All Chapters of DIVORCED, BUT SPOILED BY MY FIVE BROTHERS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111 Janet's Point of View My mind was still pounding, the same heavy rhythm going round and round, when Dickson walked into the room. His face was tight with something close to exhaustion. "How bad is the damage," he asked, looking straight at Jasper. Jasper rubbed a hand over his face before he answered. "Bad," he said. "Peter is losing shares in three of his companies right now. His stock dropped again this morning. It is bleeding, Dickson. And it is starting to touch the rest of us too." My stomach turned over slowly, like something cold sliding down inside of me. Dickson set his phone down on the table. "I tracked where the story started," he said. "There is a Brazilian magazine running the campaign. It is not just one article. They have pushed it across every one of their social pages. They even built a hashtag for it." He looked up, his jaw tight. "It is sitting at number one across every platform right now." I felt my chest cave in on itself. "This is my fault,"

Chapter 113 Rowan's Point of View The board meeting ran for exactly one hour and thirty-two minutes. I knew because I had checked my watch twice in the final twenty minutes, not because I was bored but because something else had been sitting at the back of my mind the entire time, quiet and insistent, refusing to be ignored no matter how many quarterly projections were placed in front of me. I walked out of the meeting room and Alex appeared at my side almost immediately, falling into step beside me the way he always did, his tablet already open and his mouth already moving. "How did it go, sir?" he asked. "The Meridian group seemed receptive based on the numbers I reviewed this morning. Also, I managed to pull together a brief on the restructuring proposal if you want to review before—" "What else?" I said. He glanced at his screen. "You have a lunch scheduled with the Hartwell investor group at one. They confirmed this morning. It should be a straightforward meeting, mostly rel

Chapter 115 Janet's Point of View The past week had been the kind of week that leaves marks on you even after it is over. Not the visible kind. The kind that sits just beneath the surface, in the tightness that stays in your shoulders even when nothing is currently wrong, in the way you startle slightly at small sounds, in the way your mind keeps replaying things at odd moments when you are supposed to be thinking about something else entirely. Peter's drink being spiked. The rumors spreading like something on fire across every platform. The videos. The damage to names and numbers that people I loved had spent years building carefully. All of it had lived inside this past week and I had carried every piece of it. But Liz's apology videos had gone viral in the way that public accountability sometimes does when it is specific enough to be convincing. Jasper and Williams had worked quietly and efficiently behind the scenes, pulling threads and making calls and doing the kind of caref

Chapter 117 Rowan's Point of View Alex was waiting for me at the entrance of the building when I arrived the following morning. That was never a good sign. He fell into step beside me before I had fully walked through the doors, his tablet already open, his expression carrying the particular tightness he wore when the news was something he would rather not be the one delivering. "Talk," I said. "The affiliate company," he said. "Meridian Holdings. The scandal surrounding the CEO story has created a direct impact on their quarterly position. Three of their key partners have paused active agreements pending a clearer picture of the market climate. Their numbers from overnight are not good." He turned the tablet toward me briefly as we walked. "It is affecting our shared interests in two of the joint ventures." I looked at the figures without breaking stride. "Schedule a call with their board for Thursday," I said. "We will manage it." Alex nodded and made a note. "There is also t

Chapter 119 Janet's Point of View I do not remember the drive clearly. That is the honest truth of it. I know I left the office. I know I took the elevator down and walked through the lobby and got into my car and drove toward the hospital because that is what my body did while my mind was somewhere else entirely, circling the same few words Dr. Jessica had said on the phone over and over without being able to find a place to set them down. "It's about your mother. Come in person." Those two sentences had rearranged everything. The box from Rowan, Alex's face, the whole weight of the past week, all of it had simply fallen away the moment I heard her voice carrying that particular careful tone that doctors use when they are preparing you for something before you arrive. I pressed the accelerator and kept my eyes on the road and told myself to breathe normally and failed at it in a way I hoped nobody could see. When I got to the hospital I was moving too fast through the corridor,