My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 154

Could my sister be the unknown when

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Could my sister be the unknown wife?

Delia

The humiliation from Julian’s wing was still a raw, open wound in my chest as I drove toward the city. My skin felt tight, my nerves frayed, and the only thing that could dull the edge was the kind of attention Julian refused to give me. I didn’t want romance. I didn’t want flowers. I wanted to feel powerful again, and I knew exactly where to find the man who looked at me like I was a prize rather than a chore.

I didn’t call ahead. I didn’t need to. I let myself into Victor’s place, my heels clicking a fast, aggressive rhythm across the floor. He was there, turning toward me with a smirk that said he’d been expecting a visit from the “forgotten” Kensington. He didn’t say a word as I walked straight up to him and grabbed the lapels of his shirt.

I needed to be taken. I needed to drown out Julian’s voice telling me I was repulsive and that my sister was the only one who could make his blood run hot.

We didn’t make it to the bedroom. I pushed him back toward the couch, and he werrt willingly, his hands already sliding under my skirt. I didn’t wait for him to lead. I stripped off my clothes, unzipped him, and climbed on top. The sex was hurried and desperate, a frantic collision of skin and frustration.

I rode him hard, my hands planted on his chest, my head thrown back as I tried to force every image of Katia and Julian out of my mind. The friction was the only thing

loud, filling the room with the sound

release, but even as I peaked, my mind wouldn’t stop racing. *

When we were done, I collapsed at felt real, the only thing that made the horny ache in my gut subside. I moaned

him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I stayed there for a moment, my head resting

on his shoulder, but the clarity was already returning. Something was wrong. The pieces of the puzzle Julian had thrown at me

earlier didn’t fit.

Victor noticed the change in my energy immediately. He shifted beneath me, his hand tracing the line of my spine. “What’s

wrong?” he asked, his voice low and Vant.

“Something doesn’t add up,” I said, sitting up and reaching for my silk robe. I stared at the wall, my mind retracing every word Julian had spat at me in the study.

“What is it that doesn’t add up?” Victor asked, leaning back. He looked completely unbothered, watching me with that

calculating gaze.

“I keep telling myself I’m the one who belongs in that house,” I said, my voice tight. “I am married to Julian Windsor–at least in the eyes of our families–but he treats me like a stranger. He told me to my face that Katia is his type. That he’d fuck her in a heartbeat. He’s obsessed with her, Victor. It doesn’t make sense.”

Victor let out a short, dry laugh that made me flinch. “Delia, why do you keep insisting on that title? You know as well as I do that you aren’t his wife. Not legally, not truly.”

“We are married; I am his wife.” I snapped, looking at him. “But now, it’s just… cold.”

“Except you are not his wife and never were. The marriage is more than just cold,” Victor said, sitting forward. He didn’t look like he was joking. “I’ve had my people investigate that man top to bottom. Why do you keep acting like you have a claim to him? I investigated that man; he is married, but it’s definitely not to you, and the name of the wife is unknown. Unless you are the unknown wife?”

I looked at him, my heart skipping a beat. “But I’m the one who is there now.”

“Delia, Julian’s marriage was filed six or seven years ago,” Victor said, his voice cold and factual. “That couldn’t be possible because you didn’t know that man by then. So no, Delia, you are not Julian Windsor’s wife. You’re a placeholder. You’re the face he uses for the public while he keeps his real life buried. Why are you so loyal to a ghost?”

I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. I had known about the marriage, but hearing Victor lay out the timeline made it feel so much more permanent. I wasn’t the woman who was going to replace the secret wife; I was just the distraction while Julian pined for someone else.

“Could my sister be the unknowie

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“He is more interested in my sister, not me,” I said, my voice trembling with a mixture of grief and growing rage. “He practically worships the idea of her. He told me women with children are ‘spicier‘. He told me looking at me does not even make his dick perk, and it does absolutely nothing for him.”

Victor didn’t offer me sympathy. Instead, he looked at me with a blunt, brutal honesty.

“Everyone wants your sister, Delia. You know why?”

I shook my head, feeling smaller than I ever had in my life.

“Because men love a woman who can challenge them,” Victor said, his voice harsh. “You? You are just idle. Nothing interesting is happening in your life. You have no job, no passion, no drive. You’re just waiting on mommy and daddy’s money to tell you who you are. You have never worked a single day in your life. You have all this good body, all this potential, and you’ve used it for nothing. You could have used it for modelling, for building a brand, for actually being someone. Instead, you just sit around waiting to be picked.”

I felt the sting of his words, but I forced a small, bitter smile. Even though he was bashing me, even though he was pointing out every flaw in my existence, he was the only one telling me the truth. He was the only one who saw me as more than just a Kensington name.

“I think it’s high time I start modelling,” I said, standing up and reaching for my dress. My movements were sharp and decisive. The horny, desperate girl who had arrived here an hour ago was being replaced by a woman who finally understood the game.” If Katia is the one with the ‘fire‘, then I’ll find my own. I’m tired of being the ‘good‘ daughter who gets nothing but insults.”

I zipped up my dress and smoothed the fabric over my hips. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the sharpness in my eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“But I also want to know why Julian is so obsessed with my sister,” I said, grabbing my bag. “If he’s been married for seven years, and he’s obsessed with Katia… and Katia has a child who is six years old…”

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