Semua Bab Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Bab 121 - Bab 130

ConradI buried my face in my hands, my fingers pressing hard against my temples as if I could physically force the anger out of my mind. But the rage inside me was an uncontrollable wildfire. It filled my veins, burned through my chest and roared in my ears like a storm that would not end.Susanna had lost the baby.The words the doctor had told me replayed in my head over and over again, each repetition slicing into him like a freshly sharpened blade. The doctor’s voice had been flat and clinical but to me, it might as well have been a gunshot.And it was her fault. Abigail, that conniving, heartless woman had killed Susanna’s child out of pure, disgusting jealousy.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I hated her. I hated her so much I could barely breathe. Even now, as I thought about her, I could picture her face while my Susanna was been curled up in a hospital bed, devastated and empty.She didn’t even have a shred of remorse. Not a single tear shed for what she

LilianaI leaned against the wooden railing of the porch, watching my son, Harry, as he tumbled across the grass, his laughter ringing out in the cool morning air. His somersaults were a little clumsy, but he didn’t care. He whooped in delight each time he landed, rolling back onto his feet with that boundless energy only children seemed to possess. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I rested my weight in the railing, arms crossed. He was growing up strong, clever, and bold, just the way I had raised him.My darling boy. So full of life, so energetic, so… mine.I had left Susanna’s bedside just a few hours ago, her face alight with a satisfaction so thick she was nearly glowing. She had done it. She had gone through with that reckless plan, taken a gamble I had warned her against, and somehow, miraculously, she had come out on top, despite all my reservations.But then again, Susanna had never been one to listen to me, had she? No, she always thought she knew best. Always believed

Abigail I stayed where I was, my head still resting against Alexander’s shoulder, my body refusing to pull away from the comfort he offered. It wasn’t much, but right now, it was enough. After what felt like forever, I finally spoke. “When you dropped me off earlier,” I said, “Marceline was waiting for me inside my home.”I felt his body tense slightly beside me. I wanted to glance up at him, to see if he was surprised by the news or if he had already expected it. But I didn’t move. I was too tired for that. A beat passed before Alexander spoke. “What did she say to you?” His tone was unreadable, but there was a sharpness under his usual calm.“She told me about her ties to Bonafide.” This time, Alexander didn’t shift beside me. “She’s the daughter of one of the most renowned criminals in the country,” I continued. “It’s still crazy to think about.”Alexander was quiet for a moment before saying, “I knew she had some connection to Bonafide.”I lifted my head slightly. “You did?”

Roxy The call ended, leaving me gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. "Roxanna?" Mr. Hayes’s voice snapped me back to reality. I turned to look at him, realizing I’d been staring blankly at the wall. "My apartment was broken into," I said, my voice small. He frowned, leaning forward. "What?" I nodded, still processing the words myself. "The police are there now. I have to go." Just as I had expected, Mr. Hayes didn’t scold me. He just studied me for a long moment before sighing. "Go. And let me know if you need anything." I barely heard him as I rushed out of the office, my thoughts racing. First, the letter, now, a break-in. This wasn’t random. Someone was definitely trying to send me a message. I gripped the steering wheel hard as I drove home, my mind cycling through possibilities like a broken record. Who could have done this? It was definitely someone connected to that ominous letter? I barely registered the stoplights, weaving through traffi

Alexander I ran the towel over my face, wiping away the last traces of water as I stepped out of the ensuite bathroom connected to my office. The air-conditioned room was cooler than the bathroom’s steam-filled warmth, and I let out a slow breath, rolling my shoulders as I adjusted the towel wrapped around my waist.Daniel had brought me a fresh change of clothes from home earlier, and I rifled through the bag, searching for something comfortable.This was my fourth night sleeping at the office, and I saw no reason to return home just yet.Susanna was out of the hospital now, but I found that I couldn’t stomach the idea of being in the same house with her.It was a strange realization, considering I had always thought myself thick-skinned. I had endured a lot in life, tolerated people I had no patience for, sat through pointless conversations with those I detested, and yet, this was different. Because the more I learned about Susanna and her family, the more repulsed I became.And th