Divorced By My Ex, Accepted By His Step-Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

AUTHOR’S POVThe world was on fire, and the Conrad had been slammed with the greatest shock wave they had ever experienced.Noah Beck had once again proven his supremacy.In all this heat and flame, Anastasia wasn’t bothered by their acts. All that bothered her was the fact that Roman had walked into her office building, asking to take Maya on a date.Roman; the man whom she sends money to. The same man who makes her feel touched and seen.He wanted Maya! Maya?“Roland, can you stop calling! I am busy,” she hissed, slamming the phone on the table.This was the third time he was calling in just twenty minutes. Whatever it was, it had to wait.She reached Roman’s penthouse in no time, the same house she had used her money to secure.Every time the image of Maya trapped in his arms crossed her mind, her fist clenched around the steering wheel. He found Maya, where did that leave her?It wasn’t hard to navigate her way into his penthouse, in months she had walked through these familiar ha

NOAH’S POVSomewhere between the dough making and tasting, we had forgotten bout the main reason why we were in the kitchen and were covered head to toe in flour.Sasha hadn’t stopped laughing, her tiny snorts making her sound like a cute little baby as he shrieked, trying to dodge my attack.“Noah!” she squeaked, hiding behind the shelf, flour in hand ready to attack.She wasn’t playing fair. She unarmed me with those tiny cute doe eyes, and when she knew that I was weak enough, she would attack. I didn’t mind it, not when I would use those few minutes to wrap my hand around her and steal kisses on her neck.“Come on, just step out, and I promise I will do you no harm,” I said.“No!” she yelled.“Then I guess I will huff and puff until I blow your straws down,” I teased.She threw her head back, letting out the biggest laugh I had ever imagined: " Did you just quote three little pigs?”I shrugged, “What? The story is one of the greatest that I have read as a child. I mean, it made me

SASHA’S POVThe drive home was quiet, as much as he tried to ask questions about my day, I couldn’t help but feel like something was about to go wrong.“You are quiet,” he muttered, his fingers playing with the back of my hand.The soothing motion did nothing to calm the turmoil that raged deep within me, “Just thinking,”He smiled, “Thinking about what?”I stared down at my feet, how was I going to tell him that I was consumed with the premonition that doom was just behind the curtain?I shook my head, I couldn’t dwell on what I hadn’t seen, Noah had made dinner for us, and I needed to dwell in the moment.A slight frown formed on my face, “I thought we were going for dinner,”I didn’t oppose a quiet night at home, but the thought of food had excited my stomach far beyond how I would like for it to be tamed.“Yes we will, I just have to grab something real quick,” he said in a sly tone.There was something about the way he smiled as if he was almost bursting through his seams trying

SASHA’S POV The day was finally here. The sky looked gloomy, like it understood the pressure weighing down on me. The building buzzed with its usual activities, the same routine we have been through for days. But in my ears, everything felt amplified; from the clacking of heels, to the rack rolling, thunderous chatter that filled the air as models tried to hide their fears. This night meant everything. Tonight was the night that would determine their future. Just like movie actors, they were movies that ended careers. And that also meant that if I failed to bring my A game, everything could crumble. House of Sab, was coming out of hiding. I had only one option, make it the most memorable night that has ever been experienced. “Mrs. Beck, the model she is pregnant. Her dress can’t fit,” My fingers trembled, eyes wide as I heard the latest update. My grandfather had always said, if things don’t go south before they become good then the success wouldn’t have a great story.

SASHA’S POVThe image staring back at me looked nothing like the woman whom I was trying to portray. Sasha Beck is meant to be strong, commanding confident. But something felt off, like I was a fraud, trying to be who I wasn’t.A name that I wasn’t.Noah, that was it, the unspoken foundation that made me stand strong through everything tossed at me. But he wasn’t here. He was far across the globe.Emma rushed in, dressed in the attire she had been adorned in, she looked like a true model, and no one would know that some hours ago we had been panicking running around like headless chickens.“I have confirmation that the Conrads, they have arrived,” she said, her eyes gleaming with glee.“Good,” I mumbled, straightening the non-existent wrinkle for the umpteenth time. “That is good,”I was excited for what I had planned but somehow it was subdued.“Is everything alright? Do we have something that we are meant to fix?” she said, sensing the monotone in my voice.I shook my head, “No, jus