บททั้งหมดของ TRADING MY EX FOR HIS STEP BROTHER : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

CHAPTER 53: THE HEAD OF ANALYTICSDAMIEN:Kim and I came to the office together as we have been doing these past couple of days. The morning sun filtered through the tinted windows of my office, casting a warm glow on the glass table as I reviewed the presentation notes. Today was a special day for me. Kim was finally going to be introduced as the Head of Analytics in Carter Corporation. I walked to her office and stared at her. She was seated at her desk, eyes focused on her screen, completely unaware of how captivating she looked in that soft lavender blouse tucked into a sleek black pencil skirt. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, elegant and understated, just like her."You ready?" I asked, stepping closer to her desk.She looked up, a little surprised. "For what?"I smirked. "Your official coronation. You start today as Head of Analytics, remember?"Her eyes widened. "You're actually serious about this?""Dead serious," I said, slipping a hand into hers and squeezing gen

CHAPTER 55: KIM'S BRILLIANT IDEA DAMIEN:I read the email, sighed and continued working. It was nearly 6:15 PM when a gentle knock landed on my office door. I looked up from my laptop, still brooding over the email sitting open on my screen. The subject line alone had been enough to piss me off: "Support Barbra's Initiative – From Your Father, Kelvin Carter."The door creaked open slightly, and Kim's head poked in."Hey," she said, smiling softly. "Mind if I come in?"I forced a half-smile. "Of course not. You don’t need permission to come into my office."She stepped in, closing the door behind her. She had changed out of her blazer, leaving her in a sleek cream blouse tucked into black pencil skirt. She wore minimal makeup which had almost faded away. Her hair was up in a soft bun but she still managed to look like she owned the damn company."You don’t look happy," she said, taking the seat across from my desk.I leaned back in my chair and sighed, raking a hand through my hair."

CHAPTER 57: JUST DON'T STOPKIMBERLY:I wasn’t sure how my hands moved but before I knew it, my fingers were combing through Damien's hair as he deepened the kiss.I moved my body closer to his and the world behind us fell silent, as though it understood we needed space to breathe. There was no interruptions as his eyes met mine, intense yet soft, flickering with unspoken words and untamed emotion.I didn’t speak. There was no need to say anything. And maybe that was the strange beauty of being with Damien. Sometimes, silence felt more intimate than any whispered confession.He pulled me closer as if he wanted to absorb my body into his.“Kim…” His voice was low, husky, and definitely seductive.“Yes?” I breathed, barely able to form words.His hand reached up and brushed a stray curl behind my ear. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”I tried to smile, but something about his gaze made my chest tighten. “I could ask you the same thing.”He chuckled softly, that deep, velvet soun

CHAPTER 59: SOMETHING IS BREWING KIMBERLY:When we arrived at the hospital, we were told that my Mum had been discharged early this morning."Discharged?" I asked the nurse again, trying to make sense of her words. I mean, my father was at the Carter's last night and didn't say anything about Mum being discharged the next day. As a matter of fact, he came to confront me about not coming to check on Mum for two days. And I had promised to come check on her this morning.The nurse nodded politely. "Yes, Mrs. Carter. Your mother was discharged first thing this morning. Mr. Walker came for her."I blinked. "Mr. Walker?" That's definitely my Dad."Yes. He signed all the documents and took her home."Damien was quiet beside me, but I could feel his hand tighten around mine. He was as puzzled as I was."Okay," I murmured, offering a small, confused smile. "Thanks for the update."She nodded and turned her attention to the next person standing close by.We walked back to the car in silence.

CHAPTER 61: WE'RE BEING FOLLOWED KIMBERLY: I had this gnawing feeling creeping up my spine. It wasn’t anything obvious at first—just a shadow in the corner of my eye, a slight tension in the air."Damien," I said slowly, clutching my bag on my lap. "I think we’re being followed."He didn’t even blink. His fingers were relaxed on the wheel, his jaw set like granite. "I know."I turned sharply in my seat to look at him. "You know? You’re just… driving like it’s nothing?"He glanced at me with that frustratingly calm expression. "Panicking makes people sloppy. Besides, whoever it is will get what’s coming to them."I sucked in a shaky breath and turned in my seat, trying to discreetly peek through the back window. Sure enough, the same silver sedan had been behind us since we left the lawyer’s office. Every turn we made, every stoplight, they were there."What do they want? Do you think it has something to do with Tess?" I asked, my voice low.Damien didn’t answer right away. Instead,