All Chapters of Married to My Brother’s Best friend: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

As I step out of the office, my attention is immediately drawn to Rita, who is just settling into her desk. "Good afternoon," I say, offering a tight smile that barely masks my curiosity. I gently knock on the doorframe to catch her attention, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet of the afternoon.Rita looks up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, good afternoon, Lara! You’re here!" she exclaims, her voice filled with shock as she rises to her feet.I nod, a smirk dancing on my lips. “I work here, remember?” I say, letting a subtle hint of sarcasm slip into my tone. She looks up at me, her cheeks flushing slightly as she nods, “Of course, sorry ma’am,” her voice dropping as she glances down.That action instantly transports me back to memories of Alice, who would always adopt that same piteous look whenever she was called out for something. A wave of annoyance washes over me as I watch Rita mimic that behaviour. “Anyway,” I say, shifting my gaze away from her and scanning her clut

“Are you willing to testify at court?” I ask, my voice steady and devoid of any emotion. Rita’s response is immediate, her head shaking slowly, almost as if she’s trying to physically reject the weight of my question. “I’m sorry, Lara, but I can’t,” she states, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of her words. “I can’t betray my cousin like that.” Her eyes dart away, avoiding my gaze as if the very act of looking at me might shatter the fragile barrier she’s built around her loyalty. I nod, a hint of irony creeping into my voice. “You already betrayed her by telling me the truth in relation to this matter, but don’t worry, I won’t force you to do what you don’t want to do.” I pause for a moment, letting my words sink in, watching as her expression shifts, a mixture of guilt and defiance flickering across her face. “It’s funny, isn’t it? You were so comfortable lying against me in the court of law, and now you’re hesitant to say the truth.” I can see her jaw tighten at my

“Did you know that Alice and Rita are related by blood? And did you know that’s against our company policies?” I ask, diving straight into the interrogation. I watch as Clark’s eyes widen in surprise at the revelation. For a fleeting moment, his expression betrays him, but he quickly masks it with a neutral facade. I lean forward towards him, “I had a conversation with Rita earlier, I’ll fill you in on the details later” I continue, my voice low and deliberate.Kelly shakes her head, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern. “No, I did not know they were related. If I had known, I would have brought it to my team lead’s attention, who would have definitely escalated it to you,” she states, her voice firm.I nod, crossing my arms as I lean back slightly, “So how did you not see that relevant piece of information? It only means that you didn’t do a proper investigation when you were hiring her,” I state, letting the weight of my words settle between us. The air is thick with ten

As Clark and I walk hand in hand toward the car, I reflect on how far we’ve come. The early days were filled with awkward silences and forced conversations, both of us trying to figure out how to coexist under one roof. There were moments of uncertainty, where I questioned whether this unconventional path was the right one for me. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a flicker of hope, a quiet yearning for something deeper.The car ride is filled with laughter and playful banter, the air between us electric with newfound affection. I glance over at him, catching him in a moment of contemplation, his brow slightly furrowed as he focuses on the road. I admire the way his jawline sharpens in the soft glow of the streetlights, a sight that makes my heart skip a beat. “What are you thinking about?” I ask, breaking the comfortable silence.He turns to me, his expression softening. “Just how lucky I am,” he replies, his voice sincere. “I never expected to find someone like you in this situati

Becky stands firm beside me, her presence a solid wall against the subtle intimidation radiating from Rick. I can feel a wave of gratitude wash over me; her intervention transforms the atmosphere, shifting it from one of discomfort to a united front. Rick nods, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Apologies, but there won’t be a next time after today,” he says, his tone arrogant and slightly condescending despite the fact that it was somewhat supposed to be an apology. The way he delivers those words feels like a veiled threat, and I can’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine. I watch as Becky struggles not to roll her eyes, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. She schools her emotions with impressive control, channeling her frustration into a calm exterior. “What do you want?” she asks, her voice steady but laced with an underlying tension that reveals her annoyance. “I am proposing that your client settle this case outside of court,” he says, confidently,