All Chapters of Married To His CEO Brother: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Amelia’s povShe held me against her chest, smoothing my hair with a hand. “Hush now, child. There is no use crying over spilt milk.”Her words didn’t help. If anything, they made me feel worse. How could she be so uncaring, so unfeeling?I drew back from her, looking straight into her eyes. “You don’t care? He’s dead, mum. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”Her gaze grew harder for a moment, and then she held my face tightly between her hands. “What does bother me, Amelia, is seeing you like this,” she said finally. “You’re stronger than this. The commissioner’s death may have been a shock for us all, but it is not the end of the world for us- nor will it be for you. I’m just glad you’re safe. That is all.”Her calmness should have been reassuring, but I only felt my anxiety spike higher. I nodded mutely, not trusting myself to say anything in return. Of course she wasn’t being completely honest. Even if she hadn’t caused the explosion herself, mum knew far more than she was willing

Stephanie’s povI set my glass down and leaned forward, lowering my voice. “I know Barve being in jail looks bad, but it’s not irreversible. A commissioner of police around his case is dead, and with him, a lot of the heat surrounding Barve’s case is gone.”Serena raised an eyebrow. “The commissioner of police is dead? What did you do, Stephanie?”“Nothing,” I said quickly. “That wasn’t me. But the fact remains—his death changes things. The police are scrambling to figure out their next move, which gives us a window of opportunity.”I had to lie to earn her trust. It was needed.“Us?” she repeated, her tone dripping with skepticism.“Yes, us.” I looked her straight in the eye. “Barve needs people on the outside working to clear his name, and you’re the only one I trust to help me with that.”She let out another scoff. “Trust? That’s rich coming from you.”“I’m serious,” I repeated, a little more sharply. “I can’t do this alone. You know people I don’t know, and you’re better at dealin

Stephanie’s povThe new commissioners green eyes bored into mine, as though searching for cracks in my confidence. After a moment, she shrugged and leaned back again. “If that’s the case, then you’re free to leave. I only wanted to make one thing clear to you.”I hesitated, unsure if her calm demeanor was a warning in disguise. “What’s that?”She picked up a file from the corner of her desk and flipped it open. “The case involving Dr. Barve,” she said, her tone deliberate. “It’s being fast-tracked. No delays, no interference. He will face trial, and there’s nothing anyone can do to save him.”My heart sank, but I kept my expression neutral. “I see. Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”She gestured toward the door, her eyes never leaving mine. “Good day, Mrs. Stephanie.”I stood, forcing a smile. “Good day, Commissioner.”As I left the office and made my way back to my car, a storm of emotions swirled within me. The new commissioner was no fool, and her no-nonsense appro

Stephanie’s povI paced back and forth in my bedroom, my hands clammy and my thoughts spinning like a storm. Barve was a liability. The commissioner had everything she needed to bring me down: the photos, the evidence, and Barve’s loose tongue. He was weak under pressure, and I couldn’t afford weakness now.Picking up my phone, I hesitated for only a moment before dialing my spy. It rang twice before he answered.“Ma’am,” his gruff voice came through.“I have a job for you,” I said, my voice cold and devoid of emotion.“Name it.”“I need you to send in a group—trusted delinquents, no loose ends. They’re to blow up the police station. Everyone inside must be eliminated, including Barve. This needs to look like an act of gang retaliation or a terrorist attack. No ties back to me. Understood?”There was a pause on the other end, and I could feel him calculating the enormity of the task.“Consider it done,” he said finally.“Good,” I replied, my voice sharp. “Call me when it’s finished.”

Stephanie’s pov“So what do you want to do?” Asked an impatient Amelia but I waved her to be silent.“You shouldn’t bother about that, my little child. I’ve got it all handled very well. We are here, are we not?”“So you want to kill him here?” I laughed at my daughter. “Of course not, child. I would not do that. I would instead make sure that I watch his progress and when it’s getting better, I plunger it back into the terrible condition he is in now. He won’t get better.”“And Crawford?” Zach asked as I waved him off.“Like I said, I’ll take care of it.”“Stephanie,” he said, leaning forward. “You know as well as we do that Eric’s time is up. If he stays alive, none of us will get what we deserve.”Amelia nodded, her voice low but firm. “He’s already weak. It wouldn’t take much to… you know, finish it. The inheritance could finally be ours.”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Eric had lingered too long, and his recovery was ruining my plans.But I was scared that if our name