All Chapters of Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Vera fought at first, her fists weakly pushing against his chest, but she had no strength left. The fight drained from her as quickly as her tears soaked into his shirt.Her voice was muffled, broken against him. “Why him, Asher? Why him? He didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve this!”Asher shut his eyes, tightening his hold as though he could shield her from the world itself. “I know,” he whispered, though he didn’t. Not really. Nothing he could say would mend the fracture inside her. But it was all he had. “I know, Vera.”Her sobs slowed only enough to let her breathe, shallow and ragged, her body shivering in his arms. And though Asher’s chest burned with anger, at Sarah, at the faceless enemies, at his mother, he forced himself to be still, to give her the one thing no one else could in this moment.A place to collapse.Vera let herself fall apart in his arms. And Asher realized how terrifying it was to love someone who could break this completely...........................-Th

Damien’s brow furrowed. “Her?”“Sarah,” Asher said, his tone clipped, leaving no room for question. His jaw flexed as his gaze narrowed on the city skyline beyond. “Bring her to me. Quietly. No mistakes.”Damien hesitated. “You’re sure she’ll talk?”Asher’s lips curved into something that wasn’t a smile. A slow, dangerous curl that promised blood. “Oh, she’ll talk. She’s my mom's shadow, her little errand girl. And everyone talks, Damien. Everyone.”Damien studied him for a beat, then inclined his head. “I’ll have her in your hands before sunrise.”“Not here.” Asher’s voice cut sharper, colder. “Take her to the space.”For a moment, Damien’s eyes flickered. He knew exactly what Asher meant. The private sanctum no one but his most trusted men had ever seen.A place off grid, buried in the heart of the Donovan estate’s older foundations.A place where whispers of disobedience, betrayal, or sabotage were smothered in shadows and screams.It wasn’t a rumor. It was Asher Donovan’s insuranc

The service pressed on, the hymns carrying their sorrow into the rafters, but to Vera, the world blurred. All she could hear was the echo of Dorian’s mother’s voice: “My son was supposed to outlive me.”The funeral procession moved from the chapel to the graveside, a gray sky hanging low, as though even the heavens mourned Dorian Fontaine. The polished casket gleamed beneath the dull light, draped in white lilies and roses.Vera’s steps were heavy, her arm looped tightly around Eira, who clung to her dress. Mrs. Fontaine walked beside her, pale and trembling but with dignity intact, her gloved hand gripping a handkerchief soaked through.When the coffin was lowered, Vera’s chest constricted. The sound of the ropes creaking, the dull thud as the wood came to rest against the earth, it was unbearable. She could hardly breathe. Eira whimpered, hiding her face against her mother’s neck.Vera stepped forward when the priest invited family to give their final farewell. Her fingers curled ar

Asher’s mind churned, cold calculation unraveling through the disbelief trying to claw its way in.There weren’t many who fit that description, family, with the power, the influence, the audacity to orchestrate such a thing.And then the answer hit him like a blade straight through the chest.“…Evelyn.” The name left his lips in a whisper, but it carried the venom of a curse. His own mother.Damien didn’t confirm with words, but his silence was confirmation enough.Asher stepped back, his chest heaving as though the walls themselves had closed in on him. His mother, his blood, had gone against him, against Vera, against Eira. She had conspired with Sarah to erase them. And Dorian… Dorian had paid the price of her ambition.For the first time in years, Asher’s composure fractured. His hands clenched into fists, shaking with the force of the storm inside him. Rage, betrayal, grief, it all collided until his voice came out low and guttural.“She set this in motion. She killed him. She ne

Vera’s chest tightened painfully.Asher stepped closer, lowering his voice, though his body vibrated with restrained rage. “I’m going to break Sarah. Force her to confess everything. And when she does… Evelyn will have nowhere left to hide.”Vera studied him, her throat tight. This wasn’t the man who had just sworn to protect her in front of Dorian’s mother. This was Asher, the Donovan heir, preparing to go to war with his own blood.“And when she does confess?” she asked carefully.His eyes hardened. “Then my mother will finally answer for what she’s done.”The weight of those words lingered between them.Vera reached for his hand, but Asher’s fingers, though they curled around hers, felt cold, like he was already bracing himself for the kind of betrayal no son should have to face...........................The underground room Damien had secured for Sarah was quiet except for the faint hum of the fluorescent light overhead.No gilded walls, no designer dresses, no entourage of lawy