บททั้งหมดของ Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

ConradThere was something off about him.I stared at Alexander’s secretary, Daniel, my eyes narrowing as I tried to place what it was. Maybe it was the posture. It was too confident even though he was just standing there. Secretaries didn’t stand like that, not in the presence of someone like me. Or maybe it was the steady way he looked at me, holding my gaze like he was reading me, daring me to blink first.A smirk nearly twitched across my lips. He was bolder than most.Still, it didn’t matter. Whatever game he was playing, I would end it the way I ended every threat; cleanly, decisively, and with little patience for dramatics. If he thought I was bluffing by telling him he wouldn’t make it back to Alexander in one piece, he was in for the rudest kind of awakening. I had disposed of men for less than standing on my property with that look in their eyes. And the fact that this was the same idiot who kept turning up around Abigail

AlexanderI sighed and set the report down beside me on the bed, the paper softly brushing against the cotton sheets. My fingers went up to the bridge of my nose, rubbing slowly, hoping the dull ache building behind my eyes would ease with a little pressure. It didn’t. I leaned back against the headboard, letting my head rest there for a moment, trying to push back the weight of what I’d just read in Daniel’s report.I’d skimmed it yesterday, noted the key points, but tonight I’d finally read it through properly, line by line. And with each sentence, it had become more and more obvious that Liliana was tangled in something deeper than she had any right to be. She had ties I couldn’t yet understand how she had made, ties that enabled her to position herself at the heart of things. I picked up the report again and flipped to the section Daniel had titled Property Chain Discrepancies. According to his investigation, during the

ConradThe performance reports for my marketing teams were waiting for me by the side of my desk, but my eyes were fixed on my phone screen. I reclined slightly in my chair, one leg crossed over the other, my finger steadily scrolling as article after article loaded. It had been nearly a full day but they were still there, dozens of them multiplying like weeds, no matter how many got reported or removed. And the longer they lingered, the more outrageous the headlines became."Like Brother, Like Sister? Inside Abigail’s Troubled Bloodline!" "From Rags to Riches to Madness: Abigail Remington’s Crumbling Fairytale."I chuckled under my breath. Public perception was like wet clay. Mold it right, and you could make anything stick. And now, Abigail&rsquo

SusannaThis chapter contains scenes of violence, viewer's discretion is advised!The music had all but stopped by the time I realized something was wrong. One minute, I was pressing into Aiden with the bass thudding through my veins, and the next, I was being yanked back like a ragdoll, nearly stumbling in my heels.  Marceline’s  face was etched in stone, full of loathing and menace. She looked like a ghost from some ancient nightmare, one that clawed its way out of the dark just to drag me back with it. I froze. The two hulking men flanking her were clearly not here to dance or enjoy the music. As I stared at them, I noticed something else. The dance floor was empty. Even the DJ had vanished, though seductive music still flowed through the club’s speakers. Aiden was just standing there, blinking at

AbigailI had made a good choice picking this place. The sunlight filtered gently through the overhead canopy, painting soft shadows across the white tablecloth of the outdoor café. A cool breeze fluttered the ends of my scarf as I sipped my virgin mojito. It was my first time trying it,and the mint felt refreshing against my tongue. My fingers lazily scrolled through the news feed on my phone, half reading another round of speculative nonsense being peddled by gossip blogs about me. Alexander had taken the last ones down, but just a few hours later, another set had sprung up, and this time, I was apparently using the Remington name as front to peddle drugs, and this was the reason I had been so eager to stay out of the spotlight. The whole thing had become so predictable I could finish the article before reading the first paragraph.I let out a sigh and set my phone face-down on the table, taking another sip of my drink. I liked this café. It was quiet and tucked away in the middle o