Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

ASTRIDMarilyn is still speaking when Silvan grabs my neck and guides my mouth to his. I surrender, letting out a tiny whimper as his tongue slides past my lips. My fingers slip into his hair and I massage his scalp, pulling him tighter against my chest. His lips taste like sin and victory, the most delicious combination. Almost a minute later, he leans back and rests his head against mine, rubbing his thumb across my arm.“Isn’t it too early to be celebrating?” I whisper, trying to catch my breath. His lips curl in a smirk that turns my insides to mush. Have I mentioned that my husband is drop dead gorgeous?“Our celebration has only just begun, Angel. There’s more where that came from. And you’re getting it tonight.”He winks at me and a fiery blush creeps up my neck. I open my mouth to speak but just then, the shrill sound of my ringtone pierces the air. It’s Aunt Elena.“Aunt?”“So,” she says without preamble, “did you like your early birthday present?”I pause for a moment, t

ASTRIDHe finally looks up and the utter horror in his eyes is enough indication that this man has been through a lot. He’s traumatized.“Ninety percent of the TimeWatchers were recruited from the streets at a very young age, deceived and brain washed. Most of us were simply searching for a better life, a means to save our families from poverty. We were vulnerable, and they took advantage of us. I was seventeen when I was approached by these men. My family was poor. We barely managed to feed once a day. They promised to give me a factory job. They promised that I’d earn a hundred dollars per day if I took the job seriously.Unfortunately, I was desperate. So I fell for it. They took me and a couple of other guys to some sort of boarding house far, far away from the city. It looked like a military camp. They were armed security guards patrolling the perimeters and shit. We were abandoned in one of the rooms for two days without food or water. Anyone who said they wanted to leave was

CLAIREI take a step forward, my voice trembling with rage right along with my fingers.“Do you have any idea what’s been happening with the finances of this household for the past six months? Are you aware that our businesses are crumbling? That we’re fucking going bankrupt?!”He opens his mouth to speak but I beat him to it.“Of course you’re not. Because all you’ve managed to contribute to this household since you were fucking born is nothing!You’re nothing but a useless, worthless, pathetic parasite that feeds off the sweat and hard work of everyone else in this house and I’m honestly tired of it!”His face mottles with rage, gradually becoming red and blotchy. I don’t give a flying fuck. His overweight ass can explode for all I care. “Be careful how you speak to me, you bitch! I am still the man of the —““Oh, shut your stinking trap!” I snarl. “Shut up, you sorry excuse of a man!Real men are outside every single day working to provide for their families, yet all you do is sit

CLAIRE“Ma’am, Mr. Montclair says he never fixed a meeting with you. You’re not penciled into his schedule for today either. I’m sure this is some sort of misunderstanding.”I am never the type to beg for anything. I wear my dignity as a badge of honour. But this time, I’m desperate. I don’t mind begging if it gets me a minute of Lachlan’s time.His secretary turns to leave and I grab onto the fabric of her shirt, ignoring the disdainful look she sends my way.“Sylvia, this is urgent. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t. I need to speak to your boss, please. It’s a matter of life and death.”Sylvia’s perfectly full lips curl in a sneer as she yanks her shirt from my hold.“And I already told you that it won’t be possible.”“Is he busy or…”“He’s not.” She hisses. “In fact, the boss’ schedule is totally free until six PM. He just doesn’t want to see you. Please leave before I call security.”At the mention of security, I step back and try to compose myself. I have already subjected my good

SILVAN“Sir, have you seen the news?”I turn away from the bay windows to find Michael barging into my office like he was chased by a pack of rabid wolves.“What news?”“Catrina Montessori is dead.”For a moment, I pause, trying to assimilate what I just heard.I wait patiently for the wave of shock to hit me. I’m not surprised when it doesn’t.“Sir, did you hear what I said?”I shrug. “Sure did.”“Then why…?”“I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, Michael. Henry has a talent for pushing his wives to their deaths.”No, he has a talent for killing them. But let’s not spread rumours.I’m not surprised that Catrina is dead. I am only surprised that she lasted this long. Out of all of Henry’s wives, she was alive the longest.I never liked Catrina. In fact, I despised her almost as much as I despised my father. But it’s quite sad that he finally killed her just like he did to the others. Poor thing.“Cause of death?” I ask absentmindedly as I return to my chair.Michael flips thr