Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Inside Justin’s study.

Noah placed the file on Justin’s desk. "Mr. Harper, these are the records of your whereabouts over the past five years, along with all the supporting evidence."

Justin glanced at the file but didn’t bother opening it—he already had the answers he’d been seeking.

Noah continued, "You were in another country the entire time and haven’t been back here in the past fifteen years. On the day of Ms. Natalie’s wedding, you were indeed attending an important meeting. Here are photos and videos of your schedule during those days. You were never in this country to be able to register that marriage."

Justin sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I’d already figured as much. That man must’ve used the identity under the name ’Aiden Handrix’ to register Natalie’s marriage, presenting himself as her husband. It explains why that ID was never used again—he has a different real name. Aiden Handrix is just an alias, either his or mine."

Noah nodded thoughtfully, then added, "But how did he manage to register that marriage without her knowledge? And how did he even reach Ms. Natalie when, according to her, she was in Ivan Brown’s private estate, where no one could easily gain entry? Our investigations found no evidence that she left the office that night. Even if he did manage to reach her in that place, it would have taken serious skill to bypass all security unnoticed. This man is dangerous—and clearly resourceful."

Justin clenched his jaw, feeling an unfamiliar sense of helplessness. His lookalike was somehow staying one step ahead, holding all the answers out of reach.

"What’s our next step?" Noah asked. "He wants you to bring Ms. Natalie to him, just like her marriage was registered without her knowledge."

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Justin leaned back, shutting his eyes, his brows furrowed in thought, the weight of unanswered questions pressing on him.

"I’ll get you a coffee," Noah offered, understanding that Justin needed a moment to sort through this web of complications, and left him alone with his thoughts.

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