All Chapters of Married To His CEO Brother: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Stephanie’s povThat night, I stood in my room and wondered if meeting that woman myself would be a better idea.With a sigh, I decided to do that.I called my spy and asked if meeting her would be a better idea as he thought about it before laughing.“She might want to put him behind her and you want to remind her of the pain that had been caused by Crawford.”I rolled my eyes. “Oh come on. How bad could it be?”“Pretty bad if she never wants to see him again.”I thought about it for a while before shrugging.“Whatever,” I said. “Let’s get this over with. I’ve got other things to be doing anyway. Let’s do this and move on.”He sighed before sending me her number and address with her name.“Alisha,” I said with a smile. “Great.”The next day, I prepared myself and hurried out of the house to go to her apartment and within moments, I was parked out on the street.This place was scary but I held my breath before walking in.Soon, I stood outside the worn-down apartment building, glancin

Stephanie’s povThe soft hum of my phone vibrating on the nightstand pulled me from the edge of sleep. For a moment, I thought about ignoring it, but then my curiosity got the better of me. I reached over, squinting at the screen in the dim light. It was a message from my spy.With a sigh, I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, careful not to wake Eric. His fragile health meant he needed every second of rest he could get. The last thing I wanted was his questions or, worse, his interference. My slippers barely made a sound on the plush carpet as I padded into my study and closed the door behind me.The message was short and cryptic: “I’m at your balcony window. We need to talk.”I stared at it for a moment, irritation bubbling up inside me. Of all the places to meet, he had to choose my home? I walked to the balcony window, pulling aside the curtain just enough to peek out. Sure enough, there he was, standing in the shadows like some second-rate thief.With a huff, I unlocked th

Crawford’s povI leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Alisha,” I said, keeping my voice level and light. “This is… a surprise.”She smirked, her red lips curving into a smile that didn’t meet her eyes. “Really? I thought you'd be glad to see me.”“Happy,” I repeated, but let the word linger in the stillness of my office. “I’m not sure that’s the term I was thinking of.”She sighed and walked over to the seat on the other side of my desk, taking her time as she lowered herself into it and crossed her legs. “You’re never really one for change, are you?”I didn’t answer right away, instead using the opportunity to observe her. Alisha was here for a reason. Alisha never did anything without a reason.And as much as she looked like she had stepped directly out of an upscale martini party, the fact that she’d come uninvited to my office said this wasn’t a casual visit."What do you want, Alisha?" I finally asked, my tone sounded hard.She tipped her head to the side as if she was tr

Crawford’s povShe laughed at me. "I love how direct you are, Crawford."I didn’t respond, my patience fading. But she took it as a cue to go on.“Let’s be real,” She continued, practically whispering now. “You and me, we’re the ones that should really be running this. My mom isn’t. That… Audrey chick—she’s nothing more than a figurehead.”I arched a brow. “Audrey is doing exactly what Eric appointed her to do. She’s more than capable.”Amelia waved her hand dismissively. “Capable, sure, but does she understand what Eric really wants? You know my mother and I have Eric’s best interests at heart.”I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. “Is that what you call it? Because from where I stand, it looks more like the two of you are circling him like predators.”Her smile faltered, but only for a moment. She quickly regained her composure, leaning back in her chair. “I think you’re being a little dramatic, Crawford. All I’m saying is that you’d be better off working with us. Join my mother and

Xander’s pov“It’s…going well,” I said, trying to keep it neutral. No one needed to know mine and Audrey’s business but ours.Elena squinted at me like she didn’t buy it, but she dropped it. “Come in, come in. Sit down. You have so much catching up to do.”We made our way into the cozy living room, and she handed me a mug of coffee before collapsing onto the couch across from me. We caught up on the last few years of our lives in laughter and stories that, for a moment, I was sure nothing had changed. It felt so good to let go and be weightless again.But that wasn’t why I was here.“Elena,” I started, putting my mug down on the table. “I’m here because I need your help. It’s about Audrey’s father.”Her expression changed instantly, the playful look gone for the first time in as long as I could remember and replaced with a seriousness that seemed out of place. “What happened?” she demanded, leaning toward me.I told her everything—the doctor, the poison, how Eric had been getting wors