All Chapters of Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

JulianI knew the FBI wasn’t finished with me, but I didn’t expect the knock on my door to feel so terrifying. It was early, too early for anyone normal to be awake, but that’s when the pounding starts. Three heavy hits that were not polite or patient. But then again, I never knew the feds to operate ever so calmly. I drag myself from the couch, the remnants of last night’s headache still dragging behind my eyes. I barely twisted the lock before the door was shoved inward, nearly slamming into me. And there he was, the FBI agent. The same one who has been circling my life like a vulture for the past few days. Only this time, he wasn’t pretending to be friendly.“We’ve got a problem, Julian,” he snapped, and stepped inside like he owned the place. His eyes swept the room with a cold assessment that made my skin crawl. “A big one.”Despite his rudeness, I slowly shut the door tight. “You don’t get to barge into my home like that.” I blurted.He turned to me, and his expression never ch

SavannahBy the time the sun rose, the weight of everything finally settled in a way neither Julian nor I could ignore. We had been dancing around the situation for days, pretending we still had enough space to maneuver, enough excuses to buy time, and enough distance to stay untouched. But the truth was clearer now than ever: none of that was true anymore. Not for him or for me. And definitely not for whatever was unfolding around us at this point.We were running out of room, and I could feel it. Julian stood still with his hands on his hips and his eyes fixed on the distance ahead. And me? I just stood there, watching him think through all the same conclusions I had already arrived at hours earlier. The silence between us wasn’t heavy this time; it was simply… honest. Like we had finally run out of places to hide.“So,” he finally said, looking over at me. “What now?”“We start acting,” I said firmly.He blinked once, slowly, as if he needed a second to replay the sentence. “Meanin

UrielFor the longest time, I stood just inside the doorway with my arms crossed, watching the room settle into an uneasy silence. Savannah’s words were still fresh in my mind, and every moment that passed, it felt sharp across my skin. The way she had spoken about Colleen, the way she’d tried to make sense of it all. It wasn’t just the betrayal or the audacity of working with the Fords; it was the fact that he had slipped past all of us, moving through both sides like he belonged nowhere and everywhere at once. His actions were the kind that made you question how well you really knew anyone in your family.Father sat at the head of the table, his posture straight, and his hands resting calmly, yet you could feel the tension rolling off him like waves. He never rushed to judgment, never showed his cards too early. And even now, after hearing everything I had to tell him, he didn’t raise his voice, didn’t slam a hand on the table, or declare war immediately like I’d secretly hoped for.

ColleenI didn’t rush when I walked into the dining room. If anything, I slowed down a little just to irritate them. The whole room was set up like a scene from one of those old family photos we used to take, long table polished until it reflected the ceiling lights, chairs aligned too neatly, and everyone sitting with that stiff, practiced posture they always used whenever something “important” was happening.As I stepped inside, I let the door close behind me, not bothering to hide the amused smirk on my face. It felt appropriate. After all, this was the same family that tossed me out like a bad investment. Now they had summoned me back as if I was supposed to be grateful for the invitation.Uriel was the first to look at me; her expression was already tight. My cousin, Leora, avoided eye contact, which made sense. She never did well with confrontation. And then there was William, my father, sitting at the head of the table with the same unreadable expression he always wore. I pann

ClintI’ve handled cartel leaders, corrupt senators, and billion-dollar fraud rings, but there’s something special about watching a group of self-satisfied board members unravel. They always believe they’re untouchable until someone smarter and far more patient than them decides to tug the right strings. Tonight, that someone was me.The office was dark except for the glow of my monitors. I must say I quite enjoyed the silence. I needed it to do what I needed to, and so I leaned back in my chair, arms folded, as I watched the feed from the hidden cameras I had slipped into the boardroom earlier. Savannah had played her part perfectly earlier in the evening, her calm, her fear, her readiness to survive; all of it pushed them exactly where I needed them to be. They underestimated her. That was their first mistake. Underestimating me? That would be their last.One by one, the anonymous messages were delivered. From screenshots to financial trails and even recordings of their illegal dea