All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

FedIn my office, the air felt thick, almost suffocating, as I tapped my fingers against the smooth surface of the desk. The glow from the digital clock kept reminding me that I might not have much time left.Christian Miller’s focus on the company's finances was more than an inconvenience. He threatened to unravel everything I had carefully built.This man was a thorn in my side, his impeccable reputation and infuriatingly clean record left me no angle to exploit. He was one step too close to the secrets I had buried deep within Miller Corporation’s financial ledgers. If he dug any deeper, I could lose everything.As these dreadful thoughts circled in my mind, the door to my office clicked shut.It is Melissa. I smiled.This little minx was a welcome distraction. Thus, I indulged her antics. She entered without a word, locked the door behind her, and a sly smile played across her lips.She shed her coat, revealing the revealing outfit beneath—tight, lacy, and black, barely there. Mel

BerniceThe sunlight filtering through the curtains felt too bright, too harsh for me. Christian stood there, unexpected, like a mirage that I feared would vanish if I blinked."Christian…" My voice sound calm with my feigned composure.He closed the door quietly behind him. His eyes searching mine that made my heart race."Has anyone been here? Fed Miller?" He walked over and sat down beside me on the plush carpet.I nodded slightly.For a few second Christian said nothing. His eyes didn't leave mine."Bernice, I am sorry to leave your alone with him. Are you okay?" His voice was filled with genuine concern. He easily broke the fragile dam I had built around my emotions.I didn't say anything. A sudden lump come to my throat when he looked at that. It's like he is seeing something in me. Something shameful. Something vulnerable.He just pulled me into his embrace, his arms strong around me. "Bernice. It’s okay to be scared," he murmured, his breath warm against my hair. "I want you k

BerniceI collapsed onto Cathy's plush couch with a dramatic sigh.Cathy handed me a glass of wine with a sympathetic smile. "Alright, girl, spill. What's happened?"I took a big sip, savoring the rich merlot. "Well. Before that evening party, everything was fine."Cathy cooed. I continued, "I'm feeling a little tired. So I went to my room early. I thought he was just a warmhearted waiter. But it turns out he's some kinda violent psychopath.""Nahh." Cathy shook her head. "Be careful of all solicitous men.""Guess I should've listened to you." I managed a weak smile, squeezing her fingers. "But in the end I didn't let him really hurt me.""Did he come for you, Bernie?" Cathy snorted.I swirled the wine, pondering. "Actually, yes. Cat. He's crafty. If it hadn't been for Christian, he might have been...""Ooh, Christian! Your hot boss and your brother in law." Cathy waggled her eyebrows,"What role did he play in this?""He helped me. A lot. That's all." I said, talking fast.Cathy rolle

BerniceI closed the door firmly behind me. I'm still thinking about Melissa's words. Her wild accusations echoed. We owed her everything. She deserved everything. Melissa's paranoid thoughts make me feel bad. I took a deep breath. I wouldn't let her get to me. Not after everything she had put me through.My thoughts drifted to EcoBuild, the company that seemed to be yet another piece in the puzzle. Fed, Melissa, the mysterious Benjamin I had yet to meet, and now EcoBuild. They were all connected somehow. I could feel it in my bones. The idea of unraveling this tangled web both thrilled and terrified me. But I knew I had the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.Just as I was about to office, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Fed. I sighed, steeling myself before answering. "Fed?""Get to my office. Now." His voice was sharp, demanding, as usual.I rolled my eyes but made my way through the Fed's office, mentally preparing myself for another round of Fed's self-cent

BerniceAs I walked into the HR department during my lunch break, I spotted Emma sitting alone at her desk, nibbling on a simple egg sandwich. The sight gave me pause - as Fed's former assistant, surely she would have had a decent salary. Yet, her frugal meal and modest attire suggested a life of careful budgeting.Putting on my warmest smile, I approached her desk. "Emma, hi! How have you been? I hope I'm not interrupting your lunch."Emma's head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise before she quickly schooled her features into a polite expression. "Bernice, what a pleasant surprise! No, no, you're not interrupting at all. Please, have a seat." She gestured to the empty chair beside her desk, her movements a bit stiff and formal."I'm glad I caught you. I actually have a little something for you." I sat down and reached into my bag. I pulled out a carefully wrapped package of homemade cookies, tied with a delicate ribbon. "I heard you had a sweet tooth, so I thought I'd bring yo