All Chapters of Married my Ex-husband's Elder Brother!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Raine raises her eyes and it's red, and she's crying.Ivy pinches Ashton slightly under the table and then gives him an I told you to stop look.He shrugs guiltily. "Are you crying? Did I make you cry? I didn't know it would hurt so much since you had been doing it so much to me but I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it."Raine raises her hand and wipes her eyes. "I told you someone is stalking and you had to ask me if I slapped him or insulted him. Is it the same thing? My stalker is not my step brother or elder brother that I can talk to so casually.""Ah, so it's only me you can talk to that way? Am I supposed to feel... I don't know, special or something?""Yes! You're supposed to feel special that you're the only one I can insult so freely."Ahsotn suddenly bursts into laughter. "Come on, big girls don't cry. You're a professor at that. Imagine if your students saw you right now."Raine laughs as well. "Well, by tomorrow morning, I'll be a trending meme all over the school. I'll be

Ashton lets up all of his pent up anger on Tyler, the kind he had shown to Roger and Mike weeks before. Before everyone knows it, Tyler has a bursted lip and ruined nose.It takes the joint effort of Hank and one of his men to pull him off of Ashton. "Stop it man!" Hank yells as he drag him off.Ashton recomposes himself and adjusts his long coat. "Fine. I'll leave him."Ivy throws Raine a furtive smile, raising her eyebrows while telling her that she said it before.Even though, they all know that Tyler deserved all of it. Stalking an helpless woman is like harming a stray cat with poisoned food. Just as disgusting and lowly for a person to do.Hank pulls Tyler to his feet and holds him by the scruff of his neck before pushing him to one of the officers who manages to catch him before he hits the ground once again. The pain really hits him and he winces out loud before trying to wriggle of the officer's grip."Who the hell are you people and why are you beating me?" He yells and looks

About twenty minutes after Grant's car had driven away from the spot it had been parked in, the loud sirens of the ambulance sounded very crisply and nearby. It stopped right in front of the garage and two EMT's descend from it, a stretcher in their hands. They carry it into the garage and barely manage to roll Roger's stiffened up body on the gurney. They carry it to the ambulance with a lot of strength but they make it and cover the body with a while cloth to signify that he's dead already. Well, he's been dead since the one bullet hit him in the head. The ambulance starts and drives off with a police car arriving right after the ambulance closes it's doors. Two officers descend from it and walk into the garage, heading straight for the blood spattering on the floor and the half outline that the blood has caused while flowing around Roger's fallen and lifeless body. "Hm. It was pretty obvious he was shot in the head." The younger officer observes, looking at his senior subordinat

Hank yanks off the lapel microphone from his shirt and returns it back to the director of the news he just featured live on."Fantastic Mr Williams. I'm sure we are allowed to take some outline pictures right? I mean, the white chalked outline of the body so we can at least that?"Hank nods and waves them in the direction. They all grab their cameras and all that stuff and run for the garage. From outside, Hank can hear all of the click click click of pictures being taken.He shakes his head and walks towards the car, waiting for something to come... It will be one or the other. It'll either be Mike Drumlin calling for whatever he will be calling for, the bait that Hank had dropped, or it will be a Wright calling to know why he would do that, why he would lie on national television.Just as he's rounding off on his thoughts, his phone rings and it's an unknown number... So not Ivy Wright at least. He picks the call and raises his phone to his ear. "Hello? Who's this?""Forgotten me al

With joy, both of them return home, their faces aglow and the news is just waiting to be shared.Ashton begins to treat her even more like she's a piece of Faberge egg that he doesn't want to shatter. She's smiling but she's starting to get tired of him being everywhere, wanting her to just sit still, doing nothing. Presently, she stands up from the chair and immediately, he's in front of her. "You want something? Water? You want to pee? Bath? What is it?"Ivy places a hand on his shoulder because he's bent slightly to her level. "Honey.""Yeah? What do you need?""If you don't want me to punch you right now, stop treating me like an egg."Ashton chuckles. "You can punch me as many times you feel like it, I still won't stop."Ivy groans, seeing that force won't work. She resorts to begging. "It's still in its early stages so I am still very fine. I can still walk on my own, how about we save all of this till when I really need the help? I can even go back to work if I want right now.