All Chapters of TRADING MY EX FOR HIS STEP BROTHER : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CHAPTER 160: UNWANTED MEMORIESKIMBERLY:It was already evening when Damien came out of the bedroom, adjusting his wristwatch and smoothening his hair. I sat on the couch, watching him move around like a man on a mission. “You’re leaving already?” I asked.“Yeah,” he said, checking his reflection in the mirror. “Grandma said I should be in the estate by six. She wants me and Roland to have a separate meeting with her.”I got up and walked toward him. “Then I’m coming with you.”He stopped and turned to me, one brow raised. “No, Kim. It’s supposed to be a meeting between me, Roland, and Grandma Evelyn.”“I’m not going to interfere,” I said quickly. “I just want to use the chance to check on Faith. I haven’t seen her since she lost the pregnancy.”He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “Fine. But make sure you stay away from Barbra. I don't want her picking on you again. It pisses me off a lot.”I gave a small smile. “Don’t worry. I can handle Barbra.”We left together. On the way, we

CHAPTER 162: THE RIDE HOMEKIMBERLY:“Don't forget everything I told you, Damien.”I turned when I heard grandma Evelyn's voice. I hadn't even noticed her presence. Damien took my hand and helped me to my feet. And I followed him to the car.Grandma waved us off as we got into the car, her frail hand resting on her cane. “Drive safe, guys,” she said with that sweet old-lady smile that could melt even a rock. Damien leaned out the window and nodded respectfully.“Yes, Grandma,” he said.I waved too. “We’ll check on you again next week.”She smiled wider. “You better. Or I'm moving in with you.”That made us both laugh a little before Damien started the engine and drove off.The moment we hit the main road, I let out a deep sigh and leaned back. My head felt heavy—like someone was squeezing my brain with both hands. I pressed my palm against my temple and winced.Damien noticed immediately. “You good?”“Yeah,” I muttered. “Just a headache.”“You wanna stop at the pharmacy? Grab some Adv

Chapter164: The Woman in the RainDAMIEN:After making love several times last night, Kim and I were thoroughly spent. And we slept like babies. By the time I woke up this morning, the rays of the sun penetrated the window curtains and rested on our faces. The sound of Kim's soft breathing made me turn to her.For a second, I just laid there, staring at Kim as she slept. Her face looked so calm, and peaceful, her lashes resting against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted. She was curled up next to me like a kitten, holding onto the blanket as if it were a lifeline.I couldn’t help but smile. I brushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed her forehead.She stirred, stretching her arms lazily. Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and that soft smile appeared on her lips.“Good morning,” she whispered, her voice a little husky.“Good morning, sunshine,” I said, my hand still on her hair.She glanced at the wall clock, then blinked at me for a second and then asked, “Yo

CHAPTER 166: THE REINSTATEMENTDAMIEN:After the board meeting was adjourned, I decided to stop by my office to see how the renovation was going. Roy followed behind me as I headed to my office. The faint smell of new paint filled the hallway. When I pushed the door open, the first thing I noticed was how different everything looked.The place had been a wreck two days ago — broken glass, ripped chairs, overturned tables, torn documents— like someone had gone wild in there. But now, it looked almost brand new.The broken glass walls had been replaced with thicker, clearer panels that stretched from floor to ceiling. My old oak desk was gone, replaced by a sleek black marble one with silver lining around the edges. There was a matching executive chair — soft leather, wide armrests — and three visitor chairs that still smelled new.The couch had been replaced too. The old brown one that used to squeak when someone sat down was gone. In its place was a modern L-shaped gray couch with mat

CHAPTER 168: THE SETUPDAMIEN:“Yeah,” I said quietly, after reading James's message. “Pull over.”He glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Sir?”“Just pull over. Now.”He didn’t argue. The car slowed to the side of the road and stopped. Rainwater still ran down the windshield slowly, and the city looked gray and tense — like even the sky knew something wasn’t right.I opened the door and stepped out. The cold air hit my face, and I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the storm inside my head. My two guards got out too, standing close, and alert.“Sir, what’s wrong?” Marcus asked, frowning as he shut off the engine.“Open the glove compartment,” I said.He blinked. “Sir?”“You heard me, Marcus. Open it.”He hesitated for a second, then reached for the handle and pulled it open. Inside was a small brown package wrapped tight with clear tape. My gut twisted.“Bring it out,” I said.Marcus glanced at me, then at the guards, before slowly picking up the package. I ripped off the tape and