Todos los capítulos de Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

BerniceI found my mother in the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea. She looked up as I entered, her eyes filled with concern."Bernice, what happened with Melissa? Is everything alright?"I sighed, sinking into the chair across from her. "Honestly, Mom? I'm not sure. Melissa...she said some things."Mom's brow furrowed, her grip tightening on the mug. "What kind of things?"I hesitated, the words sticking in my throat. I decided not to tell mom right now. " She got something about my previous work in Miller. She wanted to teach me some lessons."Mom's face paled, her eyes widening with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher. "She what?""I know, it's crazy, right?" I said, trying to laugh it off. "Mom, do you know who the real parents of Melissa is?"Mom looked away, her gaze fixing on some distant point beyond the kitchen window. "Melissa...her parents...it's complicated, Bernice."My heart stuttered . "What do you mean, complicated? Mom, what aren't you telling m

BerniceI sat across from my father, the tension in the room palpable. Owen took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of sadness and resolve."Bernice," he began, his voice soft, "your mother has told you about Aunt Lilian, hasn't she?"I nodded slowly. "Yes, Mom mentioned her briefly. She said that Aunt Lilian lost her life due to a bad marriage and a violent husband. "Owen's face contorted with pain. "Lilian... She was my sister, Bernice. My little sister. You can never imagine and prepare that pain, losing her. She was the most important family member I had growing up. We were incredibly close. But that marriage... it took her away from us."I leaned forward, placing my hand on his arm. "What happened, Dad."Owen closed his eyes for a moment, as if steeling himself against the onslaught of memories. When he opened them again, they were filled with unshed tears."It was a nightmare, Bernice. I saw her body... she looked like a broken doll, riddled with knife wounds.

BerniceThe gentle click of the door closing behind Christian seemed to echo in the stillness of the apartment. I remained motionless on the plush sofa, my fingers wrapped around the stem of the wine glass, its contents a deep crimson that matched the tumultuous emotions swirling within me.Christian's presence filled the room, a comforting warmth that both soothed and intensified the ache in my chest. I watched as he shrugged off his jacket, the soft rustle of fabric a stark contrast to the deafening silence that had enveloped me for the past hour. His movements were deliberate, careful, as if he was afraid a sudden motion might shatter me like fine crystal.He poured himself a glass of wine, the liquid gurgling softly as it filled the glass. The scent of the Château Margaux wafted through the air, rich and complex, much like the situation we found ourselves in.Christian settled beside me on the sofa, his arm snaking around my shoulders and pulling me close. I leaned into him, allow

BerniceThe soft morning light filtered through the curtains, gently rousing me from my slumber. I turned in Christian's arms, facing him just as his eyes fluttered open. A slow, sleepy smile spread across his face, making my heart skip a beat."Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep."Good morning," I replied, unable to keep the smile from my own face.We lay there for a moment, just gazing at each other, before Christian leaned in for a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle and unhurried, a perfect way to start the day.When we finally pulled apart, I couldn't help but ask about the question that had been on my mind since last night. "So, tell me more about your grandfather. I'm intrigued."Christian's expression softened, a mix of fondness and nostalgia crossing his features. "He's the only family I have left, really. He's French – moved back there after my grandmother passed away."I nodded, remembering a conversation we'd had weeks ago. "That's right, you

BerniceI saw it coming in slow motion - Melissa's car barreling towards me, her face contorted with rage behind the windshield. For a split second, I was frozen, my mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. Then, instinct kicked in.I dove to the side, my body moving before my brain could fully process the danger. I hit the ground hard, the asphalt scraping against my skin as I rolled away from the oncoming vehicle. The screech of tires filled the air, followed by a sickening crunch of metal on metal.My heart pounded in my ears as I struggled to catch my breath. Pain radiated from my arms and legs where I had scraped them in my desperate escape. I could feel warm blood oozing from the wounds, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins dulled the sensation.Slowly, I pushed myself up, wincing as my battered body protested. The scene before me was one of chaos - Melissa's car had slammed into another vehicle, its front end crumpled like an accordion. Smoke rose from the twis