All Chapters of Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement.: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ASTRID Thirty minutes prior… *** It’s almost midnight. I should be sleeping, cozying up to the lulling sound of the rain. Instead, I’m pacing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows like a war general, peering every two seconds at the gloomy, rain soaked streets. After Zeya’s eye opening lecture, I sent my husband a tiny text, hoping to express how much he really means to me. I realized this afternoon that unlike silvan, I do not have a way with words. I love him with every fiber of my being, but putting those feelings into words is one of the hardest things to do. He definitely read my text, but I still haven’t gotten a response. I sink my fingers into my hair, resisting the urge to pull each strand from my scalp. Silvan is a very… verbally romantic person. I cannot shake the feeling that he took one look at my ridiculous text and concluded that I wasn’t worth the effort. Now I’m left wondering if I should send another one. The shrill sound of my phone ringing shatters the

ASTRIDBeneath me, Silvan has gone stock still. His eyes are glassy as he appraises me like I’m some kind of exotic sea creature.His arms tighten around my waist and he pulls me closer, making sure there’s no iota of space between us. My breasts are squished against his chest, my nose is almost pressed to his, our lips are a hair’s breadth away from touching, my heart feels like it’s about to explode… but I wouldn’t trade this for the world. I want to remain in this cocoon forever, just us yearning for each other, loving each other…“Angel…” his voice is gruff. Almost like he’s holding back tears.His palm slips underneath my pyjamas top and an involuntary shiver wracks my frame when he splays it on my naked back. His eyes are two endless, bewitching pools of graphite, making it impossible to look away.“Listen to me very closely. Everything I do for you, I do because I love you wholeheartedly, without condition. I admit that you’re not the best with words, but everyone has their s

ASTRIDThe past two days have been nothing short of a fairytale. I mean, everyday spent with my gentle giant feels like a fairytale. But for the past two days, I was convinced that I’d been transported to heaven on the first class section of a luxurious cruise ship.No, we did not travel to a fancy destination or book a suite in the best hotels. We stayed right here, cozied up and comfortable in my bedroom. After Silvan almost fucked away my last remaining brain cells the first time, I did suggest that we return to the Bloomsbury Tower, seeing that was our official home. But he suggested we stay right here. And it was the best decision ever.I only left my bed to use the facilities, brush my teeth and take baths. Silvan made sure we were properly fed. And by that, I mean he went downstairs, whipped up delicious meals and served us in bed. He loves cooking and refused my offer to help every single time.Since it was technically still part of our honeymoon which was originally supposed

ASTRIDThe past few hours have been a complete disaster.So far, we’ve recorded nothing less than one hundred and fifty-two lawsuits from different restaurants and private individuals combined. We’re being sued for a total amount of fifty billion dollars in damages. The news of the contaminated wine spread like wildfire, and the Machiavelli name is currently being dragged through a very thick layer of mud. The Winery has been insulted, castigated and even canceled by influencers, critics and the entirety of social media at large. But we all came to one conclusion during my brief meeting with the family this morning — Diethylene Glycol is not part of our ingredients. We have been sabotaged. Someone is definitely messing with us. But who?I only allowed myself to panic for the first five minutes. After that, all I felt was anger, and the persistent itch for revenge.Exactly thirty minutes later, it was time for action. My father and our entire family entrusted me with the affairs of

ASTRIDClaire is apparently not worried that she crashed a press conference that was not organized for her.She claims the stage with sassy confidence that has my fingers inching with the urge to fling her into next week. By her hair. “Why, hello, little sis.” She waves at me with an excited smile. “Thank you for having me.”I don’t bother hiding the animosity that threatens to choke me. I fold my arms, angling my head with a look of pure disdain.“First of all, I am not your sister. Second, no one wants you here. Leave.”There’s a long list of people that I suspect of the wine disaster. Claire is among the top ten. She pouts, her brows diving together in a fake sad expression.“Such fierce anger. I heard what happened. Accept my… condolences on the destruction of your company. It’s quite sad that you’d have to start all over again.” She pats my wrist. It’s a one-second touch but it feels like I’ve been doused in flames.“Anyhoo, I know you can do it.”I have no idea what her real