Semua Bab Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother: Bab 341 - Bab 350

Marceline I stared at the phone in my hand as if it was the one that had betrayed me. My mouth hung open, my lips trembling, horror and devastation crashing through me in a sickening wave as Hugo’s refusal echoed in my ears. For a split second, I couldn’t even breathe. Hugo, the man who had jumped at my voice like a trained dog, had just… said no. A thousand chaotic questions boiled up at once. When did Susanna get out of the hospital? How long has she been with my men? How many of them have already turned? How long have they been planning this behind my back? But the questions died almost as soon as they formed because Liam was still there, just a few feet away. And I had already wasted two of my three chances. My survival instincts rose up violently, shoving Susanna, Conrad, Bonafide, all of it, into the farthest corners of my mind. None of that mattered if I didn’t live through the next few minutes. Schemes were useless when you were bleeding in the dirt with

ConradI nursed the bottle like it was the only thing keeping my hands from doing something worse.The cognac burned bitterly on the way down, but it didn’t come close to touching the fury coiled tight in my chest. My mother had done it again. She had fooled me again, this time by trying to pull me in with words she knew I had been starving for my entire life.I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening around the glass neck of the bottle.I wasn’t just angry at her. That part of my anger was old and familiar; it was even dull in comparison to what I truly felt. What made my blood boil was the realization of how close I had come to abandoning everything my caution just because Mother had said she was proud of me. Because she had sounded… like a mother. A real one. I let out a harsh laugh and took another long pull straight from the bottle.She had said that she was proud of me. I had wanted those words so badly I had almost fumbled my hard earned power.If Susanna hadn’t been there, I

ConradCasillas didn’t even flinch at my outburst. He didn’t raise his voice or even didn’t do anything as crude as mirror my anger. He patiently looked at me like I was a child having a tantrum.“Lower your voice,” he said calmly.I felt my glare harden, my jaw tightening as I fought the instinct to snap back. Every nerve in my body screamed to remind him who I was. Casillas leaned back in his chair, utterly unbothered, and continued as if my fury were nothing more than background noise.“The men of Bonafide are integral to this plan,” he said. “And let’s be clear...I’m not asking you, Conrad. I’m telling you.”I sat up straighter, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “You don’t have the authority to give me orders,” I said coldly. “If this is the nonsense you dragged me here for, I’m leaving.”For a fraction of a second, I thought I saw deadly something flicker in his eyes. Then he chuckled. There was no humor in it.“If you walk away,” Casillas said, crossing his legs with infu

Abigail My arms folded, I watched Liam pack the little he owned into a new suitcase. His movements were slow and unhurried. He folded his clothes with too much care, smoothing out every crease like he was trying to draw out the time he had here, and make it last as long as possible. Still, the navy blue box at his feet was already half full. “Are you sure I shouldn’t come with you?” I asked again. I had asked it so many times it had started to sound like a prayer. “I can take you to the station. It’s not a problem.” He didn’t answer at first. He just kept folding. A shirt. A sweater. Then a pair of jeans. He was leaving for another city. Leaving to finally do what he should have done a long while ago if Conrad, Susanna and Marceline hadn't upended our lives so abruptly—resume his education and start university. His results had been released while he was in rehab, and he'd aced his papers. He should have left some weeks ago but he had refused to go until he confronted Marceline one

Conrad I stayed where I was, frozen like a deer in headlights. Abigail wasn't alone. Another woman came out of the café right behind her, her friend Roxy. The sight of her erased the last fragile hope that this was some trick of my mind. You don’t hallucinate details like that. They stood close, heads tilted toward each other as Roxy said something low. Abigail laughed. God, the sound of it cut right through me. It sounded so soft, so alive. It had been so long since she had laughed like that with me. Her pallor was gone, and now she looked healthy and radiant. Her skin glowed in the early light, her hair fell freely down her back. She looked… happy. And it made my chest ache in a way I didn’t have a name for. I knew I was staring. I knew I probably looked unhinged. But I couldn’t stop. My eyes followed every movement she made, how she brushed her hair behind her ear, how her smile spread across her face like it belonged there. I found myself taking in every detail.