Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

When Pink Girls Code announced its fundraising event in the South, I volunteered to handle the coordination. Royal agreed and offered me two complimentary tickets in exchange for my help. Cassian had promised to spend the entire weekend with me. But the night before the event, I uncovered he had also made plans for his Ms. Lane. While Cassian took his evening shower, I lay in the master bedroom, telling him I missed him and wanted to fall asleep in his arms. My agenda was simple, hidden beneath that pretext. It was the only way I could be near his phone without raising suspicion. His phone lay within reach. I picked it up, unlocked it, and went straight to one particular contact—Ms. Lane. Ms. Lane: ‘Boss, is there a chance you could join Liam and me at the event tomorrow?’ Cassian: ‘Sorry, Ms. Lane. It’s a good thing Jill has an extra ticket to the event she’s attending. It’ll be fun for you and Liam—plus, it’s a nice chance for him to bond with his cousins.’ Of course, Jill’s

“Are you two okay?” I approached Cassian and Jill, noting the tension radiating between them. The two exchanged a quick, uneasy look. Jill’s discomfort was obvious—Cassian’s even more so. “Are you two fighting?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light but curious. Jill gave her brother a sharp look, then turned on her heel and walked off, clearly annoyed. She brushed past me without saying a word and left the garden. I turned to Cassian. “What did you say to her?” “Nothing that wasn’t true.” His jaw was set, but I caught the flicker of regret in his eyes. But I knew better. Her pride was wounded after Cassian discussed what had happened between Jill and her husband. Trying to shift the conversation, he asked, “Anyway… did you just get here?” “Yeah. I was looking for you both. I noticed only Ms. Lane was left at your table.” Guilt flickered across Cassian’s face, but it was quickly replaced by something that looked a lot like relief. When we returned to the pavilion, I could fee

Ivan didn’t say where we were going, so I was surprised when the car stopped at the port, right in front of a massive yacht, lit up with hundreds of lights. It looked like something straight out of a dream, just sitting there, waiting. “You rented a yacht?” I asked, still staring at the impressive vessel. “Not quite,” he said with a grin. “I bought the experience. Thought it might be a nice way to get to know you better again without any distractions.” “Wow. Mr. Voltaire is showing off,” I teased. He chuckled and gently tapped the tip of my nose. “Well, it has been years since we last saw each other properly. I figured I owed you something a bit more memorable. I know things have been rough for you lately, and I’ve noticed you’re finally choosing yourself. I admire that.” His words caught me off guard. I didn’t think he’d actually get it—what I’d been dealing with lately. But somehow, he did. And just like that, this warm feeling crept into my chest, like I was finally being seen

Amara Under normal circumstances, Cassian could have easily secured funding from his business associates and partners. However, the scandal had changed everything. The same people who used to enjoy being around him were now keeping their distance, not wanting to mess up their own reputations by being linked to him. Fifteen hours after my last exchange with Dakota, Cassian called. I stared at my phone, already suspecting why he was reaching out. “Hello?” I answered. “Love…” His voice wavered, low and uneasy. “What’s wrong? You sound upset.” A long pause stretched between us before he spoke again. “I… I was wondering if I could borrow some money,” he hesitated. “Could you help me out?” There was shame in his voice. In all our years together, Cassian had never asked me for financial help. He’d always been the provider, the one with resources to spare. “Of course, love,” I said lightly. “You don’t even have to pay me back. I’ll send you a hundred dollars through your money app.”

Amara It was surprisingly easy to create decoys, give Cassian a headache, and still enjoy my day while deepening my bond with my new fiancé, Ivan. Of course, none of it would have been possible without Ivan’s help. Since I was the one who prepared the money, it was simple enough to produce six identical bags. Three contained five million, while the others held nothing but stacks of worthless paper. I already had a strong feeling Cassian wouldn’t rest easy. He’d dig, investigate, try to uncover who was really behind the blackmailer. But despite all this preparation, I wasn’t about to let the situation slide. I no longer wanted to see the man who had once claimed he was deeply in love with me. Two years of deception were enough—I never wanted to see him again. I was in Ivan’s apartment when my phone buzzed on the counter. The screen flashed with Jill’s name. I had blocked Cassian’s number along with everyone in his family and circle of friends; the only exception was her. Even