Semua Bab Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Bab 251 - Bab 255

ConradEnough was enough.I sat at my desk, the tension in my jaw so tight I thought something might snap. The whole mess with Karah’s team still clung to me like a bad stench, and no matter how many times I replayed Leonard’s words in my head, it didn’t make the sting any better.The sheer audacity of my mother still boiled in my blood. I had worked for months to secure that deal, prepped the product line myself, and even sat through Karah’s unbearable entourage of managers and stylists with that stupidly charming smile on my face. And for what? So my mother could yank it all from under me because it didn’t fit into her masterplan?I wasn’t a boy anymore. And if I didn’t push back now, then it wasn’t just my mother I needed to be worried about. It would be everyone under me; every manager, every executive, every assistant. They would all see that Conrad Remington was a puppet, dancing to the strings of the queen upstairs.I had to act fast, before this narrative solidified and before

ConradMy mother's secretary—Teresa or Theresa or some other name I’d never bothered to learn—jumped to her feet the moment she saw me storm down the hall like a man possessed. “Sir! Director Remington, your mother is currently in a meeting. If you’ll just give me a—”I didn’t stop walking.“—minute, I’ll go in and let her know you’re here—”I think she reached out to stop me. Poor girl, she probably thought her job description included throwing herself in front of angry men. I turned my head just slightly, and the glare I gave her must have spoken volumes, because she shrank back a step like I was about to physically barrel through her.The door to my mother’s office was closed, but I didn’t knock, but threw it open hard, the brass handle slamming into the wall with a thud that was immensely satisfying.She wasn’t alone. Seated across from her was none other than Simon Hughes, her personal lapdog with a law degree. He turned at the sound of the door, brows lifted in calm surprise, an

SusannaIt couldn’t be her. Of course it wasn’t my Liliana.That’s what I told myself at first, clutching the paper with trembling fingers, my pulse pounding so violently I thought I would split open. Liliana Grace, it read. But surely that was someone else. Some poor woman who happened to share the same name. Not my Liliana, not my sister. Not the only person I had left in this wretched world. Not the only person who I thought could stand by me. But the doubt had already rooted deep in my gut. I flipped quickly to page thirteen like the small line on the front had instructed, my fingers slipping against the thin paper. I don’t know what I expected to see. I only knew that every part of me already knew.An expanded headline stared at me in bold, mocking me. “BODY BURNT BEYOND RECOGNITION FOUND IN CITY ALLEY. IDENTIFIED AS SOCIALITE LILIANA GRACE. SUSPECT AT LARGE.”I couldn’t breathe as I read every word of that segment. I read and reread the phrases that stood out like bullet holes