Semua Bab Lost Her To My Brother : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The day had gone by slowly for Mark, and soon he was back to the one place he hated most. Walking into the Alpha Mansion, he glanced around, searching for his wife. Clair had been in her room since she returned home from her father's mansion. The shock of his laying hands on her was still fresh in her mind. Despite Dama’s attempts to cheer her up, she couldn't bring herself to smile.Clair was in a world of her own. She could see everything crumble down at her feet. The fame was shifting underneath her; she could feel everything she had enjoyed all her life snatched away with no notice. Mark pushed open the door only to see his crying wife crammed on the floor. She looked nothing like the woman who had been flaunting her cheating habits in his face days ago. He did not like the idea of them sharing a room, but ever since her terrible scandal and her promiscuous escapades with Alpha Ruben, Luna and his mother had them share a room. Mark ignored her. If this were in the past, he would h

The sun was up when Emilia woke. She had slept in for the day and was already late for work, but it was worth it. Her conversation with Fredrick the previous night had been the best. She rose to her feet quickly and headed to the bathroom. She had a quick shower and was down in no time. Lina was still around; she had not left, and it did not bother her as much as it had done the previous days.On the dining table was a bouquet of white lilies. Emilia smiled, picking it up. She smelled it and then placed it in a vase before stepping out. Kelvin was there to take her to the office—not that other drivers couldn't, but she was aware he had hidden agendas of his own.“Good morning, Mrs. Fred,” he greeted, and Emilia just chuckled. It was about time he dropped the formalities.“If you have plans of sticking your object into my friend, then I think dropping the Mrs. will be a good idea. Just call me Emilia or Emi.”Kelvin laughed while putting on his seatbelt.“Is it that obvious?” he asked,

It's been weeks since the scandal that broke the realm. Fredrick has been doing even better than before with all the support. Surprisingly, the words of Emelia had gone viral, and so many saw things from her perspective. Mrs. Camfrey tried as much as she could to control the outcome, but the deed had been done, and so many were digging; she feared it was only a matter of time before the truth caught up with all of them.While she had steadfastly refused to bully and mistreat Fredrick, videos and pictures were beginning to surface disproving her claims. Never had she thought someone was on the lookout, but now the situation was far out of their control. While everyone was concerned about the Fredrick Camfrey scandal, someone was out looking out for herself. Her father had long cut off Clair. His cards no longer worked, and her account was dry. No matter how often she called her mother for help, it ended with the same response.“You have to be responsible now, Clair. Your father won't g

Fredrick was done waiting. His father wouldn't come to him, and his supposed mother and brother wouldn't stop. As twilight descended, the gloomy atmosphere enveloped the mansion. Fredrick walked down the stairs, and Lina was there with the others. They were all bored, with little outside interaction. He scanned around, but there was no sign of Emilia.“Sally,” she called, and Sally was quick on her feet. “Yes, Fred… the garden,” she informed, smiling. Fredrick nodded in gratitude. Emilia was seated on the bench, staring at the blooming flowers. Something was not right. She looked so consumed by her thoughts, but that was not all. Something was eating her up from within.Emilia felt conflicted with her thoughts. So much was happening with so little time to comprehend everything. Deep down, she could feel something dangerous itching closer but couldn't place her hands on it. Fredrick approached from behind, wrapping his hands around her. She jolted a little but leaned in warmly into hi

Fredrick stood motionless by the door, staring into the dark room. The stench of alcohol oozed out like he was in a beer parlor. The curtains were drawn, limiting the light in the shimmering room, but he could see the faint frame of his father by his desk. His hands went to the switch, turning on the light. Alpha Camfrey groaned but said nothing. The floor was covered with empty wine bottles, both held and shattered. He walked his way to the desk, pulling out a seat for himself.“Start talking,” his voice stern and cold.Alpha Camfrey stared at the man before him, who had grown from a baby under his care. He was so little the first time he picked him up, and now he was all grown up. The truth was knocking on the door, threatening to force its way in. He had expected this day to come, but never thought it would be this soon and in such a way.“Fred, I am sorry,” he uttered, but Fredrick had no time for his apologies. It's been two weeks since the news broke out, and every attempt to ge