All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Bernice"I'm warning you, Bernice," Fed's eyes narrowed into slits, his grip on my wrist tightening like a vise as he leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across my face. "Don't you dare meet with that Charlie again."I shuddered at the undisguised threat in his words, a chill slithering down my spine. But I refused to show fear. Not anymore. Not after finally seeing the truth about the monster I had married.I wrenched my arm free from his grasp, a sneer twisting my lips. "Who do you think you are, Fed? My master? My jailer? I'm not the same naive girl

BerniceThe rain hammered against the windshield, an unrelenting staccato that drowned out the sound of my own sobs. I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, as tears streamed down my face, blurring the world outside into a haze of gray.I slammed my foot on the gas, sending the car hurtling through the deluge. The tires hydroplaned, the vehicle fishtailing wildly.A part of me knew I should wait, bide my time until I had gathered enough evidence to ensure Fed rotted in jail for the rest of his miserable life before filing for divorce. It would be the smart thing to do, the calculated move.But the thought of spending even one more second in that monster's presence, of breathing the same air as him, made my skin crawl with revulsion.How could I have been so blind, so gullible, to fall for Fed's clumsy lies?"Fuuuck!" I screamed, pounding my fists against the steering wheel.So many inconsistencies in his stories, but I had ignored them all, so desperate for the fairy tale, fo

BerniceAs I stood before Christian's door, a flood of memories washed over me. It had been years since I'd last set foot in this place, back when "Charlie" had been a part of my life.I was surprised to find that, despite the passage of time, little had changed. The same potted plants flanked the entrance, the same worn welcome mat lay beneath my feet. It was as if the house itself had been waiting, frozen in time, for this very moment.I had planned to wait for Christian on his doorstep, to gather my thoughts and steel my nerves before he arrived. But as I approached, I heard a sound from within that made me pause. A clinking of glass, a shuffling of feet. Was Christian home? Why wasn't he at work?Curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself peering through the window. What I saw made my heart clench. Christian was there, sitting on the sofa, a glass in his hand and several empty bottles littering the table before him.He looked disheveled. Wearing a half-buttoned shirt, his

MelissaI stared at my reflection in the mirror, my lips twisting into a sneer. Bernice, Bernice, Bernice. It was always about her, wasn't it? The golden child, the precious biological daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Stephen. And who was I? Just the pathetic adopted brat, the one nobody wanted.Ever since I can remember, Bernice has been the center of everyone's universe. She has always been the golden child. It was clear from a young age that Bernice was destined for greatness. She was always more beautiful, more brilliant, and more popular at school. Her charm was effortless, her laugh infectious, and everyone loved her. I was just the awkward shadow trailing behind her, desperate for scraps of attention.But Fed, he was different. He saw me, really saw me, in a way no one else ever had. When he looked at me, I didn't feel like Bernice's inferior copy anymore. I felt special, desired, alive. His attention was a lifeline, pulling me out of the shadows and into the light. I fell in love with

BerniceAs I looked around Christian's house, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It was almost surreal, seeing everything exactly as it had been ten years ago. The same furniture, the same layout, even the same scent lingering in the air. It was as if time had stood still, preserving this little piece of our shared history."It's a miracle," I breathed, my eyes roaming over the familiar surroundings. "Everything is just as I remember it."Christian smiled, a soft, tender expression that made my heart skip a beat. "I hired professionals to maintain the house over the years," he admitted, his gaze meeting mine. "I always hoped that one day, we'd find our way back to each other, and I wanted this place to be ready for that moment."His words touched something deep inside me, a bittersweet ache that was equal parts joy and regret.All this time, while I had been living a lie, Christian had been holding onto our love, nurturing it, believing in a future that I had thought lost."I wish..."