All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Bernice I suppress the disgust in my heart, Melissa is a professional at slandering others. Thanks to her, I have seen it many times in my past life. I said coldly, "He's just a friend from my college days. Melissa grinned triumphantly, "Sister, my friends and I are here to celebrate my promotion. What about you? Don't you have to go back and make dinner?" The girls with her laughed mockingly after she spoke. I stood up, "The maid will take care of everything at home. Melissa, Eorna is by invitation only, I didn't know you were a member here." I saw a crack in Melissa's facade and I was sure she was taking advantage of the Fed's privileges. "What's the matter? Can't you answer your sister's question?" Cathy appeared from behind, "Melissa, you didn't accept an invitation from a married man, did you?" Melissa's face turned ugly, "Crazy bitch! Miller Corporation has officially hired me as Fed's new assistant. I don't need anyone's permission to be here." Cathy snorted and I he

Bernice Christian stood there, an imposing figure that commanded the room. His height, the sharp cut of his suit that hugged his toned frame, and his piercing steel-gray eyes scanned every inch of the space with a calculated intensity. "I apologize for the interruption, but it seems necessary at this point." Christian's voice was deep and resonant, slicing through the tension like a hot knife. Rachel, visibly flustered, started to speak with a placating yet condescending tone. "Mr. Miller, our interview with this woman has been concluded. She has absolutely no qualifications to be your assistant. She is just a housewife with no real work experience!" She gestured dismissively in my direction. A heavy silence hung in the air as Christian didn't respond immediately. His gaze lingered on me for a lingering moment, a spark of something flickering in those molten depths, before he turned to address the other interviewers. "Susan, George, let's hear your thoughts. What's your take

Bernice In the Park Slope neighborhood stepped from lush Prospect Park. A vintage style villa with classic brownstone design was located here. Dad bought it with the first pot of money he made, and then he and mom married here, started a family, and had me. I have memories of hide-and-seek in every corner of the villa, and have enjoyed the four seasons of New Yorkpanoramic views of its skyline from the terrace.It has felt more like a haven to me than any other place on the planet. Here, it seems, I've been playing the role of the willful, right-or-wrong child, and they've always been the best parents in the world. When I got home, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Stephen enjoying their afternoon tea. Mom and Dad had endless things to say. They were the sweetest couple I had ever seen. I can't help but imagine what Mom would have been like in the world of my last life, after Dad's heart attack and my death by Melissa. She had a soft heart and that must have turned her into a broken one. It n

BerniceI slipped my work laptop into my Birkin bag, followed by my notebook. I've kept the habit of using paper and pen. During my first week of job training, they proved useful.Fed entered without knocking. I reminded myself to lock the door next time."Bernie, why aren't you eating breakfast?" He was dressed in a silver-gray suit today. Classic Fed. Fed liked attire that made him stand out. Fairly, Fed managed his physique well. he was fit, muscular. But behind that was his disrespectful, hypocritical nature, just as he barged into my room."Morning, Fed." I closed my bag, "I'm not hungry.""You need to eat," he raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards my chest, "I like you fuller."Fed was pleased with his flirtation. But all I felt was disgust. There had been no sex between us since my rebirth. I couldn't bear any possibility of having to lie beneath Fed again. I needed to divorce him faster. I responded coldly, "I like my body. Don't worry. There are plenty of voluptuous women out

Bernice I struggled to open my eyes, my head pounding and my vision blurred. As I slowly regained consciousness, I found myself in an unfamiliar room, the air heavy with a musty scent that made my stomach churn. My body felt weak and powerless, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from me. The "waiter" who had abducted me stood with his back turned, engaged in a hushed phone conversation. "Yes, Sir... I have her... Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. "She won't be a problem anymore." I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to quell the panic rising in my chest. My eyes darted around the room, searching for any clues that might help me understand why I was here. That's when I noticed a video camera positioned directly in front of me, its unblinking eye focused on my every move. A chill ran down my spine as I realized that this was no ordinary kidnapping. The "waiter" ended his call and turned to face me, a cruel smile