บททั้งหมดของ Married To His CEO Brother: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Audrey’s povI sat in the quiet hospital room, the only sound coming from the soft beeping of the machines monitoring my father’s condition. Crawford, my father’s lawyer, sat next to me, his face serious but calm. He had been by our side through everything, and I trusted him.“Audrey,” he began, breaking the silence, “there’s something you need to know about your father.”I turned to him, my heart heavy with worry. “What is it?” I asked.He looked at me, his eyes kind but firm. “Your father knew Stephanie was not to be trusted. He had started suspecting her months ago.”My eyes widened. “What do you mean? If he knew, why didn’t he say anything to me?”Crawford sighed. “He didn’t want to worry you. He thought he could handle it himself. But he did take steps to protect himself.”I leaned forward, confused but eager to hear more. “What kind of steps?”“For one,” Crawford said, “he stopped eating any food Stephanie prepared for him.”My jaw dropped. “He stopped eating her food? How?”“Hi

Audrey’s povHe nodded. “I’ve never been more sure. Stephanie and Amelia betrayed this family. They tried to hurt me, to hurt us. You stood by me, protected me, and fought for the truth. You are the only one I trust to handle everything.”I looked at Mr. Crawford, who was smiling softly. He nodded as if to confirm my father’s words.“But Dad,” I said, “what about Amelia? She’s still your stepdaughter.”My father’s face hardened. “Amelia made her choices. She sided with Stephanie and Zach. She helped them try to harm me, Audrey. She doesn’t deserve anything from me.”I felt a lump in my throat. “And Stephanie?”He laughed bitterly. “Stephanie? She doesn’t deserve even a thought. That woman tried to poison me, to kill me. I regret ever letting her into my life. No, Audrey. Everything will go to you. You’re my daughter, and you’re the only one I trust.”Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded. “I don’t know what to say, Dad.”“Just promise me,” he said, reaching for my hand, “that you’ll

Xander’s povI followed Daniel to his room as he whistled while I heard my name being called by Audrey and my mother alike.The minute he entered his room, he tried closing his door as my foot hit the door and it bounced open.He turned with a shock on his face as he had not expected me to follow him.“What are you doing?” He asked as I gritted my teeth. “You had no right to talk to my mother that way.”He laughed, reering his head back in heavy laughter before looking at me.“I don’t know what you think this is but you have about three seconds to get the hell out of my room.”“Why are you here?” I asked with a calm voice as he scoffed.“One,” he started a countdown, but I wasn’t scared of him. I was not in the mood for his theatrics.“We aren’t children anymore Daniel,” I said as I walked to the window to look out of it. “Two.” He continued as I scoffed.“You know, there were times when I actually thought we could be real brothers.”He scoffed. “Yeah, like you and Zach. Sorry, wher

Daniel’s povWhen Xander and Audrey got home, I was there. Right by the front door, back against the wall with arms folded across my chest. The minute they stepped inside, I locked eyes with Xander, frown already in place. Time to execute phase two of Lola’s plan.“Xander,” I said in a voice that was both casual and weighted just enough to make him turn his head.He looked at me, his gaze wary. Audrey glanced my way, then nodded slightly before continuing on her path into the living room. She didn’t trust me and I couldn’t blame her.“What’s up, Daniel?” Xander said as he came to a halt in front of me.I hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile. “Can we talk?”Xander arched an eyebrow, his suspicion over my change in demeanor obvious. “About what?”I shrugged, making sure my grin didn’t waver. “I don’t know… I just figured it might be a good idea to bury the hatchet. We’re family.”Xander’s scorn was evident in his expression. “Bury the hatchet? You’ve despised me since we were kid

Audrey’s povAs I lay in bed, the soft glow from my bedside lamp washing over the room, I heard the door open. I looked toward it and found Xander entering with an annoyed look on his face. He glanced at me then dropped his gaze to the ground as if he was still deep in thought. I sat up and smiled at him.“How was your swim,” I spoke playfully, hoping to break his apparent sullen mood.Xander sighed and shook his head. “Daniel,” he huffed. “He was there, strutting around like a peacock, said something about Lola then started spouting off all this other crap about my life.”My smile fell. “What crap?”Xander waved it off. “Nothing worth repeating. Just Daniel being his usual self—trying to stir up trouble and make me question everything. I don’t know why he can’t just mind his own business.”I nodded in agreement, feeling exactly the same way. Daniel had an uncanny talent for showing up at the most inconvenient times and saying things that got under Xander’s skin like nothing else coul