there was a slight crease between her brows, like the tension of the day hadn’t fully left her.I exhaled quietly and stepped inside.The chair beside her bed was still warm from when I had sat there earlier, waiting for her to fall asleep. I sank into it once more, running a hand through my hair.I had handled it.But the truth was, I still wasn’t sure what disturbed me more—the fact that