All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

BerniceI took a moment to steady my breath, the darkness of the utility closet cocooning us from the chaos outside. Christian’s strong arms wrapped around me, grounding me in the moment."That was close," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly in the stillness of the utility room. "Too close.""I know," Christian murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "But you're safe now. I've got you."I nodded, letting myself sink into the comfort of his embrace for a moment longer before pulling away. Even in the dimness, I could feel the intensity of his gaze, the heat of it scorching my skin like a physical touch."What happened out there?" I asked, "How did you know I was in trouble?"Christian sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I noticed something was off when I was about to follow you into Vincent's room. One of his goons was watching the door a little too closely for my liking…I couldn't risk him blowing your cover, so I stayed behind to keep an eye on him. Sure enough, the bast

MelissaThe scream that tore from my throat was raw and primal, ripped from the very depths of my soul. I bolted upright in bed, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with the cold sweat that drenched my skin.It was the same nightmare. The one that had haunted me for as long as I could remember, a twisted reel of memory and horror that played behind my eyelids every time I closed them.In my dream, I was a little girl again, cowering in the corner of our cramped living room as my parents raged at each other like two titans locked in battle. My father's face was a mask of fury, his eyes blazing with a madness that terrified me to my very core."You lying whore!" he roared, his voice shaking the walls like thunder. "You think I don't know what you've been up to? I saw you with him, laughing and flirting like the shameless slut you are!"My mother recoiled as if she'd been slapped, her face crumpling with a

BerniceI stirred awake, my head feeling heavy and my mouth parched. It took me a moment to recognize my surroundings – Christian's bedroom. Memories of the previous night flooded back, the casino, and then coming back to Christian's penthouse to celebrate with Cathy and Taylor.I glanced down at myself, realizing I was wearing a silk pajama set that definitely wasn't mine. Christian must have changed me out of my clothes after I fell asleep. The thought of him undressing me, his hands gentle and respectful, sent a flush of warmth through my body.I sat up gingerly, my head throbbing in protest. Too much whiskey, I chided myself. I desperately needed water and a shower. I could still smell the casino smoke clinging to my hair and skin.I padded out of the bedroom, squinting against the soft light of the early morning. Christian was in the living room, nursing a glass of amber liquid as he stared out at the city skyline. He turned as I approached, a soft smile on his lips."Good mornin

Bernice The sun danced through the car windows as Christian navigated the busy city streets. I couldn't stop smiling, my hand entwined with his on the center console. The weight of the ring on my finger was a constant reminder of the beautiful promise we had made to each other. "So, when did you have time to get a ring?" I asked, admiring the way the diamond sparkled in the morning light. Christian grinned, his eyes never leaving the road. "Would you believe I've had it for a while? I had it custom made ages ago." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? How long ago?" "Remember that painting in my mother's house? The one with the daisies?" I nodded, recalling the delicate watercolor that had hung in the hallway of his family home. "I had the designer base the ring off of that. The center stone is meant to mimic the heart of the flower." He glanced over at me, his expression soft. "I knew even then that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." I felt tears prick

MelissaI stormed out of the Stephens' house, my heart pounding with a potent mix of rage and vindication. Bernice's shocked face flashed through my mind, her self-righteous facade cracking under the weight of my revelation.Sister. The word tasted bitter on my tongue, a twisted mockery of the family I had always yearned for. But it was the truth, a truth that had been denied to me for far too long.Pulling out my phone, I dialed Fed's number with shaking fingers. He answered on the third ring, his voice clipped and impatient."What is it, Melissa? I'm in the middle of damage control here."I felt a familiar pang of hurt at his dismissive tone, the way he always seemed to prioritize his precious reputation over me."I need to see you," I said, hating the pleading note that crept into my voice. "It's important.""Can't it wait? I'm dealing with a PR nightmare right now, thanks to your little stunt with the press."I bristled at the accusation, my grip tightening on the phone. "My stunt