All Chapters of Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Susanna The smoke curled up into the air like a dark spirit set free, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from it. The tendrils billowed and twisted, dancing in the distance where Abigail’s car had crashed. My heart thumped in my chest, not with grief or terror, but with a pulsing, bewildering adrenaline. Was she dead? Was she truly gone?I didn’t have time to dwell on the thought before Conrad’s hands were on my shoulders, shaking me so hard my teeth clattered. As he shook me like a ragdoll, I only watched him, fascinated by how easily his face crumbled with just a hint of the truth. “Did you know?” he roared, his voice cracking like a whip. “Have you known all along?! Have you known that your enviable life was meant to be Abigail's all along?!”His grip tightened around my flesh, his nails biting into my arms through the fabric of my blouse. I didn’t wince at the painful sensation. I was too far gone to care about pain or shame or consequence. I had buried Liliana, and maybe now I would g

Nine board members of the Remington Group sat around the polished mahogany table in the private dining room of the Rèlis, an elite restaurant. The room was luxurious but discreet, chosen precisely to give them the best privacy money could buy. No staff remained in sight as the last of them settled into place, glancing at one another with wary curiosity. At one end, Andreas Lovelace, a stocky man with graying temples, slammed a leather briefcase closed and leaned forward. Across from him sat Celia Hartman, impeccably dressed as usual, her expression cool and betraying nothing. By the window, Damien Shaw tapped the table with restless fingers, while near the door, Miriam Chen checked the time on her phone. On the other side of the table were Frederick Moore, Victoria Reyes, Jerome Patel, Daphne Brooks, and Elias Williams. Each of them looked surprised and not entirely pleased to have been summoned by someone anonymous. “We're not all completely,” Andreas remarked, his voice gravelly

RoxyI was still cursing Nikki under my breath as I walked up the marble steps of the event venue, the sound of my heels clicking sounding as impatient as my temper. Nikki knew how much I had been looking forward to spending the night on Abigail’s couch - it was all I could talk about at work today. I had been seriously looking forward to us stuffing our faces with seaweed crackers and watching that trashy romance drama I had finally gotten Abigail hooked on. But no, at the last minute—literally, two and a half hours before show time, Nikki “came down with something.”Please. She was about as sick as a catwalk model with a sprained nail. I bet she had gotten sucked into the rabbit hole of the rumors swirling around the company and decided she didn’t want to be the public face of the drama for even one night. Coward. And guess who got volunteered as tribute?I adjusted the slit of my dress as I reached the top of the stairs and gave a quick tug to my neckline. The gown, a slinky silve

AbigailI was halfway through a mouthful of roasted duck when I spotted Roxy speed walking across the garden like a woman possessed, waving a paper in the air like it was a winning lottery ticket. Her sandals flapped slightly with each hurried step, and her oversized sunglasses bounced on top of her head. I had to stifle a laugh, mostly because she looked absolutely ridiculous and had no idea.Fork in hand, I watched her approach, amused. She didn’t have any staff trailing behind her, which meant she had navigated the estate on her own again. Honestly, Roxy probably knew her way around Alexander’s property better than I did by now.As she neared, I swallowed my bite, wiping my mouth with a linen napkin and grinning. “What’s got you so frizzled, hmm?”Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, not exertion, and her eyes sparkled behind her lightly smudged eyeliner. She waved the document in her hand above her head triumphantly. “You are not going to believe this. Primex Holdings just fil

MarcelineThe air in my office had grown stale from too many closed doors and too much heated talk. Simon Hughes sat across from me, papers in hand and worry etched into every corner of his weathered face. His mouth moved rapidly, spinning concerns into warnings, but I barely heard him.Abigail’s death had been a breakthrough move, an unexpected blessing wrapped in tragedy. With her out of the picture, there was no better time to tighten the noose I was wrapping around Alexander's neck. The public’s attention was already burning hot, and I wasn’t about to let the flame die down. Momentum was everything in this game. Lose it, and you lose the war.Still, Simon wouldn’t stop wringing his hands over morale, over optics, over Conrad’s silence.“There are murmurs,” he said cautiously, adjusting his glasses. “Even among our supporters. They’re beginning to question why Conrad hasn’t granted a single interview or made a statement. It’s starting to look like he has something to hide.”I let t