All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah’s POVI sat beside Nora, my fingers gently tracing the outline of her hand as she slept, her breathing steady but faint. The rhythmic beeping of the machines in the quiet room was the only sound that kept me tethered to reality. I could feel the weight of my own thoughts pressing against my chest. Adrian’s words had lingered in my mind long after he left.His voice. His insistence on being there for me. His calm persistence when I’d wanted to shut him out.I shouldn’t have snapped at him. He had tried, in his own way, to offer me help, and instead of accepting it, I pushed him away. I hadn’t meant to come across so harsh, but it was easier that way. If I kept him at arm’s length, I wouldn’t have to deal with whatever this thing was that was growing between us. And I certainly wasn’t ready for that kind of closeness, not with everything that was happening in my life.I sighed and stood up from the chair, pressing a kiss to Nora’s forehead before I reluctantly made my way to the d

Sarah's POVThe Blackwood mansion loomed ahead, a symbol of grandeur and power. The towering marble columns, the sprawling driveway, and the warm glow of the chandelier spilling through the oversized windows felt like a scene from another world. This wasn’t just wealth—it was a dynasty.I adjusted the pale pink dress Adrian had chosen for me, acutely aware of how out of place I felt. The dress was beautiful but unfamiliar, much like the man walking beside me. Adrian’s hand held mine in a firm, reassuring grip, though it did little to settle the butterflies wreaking havoc in my stomach. His expression was unreadable, his jaw set in a way that hinted at tension.“Just breathe,” Adrian murmured to me as the heavy oak doors swung open. I nodded, inhaling deeply, though it did little to ease my nerves.The foyer was as overwhelming as I had imagined—polished marble floors, high ceilings, and an air of cold perfection. A massive spiral staircase wound its way to the upper levels, but my a

Sarah’s POVThe sound of the front door slamming shut jolted me. I stepped out of the bedroom, still holding the sweater I’d been folding. “Adrian?” I called, but the only answer was the echo of silence.I glanced at the clock. It was barely nine AM, and he hadn’t mentioned having plans. His half-finished coffee sat on the table, the faint buzz of his laptop on the counter drawing my attention. Whatever had made him leave in such a rush, it wasn’t something he’d planned for.I set the sweater aside and reached for my phone, shooting him a quick text:"Are you okay?"The message remained unread.I sighed, returning to the task of packing my clothes. Most of them were new, outfits Adrian had insisted on buying to “match the lifestyle” of his world. Expensive fabrics, designer labels, nothing like the casual, comfortable clothes I’d brought with me. As I folded another dress, I wondered how much of myself I was losing in this arrangement.The emptiness of the house pressed down on me, so

Sarah’s POVWhen I saw Julian standing there, a knot formed in my stomach. His presence always had a way of unsettling me, even more so now with the way his eyes danced with that smug glint.He wasn’t supposed to be here."Julian," I said, my voice coming out more strained than I intended. "What are you doing here?"He glanced over at me, his lips curling into a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. "I came to visit my niece," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.My heart skipped a beat. "Niece?" I repeated, trying to mask the panic rising in me. "How did you even find out she was here?"How was I supposed to explain that my daughter wasn't related to Adrian, and by extension, their family?That'd only make things worse for Adrian. I don't think his parents would take lightly to him marrying a single mother, forgoing the risk of soiling the family's name.Julian shrugged, leaning casually against the wall. "I have my sources. You’ve been keeping secrets, Sarah. I don

Sarah's POVAdrian's office was colder than I'd expected, the atmosphere thick with tension as Rome's presence sucked all warmth from the room. My eyes darted to the spilled contents of the folder: photographs and documents that clearly rattled Adrian. I wanted to look closer, but his rigid stance warned me to stay back.“Care to explain yourself, Adrian?” Rome asked smugly, leaning against the desk as though he owned the place.Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Where did you get these?”Rome’s smirk widened. “Does it matter? What matters is what I plan to do with them.” He glanced at me briefly, as if gauging my reaction. “You’ve got a lot riding on this deal, Adrian. Don’t make me ruin it for you.”I stepped forward, surprising even myself. “What exactly do you want?” I demanded, my voice steadier than I felt.I felt Adrian's heated gaze on me but I paid him no attention, my glare directed at Rome.Rome’s brows arched. “Bold, aren’t we? It reminds me of someone I know.” He turned his full at