All Chapters of FAKE HUSBAND, REAL TWIN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adrian's POV The door to my study clicked shut behind me, muffling the sounds of the world outside. I loosened my tie, tossing it onto the desk before slumping into the leather chair. My hands dragged down my face as the weight of the evening settled over me.I fished out my phone from my pocket, the image filling the screen immediately after I turned it on. There was Sarah. With a man who looked too familiar for my liking. If I had thought Nora looked so much like Sarah, it was because I hadn't met this man. She was a little, female copy of him. Sarah was smiling widely, an expression I had never seen on her. She looked quite young also. Under the picture was a caption from Rome. "What would happen if the world were to find out that your wife got pregnant as a teenager and for a criminal, at that?"I stared at the screen, my grip on the phone tightening as Rome's taunting words seared into my brain. A criminal? Sarah had never mentioned anything like this.Questions clawed at my

Adrian's POVThe morning sun streamed through my office window as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the spreadsheet open on my laptop. Numbers and projections blurred together, my mind elsewhere entirely.I couldn’t stop thinking about Sarah and Nora.The sight of them at breakfast had left a warmth I hadn’t felt in years, ever since my mother died. Nora’s laughter was a melody I hadn’t realized I needed, and Sarah’s guarded smile—though rare—gave me a sense of purpose I couldn’t explain.But beneath it all, I could feel the tension. Sarah was still holding back, still keeping me at arm’s length. I couldn’t blame her. After everything she’d been through, trust didn’t come easily.A sharp knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, straightening up.My assistant, Neville, stepped in with a stack of files. “Morning, Mr. Blackwood. These are the reports you requested.”“Thanks,” I said, taking the files and setting them on the desk.He lingered for a moment,

Adrian’s POVThe steady rhythm of my car’s engine filled the silence as I drove toward the office. The morning rush was in full swing, and yet my thoughts weren’t on the day’s meetings or the endless emails awaiting my attention.They were on Sarah.I shook my head as though the motion would drain away the thoughts I was having. I pulled into the parking garage and stepped out, the cool air brushing against me as I headed toward the elevator. The elevator doors opened to the sleek expanse of Blackwood Enterprises’ top floor, where glass walls and polished marble floors reflected the sunlight streaming in from the large windows. Neville greeted me with his usual efficiency, handing me a schedule as I stepped into the office.“Good morning, Mr. Blackwood. You have a meeting with the marketing team at 10 AM, a quarterly review at noon, and Mr. Carson is scheduled to arrive at 2 PM to discuss the land acquisition,” he said, his tone brisk.“Perfect. Let Carson know I’m expecting him,” I

Adrian’s POVI entered my study to find Julian pacing back and forth, his polished shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. He looked disheveled, his usually impeccable suit slightly wrinkled and his tie loosened. That alone was enough to tell me something was wrong. Julian was never anything but poised, at least outwardly.“Julian,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”He stopped pacing, turning to face me with a grim expression. “It’s worse than that.”I raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against my desk. “You’re going to have to be more specific. What’s going on?”Julian hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “The branch I’m managing, it’s falling apart. The investors are pulling out, the staff morale is at an all-time low, and the numbers… they’re nonexistent.”I folded my arms, waiting for him to continue.“I’ve tried everything I can think of to fix it,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “But nothing’s working. And if Dad finds out…

Adrian’s POVI shut the door to my study and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The quiet hum of the desk lamp greeted me as I sank into the chair, my fingers instinctively running through my hair. The tension from the evening still clung to me, even after Sarah’s cooking and Nora’s innocent antics had offered a brief reprieve.Julian.He always meant well, at least for the company, but his mistakes had a way of turning into my problems. I pulled my phone from my pocket, scrolling through the messages I’d ignored earlier. They painted a picture of a branch on the verge of chaos—and a father who was just waiting for me to fail.A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I frowned.“Come in,” I called, expecting Sarah—or maybe even Nora with another clever excuse to delay bedtime.It was Sarah, holding two steaming mugs. She had changed into her pajamas, an indication that she was getting ready for bed. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room, p