บททั้งหมดของ Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

AbigailI leaned against my headboard as I answered Roxy's call, a small smile still on my face."Roxy!" I greeted, cheer in my voice. "It's been too long! How have you been?""I'm great!" she responded cheerfully, but something in the way she said the words made me pause. I sat up straighter, a faint unease settling in my chest.“Roxy,” I said, my tone turning serious, “are you okay? Please don’t lie to me.”There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then, finally, she sighed. “I’m fine, but… there’s something I have to tell you.”I gripped my phone tighter. “What is it?”She hesitated for only a moment before saying, “My home was broken into.”A small gasp tore from my lips, my hand flying to my mouth. "What?!" I nearly shouted. "A-are you alright?""I'm fine," she assured me quickly. "I'm just coming back from the police station. I went to give my statement."I sat up straight, my worry skyrocketing. Roxy lived in a quiet, safe neighborhood, the kind of place where bre

The fluorescent light above me flickered annoyingly. I blinked against the harsh light, my eyes adjusting as I looked across the table at the policeman sitting in front of me. He watched me with barely concealed bewilderment, like he couldn’t quite believe this was what he had to deal with on a slow morning. To my left, Daniel, the real Daniel, sat stiffly in a chair with his arms crossed, a bead of sweat trailing down his jaw. To my right, Roxy was picking invisible specks of dust off her sleeve, looking entirely too relaxed for someone who had been attacked just hours ago.Then, our eyes met, and that was it. Roxy burst into laughter, full-bodied and uncontrollable, the kind that had no trace of joy but was instead laced with overwhelming relief. It wasn’t pretty or graceful; it was raw and almost manic, the kind of laughter that bubbled up after narrowly escaping disaster. I felt my own lips twitch in response, not because I found anything funny, but because I couldn’t believe the

LilianaSusanna’s presence in my home was an irritation I couldn’t quite shake. She had come over hours ago, throwing herself dramatically onto my couch and complaining about how bored she was. Alexander, she claimed, was never home anymore; too busy at work, apparently. And staying in that big house all by herself was unbearable.I barely listened. I had no interest in Susanna’s marriage troubles, nor did I particularly care if she was bored. I much preferred when we were both engrossed in our own lives, only checking in when necessary. But I also knew better than to send her away; keeping Susanna close meant keeping an eye on her. After all, the last thing I needed was for my reckless sister to go off and enact another one of her 'brilliant' plans without thinking things through.So, I let her stay, pretending to be unbothered while she sprawled out on my couch, lazily scrolling through her phone as I looked over Harry’s midterm report card.My brow furrowed as I spotted something d

Abigail Spending the rest of the day with Roxy had left me refreshed. It made me glad to know the first move we had made had been so successful and I wanted to celebrate that with her. But more than that, I had wanted to make sure she was fine. After everything she had been through from being targeted by Susanna to being used as bait to lure her attacker out, she had tried to act as if it didn’t shake her, but I knew better. The exhaustion in her eyes and the stiff tway she held herself even when we were just outside together told me otherwise. Still, by the time I left, I felt satisfied with our progress. But the moment I stepped out of my car in front of my mother’s home, a strange feeling crawled over my skin. Something was wrong. The air felt… off. It was subtle, but I had learned to trust my instincts more. “Liam?” I called out, shutting the car door. Silence answered me. A frown settled on my lips. Liam had been relentless lately in trying to make up for everything he had

MarcelineI stepped out of the car, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I adjusted the fur lined collar of my gown. Abigail stood near the stretcher where Liam's pitiful body was being placed, her shoulders stiff and her face drawn tight with desperation. A group of officers had closed in around her, their expressions unreadable.I couldn’t hear what was being said just yet, but whatever it was, I saw the precise moment Abigail’s world tilted. Her hand clutched at her chest, her lips parting as she uttered a stunned, "What?"I walked closer, my heels clicking against the pavement. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. This was looking interesting.Abigail’s face twisted with disbelief before morphing into an emotion more volatile; rage. “There is no way my brother could be involved in any sort of drug trafficking! You must be mistaken!” she barked, her voice sharp.The officers did not acknowledge her outburst. Their cold silence only enraged her further. Her fists