Semua Bab Divorced By My Ex, Accepted By His Step-Brother : Bab 11 - Bab 20

SASHA’S POV Throughout the ride to the mall, Nina was in daze. Despite my explanation for the tenth time, her brain was still foggy, not enough to let my explanation sink in. When I offered to drive, so she won’t get us both killed, she refused, grabbed the car key from me and revved the car’s engine to life. Just a few minutes before reaching the mall, she asked the question I’ve been trying to avoid. I knew she was going to ask. Sooner or later. Nina, as always, has been a straight forward bitch. She says the truth and never tried to sugarcoat it. Maybe this was the reason she never had any friends other than me. “Are you sure about this?” She asked, her eyes fixed on the expressway and her lips paused in a thin line. When I didn’t say a word, she asked again, this time, her voice was a bit louder than usual. Just like a mother hen. “Are you sure, Sasha?” “Yes, I am, Nina.” I assured her, my voice barely above a whisper but radiating with confidence. I was confident

SASHA’S POVSure. Roland has a big mansion, one he built after we got married and after Conrad Group Of Companies began to flourish.As far as I’ve known, Roland mansion is big enough to contain about a hundred people but as the car drove into Noah’s villa, I beg to differ.If Roland’s mansion can contain over a hundred people, then Noah's villa can contain over four hundred people. No exaggeration or whatsoever.“We are home, Mrs. Beck,” one of the bulky men alighted from the driver’s seat and pulled the door open for me, even before I could do it myself.I was marveled at the gigantic and enormous villa. Yes. I know Noah was wealthy. Wealthy enough to make the Conrad family tremble but I never thought he was this super wealthy.As I alighted from the car, I stood frozen to the ground, staring at the gigantic villa almost as big as the one in the White House. That’s if there’s a villa there.“Let’s go in, Mrs. Beck. President Beck is waiting.” The other bulky man snapped me out of m

NOAH’S POVThe silence was thrilling. He needed a minute— a minute to absorb the words and another to react.I had the time. I would wait.Donald stared at me with wide eyes. Blinking rapidly like he was fighting with reality.Just like I had expected, he threw his head back, barking out a loud laugh, the sound reverberating through the words.His laughter was loud but empty. Just a man struggling to understand the downfall his life was taking.“You… you own Wiseland?” he stuttered, struggling to speak as he laughed.“Noah Beck, Roland wasn’t wrong when he said you are the biggest clout chaser in the business world,”I froze. My eyes darkened with untamed rage.Did he just call me a… a fucking clout chaser?I smiled, pulling out my phone from my pocket. He was going to learn the hard way. The truth was bitter, but this truth? It will be fucking gruesome he will beg to live.The line connected immediately.“Mr Donald’s is unfit for the project. Terminate all existing contracts with h

ROLAND’S POVDread.That was all that I felt as I stared at the flat screen, the headline bold and horrifying.“Prime Minister kneels at the feet of Noah Beck,”Anastasia groaned, changing the channel immediately.“The wiseland project kept on hold as prime minister is investigated for fraud and sexual exploitation,”The next channel.“Roland Conrad— the name that led to Prime Minister Donald’s downfall.”Anastasia turned off the television, her fingers trembling as she stared at me, “What are we going to do?”All these had one glaring factor and that was Noah Beck.The door burst open, slamming against the wall so hard that the chandelier rattled like it would fall off the ceiling.“You just had to spite him,” Maya growled, her eyes in untamed rage as she glared at me.“Maya, what are you talking about?” I asked.“You should have fucking stayed quiet, kept everything under wraps until we were good. But no, you had to just rub it in his face…” she spat.“We had the deal. He had signed

ROLAND’S POV“What do you mean that I have to walk the carpet alone,” Anastasia growled.I ignored her, keeping my eyes fixed on the premises. The area was swamped with journalists, with cameras flashing looking for the next headline to trend.“Vultures,” I hissed under my breath.“Anastasia, this isn’t about you right now. It is about the Conrad family. We need to show the world that we aren’t broken by the latest developments,” Maya tried to explain.“I am a Conrad too, doesn’t this ring mean anything?” she asked.I blew a raspberry, my hands grabbing hers as I pulled her closer to my body. I smiled, enjoying the way she melted under my touch.“You are mine. The world knows that, but tonight we…” I grabbed Maya’s hand for emphasis.“Tonight we need to let people see that they would try to break us. But they can’t.” I said.Anastasia sighed, looking at me with defeat in her eyes. I hated that I had to do this, but tonight was meant to be all about us.Tonight the world was meant to s