All Chapters of Divorced By My Ex, Accepted By His Step-Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SASHA’S POVThe car door closed behind me. I didn’t miss the camera flashes the second they noticed me walk out of the building. They had called the press to witness this moment.I dropped my head to my palm, my mind recalling the stupid things that I had done for Roland all because I thought we were in love.I had lived my life all for him. Let him dim my light just so that he could shine through. I had been his stage, the spotlight and everything that he needed at any moment.But when the tides had turned he had become the wolf, stripping me of the life that I thought I had. I wish that I had known earlier that he was never mine.I had lived with that man for the hope—for the hope of it all, that we would be fine.I was always dispensable and this was his way of proving to me that he could hurt me whenever he wanted.The tears rolled down my cheeks as we drove away from the building, the building that I had spent endless nights, trying to make it to be seen.I thought about contacti

SASHA’S POVEveryone has that situation in their life where they let someone in and they get to know you—let them close enough until they know which buttons to push to hurt you the most.The scars had healed over the years, but the phantom pain became an insignia that I carried all through the years.I regret every minute that I spent staying tied to that man. Roland Conrad was the worst mistake that I have ever made.My fist was clenched by my side as I stared at the screen, watching the woman talk like she had some form of pity for me. Cleaning the fake tears that rolled down her cheeks as she read the script they had given to her.SASHA BECK HAD TERMINATED HER PREGNANCY JUST TO SPITE HER EX-HUSBAND ROLAND CONRAD.The story was all wrong, I had been pregnant with my child, but Roland had pushed me in his fit of anger, watched as I tumbled down the stairs. I had been unconscious for days, leaving him in charge of telling the story in ways that he saw fit.When I had finally regained

SASHA’S POVNina barged into the room, “You have to see this,”Roland sat in front of the camera, tears in his eyes as he talked about the scars that the fake midwife had just opened. He held of picture of us, one that looked doctored, he was crying and I stood with my hands folded as I stared at him with an unimpressed look on my face.“He…”I watched with eyes filled with tears, he had gathered stones, each of which was poised to destroy me.“Why is he doing this?” I whispered.He was turning the story, making the world see me as the villain. Cursing my name, turning me into something that I wasn’t.Noah Beck said nothing, his hand still wrapped around me as he waited for me, a sign to show that I wouldn’t be buried.“We can…”“Pull me out of this please,” I whispered to Noah beck.He smirked, “I have my people on it,” he said, walking out of the room and leaving me with Nina.“Why is he doing this?” she asked, moving closer to where I sat. “How did you go from being exes to this? W

NOAH’S POV“President Beck, what are we going to do?” Matt asked, looking like he could barely contain himself.He was protective of Sasha, acted like she was his responsibility and I admired that about him, “Get me every record from the hospital, we need to get to the bottom of this,” I said in a low tone.I knew Roland, and I was certain that this was some game he was trying to play.“How far have you gone with finding a suitable assistant for Sasha?”Matt wasn’t going to be serving both of us, I needed someone who could be trusted and very efficient at their job.“Just going through the last verification phase, but we will be done,” he said.“Make it quick,” I said, dismissing him.My phone dinged, and I frowned, my eyes staring at the strange number that flashed across my screen.“Hello,” I replied in a cautious tone.“Noah Beck,” the voice called out. I strained my ears, trying to search through my mind to see if I could recognise the voice.“Who is speaking,” I said in a cold to

AUTHOR’S POVBACK AT THE CONRAD HOUSERoland paced around the living room, a glass of bourbon in hand as he stared at the clock, wishing it would move faster and it would already be night.“Roland, isn’t it too early for a drink?” Eleanor, his mother asked, her eyes filled with disdain.Roland was nothing like her husband, after years of living in delusion that he would get better, she has been terribly disappointed each time. No matter how hard she tried to make sure that he was on the right path, Roland always found a way to make himself a nuisance.“I have a lot on my mind, Mum, you just have to let me have this,” he said, pouring more into his glass.At the rate he was going, he would be wasted before the sun went down.“And I believe that you have had enough,” she hissed, ordering the maid to clear out the bar.Roland knew better than to shout, he couldn’t create a fuss, not when he knew that the matriarch was just around the house.Eleanor let out a tired sigh, sometimes she won