Todos los capítulos de Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement.: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

ASTRID“What did you assume?” A deep voice booms behind me.Silvan’s scent wraps around me even before I see him. My shoulders lock and I keep my gaze fixed on the doctor who is currently a trembling mess.The poor man is scared of Silvan. I’d be lying if I said I was surprised.“Uh, sir…”“Whatever he assumed is of no consequence.” I say softly, “right, doctor?”He shoots me a grateful glance.“Yes, sir. She’s right. It’s nothing.”Behind me, the bed dips and sharp, icy tendrils wrap around my heart. Three seconds later, I feel his heat seep into my back. Silvan doesn’t stop there. He keeps pressing closer until his large body is bracketing mine, until my back rests against the muscular slab of his chest. Warmth explodes in my chest and spreads to other parts of my body with a quickness that almost leaves me dizzy. Why is he so close? My mind drifts to a few hours ago, when he cradled me in his arms with incredible softness. The way his eyes burned with worry and his lips moved wi

SILVANAfter giving Astrid a thorough clean and making sure she’s comfy, I slide into my slacks, throw on a sweater vest and head downstairs.She doesn’t stir. Even after I knocked down the soap container in the bathroom, causing a hell lotta noise. I watch her from the door, my lips curling in a bitter sweet smile when buries her face in my pillow and lets out a tiny mewl. She’s exhausted. The thought that I wore her out sends a zing of satisfaction through my bloodstream and a kick of guilt right to my gut both at the same time.Unable to resist, I tiptoe back to the bed and trace feather-light kisses across her cheeks and neck. A tiny, unconscious smile tugs at her lips before she swats me away, her forehead furrowing in a frown. It’s so adorable, I have to physically restrain myself from eating her whole right there. It’s settled. I’m an Astridaholic. I am addicted to her in the most barbaric, obsessive, raunchiest way possible.I would like nothing more than to crawl under tho

SILVANAir escapes my lungs in a silent whoosh, leaving me feeling weightless. The attacks on my family were not just some fools playing pranks or looking to get a ransom. This shit is real. “We do not know who leads this… group of sadistic criminals, but I found out that the police had concealed a piece of evidence that was recovered from the crime scene of Astrid’s patents murder.”She grabs the laptop and scrolls through once again, her bottom lip firmly tucked between her teeth.After five seconds where I nearly lose my ever loving mind, she spins the device towards me.I am currently looking at a…watch. A pocket watch. The gold colour had long since faded to light brown, probably from years of use. A webbed crack spans across the fragile glass.“Is this some sort of family heirloom?”“Alright, smarty pants!” Hayley praises, her smile bright enough to blind me. What she finds so humorous in this precarious situation, I am yet to find out. But hey, it’s Hayley. I came to the co

SILVAN I don’t know why, but I expected him to stutter. I expected suspicious glances and quick denials. But Manuel Machiavelli simply rests both hands on the glass table, his expression calm and serene. “Astrid is my favourite niece.” He says with a level tone, “I take Zoey and Zara as my own grandchildren. What makes you think I do not keep an eye out for their wellbeing?.” He looks sincere enough. But for some reason, I cannot bring myself to believe him. “So you’ve been watching them. Why did you not step in when someone broke into their house.” “Because I knew you would do something before they got hurt.” He murmurs without missing a beat. “And I was absolutely right, wasn’t I?” I hold his steady gaze, trying to make sense of what he just said. What game are you playing, Manuel Machiavelli? “That’s a very confident statement. Astrid doesn’t like me very much. Why would I want to play the hero for someone who doesn’t even want me?” “But you like her, don’t you, boy? In fac

SILVAN“I never said the FBI was responsible for the disappearance of my watch.” Manuel growls, his Adam’s apple bobbing with annoyance.“Then how did it end up on the crime scene?”“I have no bloody idea. I’m telling you the watch was stolen from me.”I lean forward, refusing to give him any breathing space.“If you know nothing, why did you pay to cover up evidence?”A vein nearly pops in his forehead; “Because I knew that if it went out that the watch was found at the crime scene, people would be suspicious of me… just like you are now. And that is exactly what whoever did this hoped to achieve.”“Do not speak in parables, Mr. Machiavelli.”Manuel gets to his feet and paces the length of his office, his arms firmly clasped behind his back, his face pulled in a thoughtful expression.“What is the fastest way to destroy a powerful family, Mr. Rourke?” He turns to me, his brows zipping in a frown. “I’ll tell you what. Enmity.Whoever planted that watch wanted to destroy the Machiavell