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Chapter 114. Test of Patience.
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Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 122. Diagnosis
Ariella’s POVThe results came just after dawn. The specialist entered quietly, holding a file too thin for comfort. Damon was awake and composed. I stood beside him, bracing for what was coming. The doctor didn’t soften it.Cardiac inflammation. Stress-induced arrhythmia. Manageable, but not optional. Medication, therapy, and monitored rest. There should be zero pressure. Every instruction sounded like a sentence Damon would never obey. His jaw tightened. “How long?” he asked.“Months, not weeks,” the doctor said.Silence stretched. Damon’s stare fixed on the wall. I waited for denial, but he only said, “I’ll recover quickly.”“If you don’t rest,” the doctor replied, “it could turn fatal.” Damon nodded once, like a man pretending to agree.After the doctor left, he reached for his phone. I took it before he could argue.“You need rest.”“What I need is control,” he said.“You can’t have both.”He turned away. The argument ended because he didn’t have the strength to continue. His han
Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 121. Unexpected Collapse: The First Sign
Ariella’s POVHe arrived before sunrise. The office was silent. Damon sat still for a couple of seconds, neglecting the heap of papers on his desk. I walked in, untouched by Damon, who was seemingly lost in thought. When he saw me, he trembled.He’d been working through nights again. Reports piled, half-sorted. He pressed his chest once, quietly. I looked away.The meeting started at nine. His tone was steady. Halfway through, he paused, in silence, then recovered. His hand stayed clenched on the table until the end.When everyone left, I stayed. “You should rest.”“I’m fine,” he said, signing the same page twice.“Damon!”“Lack of sleep,” he cut in.From my office, I watched him move more slowly, rhythm broken. I remembered the last time he ignored warning signs. By noon, details blurred. Instructions repeated. Files misplaced. Staff whispered. I covered the gaps quietly. “You see?” he said weakly, still standing.I took a look at him again and retorted. "You look worried." He didn
Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 120. Silent Coronation.
Ariella’s POV.Later that week, she hosted a review session with the core directors. It was the first time since the transition that she had included me in her address. She didn’t introduce me or frame the reason; she simply allowed the meeting to unfold with me at her right side. When a proposal was challenged, she deferred to my judgment, and no one questioned it. At that moment, more than her earlier words sealed the transition. Authority was no longer symbolic; it had become a matter of procedure.After the meeting, Damon found me alone in the archive hall. He asked what she had said exactly, the part I hadn’t shared. I told him she said I had earned her trust because of what he represented. He smiled slightly. He understood that, in her world, that was the highest form of blessing. He asked if I believed her. I said belief was irrelevant. Acknowledgment was action, and that was enough.He reached for my hand and said it was the first time he had felt that the family had accepted
Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 119. Personal Acceptance.
Ariella’s POVThe week after the restructuring ended with silence rather than ceremony. Reports moved through the boardrooms, figures aligned, and the atmosphere shifted from tension to observation. Damon’s mother kept her distance but not her attention, and every department adjusted its rhythm around her absence. I knew she would call me. She would certainly want to know what to do with the balance she could no longer deny. When the message finally came from her, I wasn’t Surprise. It was brief, private, and precise, an invitation, not a summons.I walked into the upper office alone, aware that this conversation would determine the next phase of everything we had fought to stabilize. Damon had said little beyond that if she asked for privacy, it meant the decision was personal. I believed him. I just smiled slightly. The door closed behind me. She spoke seemly frankly.She began by acknowledging the order restored across Talon, the efficiency in communication, and the containment
Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 118. Precision and Power.
Ariella’s POV.That maneuver changed tone immediately. The market narrative flipped, casting Talon as a target rather than a source of conflict. Damon’s mother remained seated during the update, her focus entirely on me as I summarized. She didn’t interrupt, didn’t question, didn’t offer correction. When I finished, she gave a short statement: “You respond to precision with precision. That’s how control survives chaos.” Damon didn’t speak. He simply glanced at me, acknowledgment without expression.When the call with regulators ended, she dismissed the department heads but asked us to remain. Her voice was even, deliberate. “Today was a measure, not an accident,” she said. “Competence protects bloodlines. You’ve both passed.” She turned to me fully for the first time and added, “You protect him well.” It wasn’t sentiment; it was acknowledgment rendered as a verdict.“She’s not easily impressed,” he said quietly. I answered that respect from her was strategic currency. He agreed. The s
Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother Chapter 117. The Test.
Ariella’s POV.Damon’s behavior shifted subtly afterward. He deferred more frequently during operational discussions, allowing me to respond first. His silence in front of others reinforced his position without verbal reinforcement. I understood the pattern; he was setting the tone for stability by letting perception shape authority naturally. The matriarch noticed, but instead of questioning it, she let the hierarchy solidify. Observation had become recognition.By afternoon, we prepared for a smaller board press interaction, streamed remotely to select investors and journalists. It was meant to reinforce the earlier message. Damon’s mother attended again, though this time virtually. The arrangement felt familiar, predictable, almost routine. But I had learned that comfort in this environment was the beginning of risk.The first few questions were standard, performance, projections, and compliance measures. I handled them without friction. Then the moderator announced an external jou
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