Semua Bab TRADING MY EX FOR HIS STEP BROTHER : Bab 71 - Bab 80

CHAPTER 73: I WANT TO CRIPPLE WALKER HOLDINGS KIMBERLY:Grandma Evelyn set down her glass of wine with a gentle but commanding clink. "Exactly. Barbra, I have warned you before. Leave company matters at the office. This is dinner, not a boardroom."Barbra looked like she wanted to protest but stopped herself. She stabbed at her potatoes instead.Silence fell over the table like a damp cloth.Roland cleared his throat, and turned to his mother. “Mom, let Kim handle it. She's capable.” Damien and I exchanged subtle glances. Why was Roland taking my side against her mother?Kelvin Carter shifted in his seat and gave Damien a look. "Your step mother only wants to contribute. She's never had to work all her life and I think she's starting to get bored"Damien sighed. "She can contribute. But barging in and demanding answers mid-dinner is not the way. If she wants to be part of something, she can submit her ideas through the right channels. We run a corporation, not a family hobby club."

CHAPTER 75: CUTE PICTURESKIMBERLY:I leaned into Nana Evelyn’s side, and my head rested on her shoulder. Being with her made me feel peaceful. We were both curled up on the couch in her sitting room, watching an old family soap opera on TV. The kind with cheesy dialogue and dramatic music that she loved so much. She laughed softly at a scene where the matriarch smacked her ungrateful son with a walking stick, and I found myself laughing too—partly at the scene, partly at her.“You know,” Nana said, patting my hand, “this show reminds me of my own mother. She didn’t smack people with sticks, but her tongue could cut through steel.”I giggled. “Now I know where you got yours.”She gave me a mock glare. “Watch it, child. I may be old, but I still have enough strength to chase you around this house.”I was about to make another teasing comment when I heard the front door open and close.“Sounds like Damien’s back,” Nana said, reaching for the remote to turn down the volume.A moment lat

CHAPTER 77: A WEEKEND IN CALIFORNIAKIMBERLY:Dinner over, Damien and I headed over to Grandma's room. “Sit,” she pointed to the couch opposite her. Damien and I sat beside each other, still holding hands.Nana cleared her throat. “I have to go straight to the point. Kim, you're my granddaughter and I want the best for you. I made you a promise the very week you married into this family. Do you remember?”I nodded. “Yes, Nana.”“You will make me the happiest woman by giving me my first great grandchild. So if you're having issues conceiving, I will help find a solution to it.”Damien and I exchanged glances. “Nana, I'm not having any issues. We aren't ready yet. We haven't even started trying.”She furrowed her brows. “What do you mean, you haven't even started trying?”Damien spoke up. “She meant I haven't even touched her ““What?” Grandma Evelyn rose to her feet.“Calm down, Nana. We're still young. Kim is only twenty one while I'm just twenty seven. We have time ahead of us.”“

CHAPTER 79: DO YOU MISS ROLAND?DAMIEN:The guy standing next to Kim was tall, chiseled jaw, and too confident for my liking. He was standing way too close to her. He tried to place a hand on Kim's waist, but Kim nudged his hand away, clearly uncomfortable.I walked up behind her, slid my arm around her middle and pulled her back against me possessively.“Is there a problem here?” I asked coolly, my eyes locking with the guy’s.“Is he your boyfriend?” he asked as he gazed at Kim.“He's my husband,” Kim responded confidently.He raised his hands and stepped back. “Didn’t know she was taken, bro. My bad.”“Now you do.”The guy disappeared fast, and Kim turned in my arms with an amused expression.“Was that jealousy I just witnessed?” she teased.“Not jealousy. Just healthy boundary enforcement,” I said, tightening my grip slightly.She smirked. “You sure? Because the way you stormed over here…”I didn’t respond. I just leaned in and kissed her, long and slow, right there on the dance fl

CHAPTER 81: SPOILED AND STILL MINE KIMBERLY:We sat by the pool, chatting and getting to know each other even better until it was time for lunch. The maids had taken care of that.We had a light meal and even though I wasn't satisfied, I didn't want to complain.After lunch, I washed up and got dressed. Damien was taking me shopping.I adjusted the strap of my sundress as I slid into the sleek leather passenger seat of Damien’s Bentley. California’s sun bathed everything in a golden glow, and the man beside me made it impossible not to smile. He looked ridiculously handsome, even in something as simple as a white shirt rolled at the sleeves and beige chinos. He had his sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, one hand on the wheel, and the other casually resting over the gear like he owned the entire world.And maybe he did. At least, my world.“I made a reservation,” he said as he turned out of the estate’s private gates. “Place has a great view. Seafood. Thought you’d love th