All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Bernice The second day passed in a blur of activity. I met with Donald to finalize the sale of the house, ensuring that everything was in order. He was professional and efficient, understanding the urgency of the situation ."It's a beautiful property," Donald remarked as we went over the final details. "It won't stay on the market for long.""Thank you, Donald," I said, appreciating his professionalism. "The sooner it sells, the better."

Bernice As the newly appointed project leader, I knew I had my work cut out for me. The bid for the municipal government's old urban area renovation project was a massive undertaking, and I was determined to prove myself worthy of the role. But more than that, I was on a mission to uncover the traitor within Stephen Corporation, the mole who had brought the company to its knees in my previous life. I dove headfirst into the project details, poring over every document and report I could get my hands on. I spent long hours in my office, analyzing data and crafting strategies, much to the amusement of my colleagues. "Working late again, Bernice?" Martin teased one evening, poking his head into my office. "You keep this up, and you'll make the rest of us look bad." I looked up from my computer, blinking away the fatigue. "Just trying to stay on top of things," I said with a wry smile. "This project is too important to leave anything to chance." Martin nodded, settling into the chair a

Bernice The fallout from Fed's disastrous press conference was swift. Within hours, the story had gone viral, splashed across every news outlet and social media platform. Now the names on newspapers became him."Businessman's Sordid Past Expose","Miller Empire Crumbles Amid Scandal!" Tbh, My lips can't help curling into a smirk as I scrolled through the endless stream of articles and posts. But even as I reveled in my victory, I knew it was only a matter of time before Fed struck back. He was a wounded animal now, desperate. And desperate men were capable of desperate measures. I was in my office, poring over the latest project reports, when a knock sounded at the door. I glanced up, my brow furrowing when I saw my father standing in the doorway, his face grave. "Dad," I said, rising from my chair. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. "Bernie," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "I think it's

BerniceI eyed Judy warily as she sat perched on the edge of my desk, her expression inscrutable. With the revelation of Martin's betrayal still fresh in my mind, I couldn't help but be suspicious of her intentions. Stephen Corporation had already been infiltrated by one traitor; who was to say there wasn't a second?"What did you want to discuss, Judy?" I asked, keeping my voice carefully neutral.She slid a document across the desk towards me—the same one I had given her as part of my trap. My stomach clenched. Had she seen through my trick?"There's a problem with this," she said, her expression grave.I forced myself to stay calm, to not let the panic show on my face. "What kind of problem?"Judy tapped the papers with a perfectly manicured finger. "Data errors," she said, her gaze piercing. "I found some data errors in the version you provided me, Bernice. Discrepancies that don't match up with the official figures."For a moment, I couldn't breathe. I had been so careful, so met

Bernice Christian and I watched the men steer a broken Martin towards a hidden door at the back of the casino. The name "Mr. Vincent" seemed like someone we were looking for. "We need to follow them," I whispered, already moving to tail the group at a discreet distance. Christian nodded, "Agreed. But first, be careful." We wove through the crowded casino floor, keeping our eyes locked on Martin and his captors. They passed through the secret door, disappearing from view. As we approached the entrance, a burly guard stepped out, blocking our path. "Private party," he grunted, his eyes hard and unfriendly. "Members only." I opened my mouth to protest, but Christian laid a warning hand on my arm. "We understand," he said smoothly, flashing a disarming smile. "Our mistake." He steered me away, his grip firm on my elbow. "We need another way in," he murmured, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "A frontal approach is too risky." I bit my lip, my mind racing. And then an idea struck