Semua Bab Revenge with my Fiancé's Billionaire Brother: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Millicent was so shocked by those words that she was unable to respond for a few moments. And, unfortunately, Austin recovered his voice much faster than she did. “What bullshit do you think you’re talking about?!” he growled, this time not only slamming his hands against the table, but also standing up abruptly to the point of knocking over the chair he was sitting in “This project is mine! Neither you nor anyone else can take it away from me…!” “Austin!” Evan practically yelled, making his son cringe instantly “What do you think you’re doing, acting like this?! Is this the way you want everyone to think I raised you?” “No, father…” Austin clearly had to force himself to contain himself, picking up the discarded chair on the floor so he could sit down “I'm sorry.” “It’s not just me and our family’s name that you should be apologizing to, but also to everyone present in this room, being forced to watch your childish spectacle!” Evan roared harshly, but his hateful gaze was directe

Isaac had already done many difficult things in his life… But going to a girl's house to meet her family was not one of them. “Are you uncomfortable?” Millicent murmured beside him in the backseat of the Bianchis’ car, sounding genuinely concerned, even though there was no reason to be “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have invited you to such an intimate dinner if I’d known you’d be so nervous…” “I’m not nervous.” He cleared his throat, irritated with himself for knowing that was a lie “Why should I be nervous?” “My parents don’t think I’m driving you home like my boyfriend or anything.” Her voice dropped even lower, as if she didn’t want the driver, an old man who seemed to have known her since she was a child, to hear her “I made that very clear to them. But if my father and brothers still insist on treating you this way, I promise I’ll protect you.” At first, he thought it was a joke, but when she smiled that sweet smile, Isaac knew it was true. Millicent was serious. “Are they really t

“My mother’s earring?” The words escaped Isaac’s mouth, even though it was a rhetorical question.He would recognize that little pearl anywhere. Especially because it awakened memories in him that Isaac didn't want to remain dormant. "Do you remember?" Millicent let the cat go and the little bastard made a point of standing in front of them, with his face turned away, as if to make it clear that he was ignoring them in protest “That's what you sent me when I asked for something that could help me remember you. You wrote to me that it was something ugly and useless, but it was all you could send me. I never understood why you said something like that. It’s beautiful.” She leaned further against him, almost resting her head on his shoulder.“It’s beautiful now.” He turned the little pearl in his palm, barely able to believe it was shiny and polished again, despite the scratches that appeared under the lights “I can't believe you found someone to clean and renovate that old thing. It was

“So… the Morellis had children out of wedlock?” Millicent asked, though she couldn’t even bring herself to feel surprised “Well, it’s not like it’s a rare thing. But knowing all the stories about Emma Bianchi and her strict adherence to tradition, I can understand why she wouldn’t let that information get out.” “My grandfather wasn’t exactly a good husband and father.” Dante sighed “When he married my grandmother, it wasn’t a time when most marriages were happy or even consensual. Like many cases back then, their union was planned by their family and neither of them really had positive feelings for each other. It was to be expected that one of them, or even both, would find a lover at some point. But my grandfather was ahead of the curve. When he got married, there was already a maid in the house who had been his lover for some time and,

If, three months ago, someone had told Millicent she would be that restless just a few hours after retrieving her project, she would have said it was impossible. Yet there she was, staring at her own reflection in her dressing table mirror, while her feet tapped nervously against the floor. She tried to remind herself this was a night of joy and she should be going to sleep peacefully knowing that everything she had worked so hard on was now back in her hands, but…For some reason, the words she had heard from Isaac during dinner seemed to have stuck in her mind like parasites, preventing her from feeling truly happy. Or, at least, in peace. The way he had seemed so determined and resigned to the idea of ​​walking away from her... As if that were a certainty and not a distant possibility... That would probably haunt her for the rest of the morning until the next day, when she could finally question him about it...God, had she really planned on sleeping that night? The idea seemed rid