All Chapters of REMARRIAGE MY EX-HUSBAND'S BROTHER: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV 3. "Mr. Ronald was acquitted of the charge of involvement in the distribution of dangerous narcotics."Theo curved a lopsided smile and laughed briefly after hearing Sergio's words.With full force, Theo swung the golf club to vent his frustration. They were now in the backyard of Sergio's mansion, playing a game of golf as they usually did."I thought Mr. Ronald would be able to break the law. Who would dare go to him?" asked Theo."I just want you to be careful now that you know who you're dealing with. You should always be on your guard, he's very powerful."Theo nodded his head. "I know, Dad. Besides, I have evidence that could threaten him.""Do you and Yvonne have any other plans?" asked Sergio. "I'm worried something might happen to Yvonne. You know, she has no family to protect her."Theo replied confidently, "I'll try to look after her, Dad. You should also know how crazy Eleanor can get when she has plans."Sergio's curiosity was piqued, and it showed on his face. He ca

POV 3. "Wait, don't attack me!" Dave tightened his grip on the shirt collar of the spy man in front of him. Looking at the man's terrified face, Dave didn't feel sorry at all. His heart was furious remembering how terrified Eleanor was when the news of the article spread. Now, after seeing firsthand the face of the spy man working with Mr. Ronald, Dave didn't want to let go of his hand. "Hey, tell me, if you're innocent, why did you run away?" Dave asked in an intimidating tone. The spy man trembled with a look of anxiety in his eyes. Somehow, just from that look, Dave felt that he had something to hide. "I told you, I'm afraid you'll do something to me. You... you must have thought-" "Stop your nonsense! You must be lying! Now tell me, who are you?" The man was silent, his breathing ragged. His mouth was silent as if something was holding him back from speaking. "Who are you?!" Dave raised his tone as he pushed the man's body against the wall. Dave tried his best to keep th

POV 3. "So, this is the proposal for the development of our construction project, Mr. Dave." Dave accepted the document presented by Theo, one of his company's project managers. The atmosphere in the meeting room was a little tense as Dave examined each page. Dave's serious expression turned into one of satisfaction. A small, bright smile curved his lips, and he looked proudly at all the staff in front of him. "Good work. The progress of this construction project has reached 80%, and the rest of you must work hard until it is truly perfect," Dave said without hesitation. Immediately, all the staff in the meeting room sighed in relief. Some of them even relaxed their tense bodies. Dave realized that they were all secretly afraid and worried about him. His company was undertaking a construction project for a hotel that would serve as a business hub. Not only that, but Dave's company's construction project had already secured funding from renowned investors, including Mr. Jake.

YVONNE'S POV. "Why, Taryn? You're doing this for money." I couldn't answer Dylan's question, the man who had become my husband. But our marriage wasn't a real one. We married under a contractual agreement, and there was no love involved. Of course, I couldn't deny Dylan's question. I did agree to the marriage contract with him for money. Though, in truth, I also love Dylan. Unfortunately, I can't tell him that. He'd only believe me if I agreed to marry him for money. I was truly torn when faced with Dylan's question. There was a urge to say that I loved him. On the other hand, I realized I wasn't worthy of saying such a thing to him. "Why are you asking about that?" I asked, trying to stay calm. Dylan suddenly moved closer to me, causing me to sit up on the bed. I moved back as Dylan crawled toward the bed, then positioned himself to pin my body down. I couldn't resist. As usual. "I need to make sure you don't love me," Dylan said with emphasis. Now, I was lying with Dylan

YVONNE'S POV. It came in the most unexpected way: an ivory envelope slipped under my apartment door. First, I thought it was just one more notice or bill, something so banal. But as I picked it up, my heart fell at the sight of the beautiful handwriting across the front.Vanessa.My hands shook as I opened it to reveal a plain, yet elegant invitation to dinner at an expensive restaurant. No note, no explanation -only a date and time. The motive was clear, however. Vanessa wanted to see me. And knowing Vanessa, it wasn't to exchange pleasantries.I sank onto the couch, the invitation a heavy weight on my lap. The last person I wanted to face right now was the one woman who had wrecked my marriage. Vanessa was the reason Nick had walked away. She was the other woman-the one who had stolen my future. And now she was inviting me to dinner?It was a taunt, Vanessa's way of twisting the knife deeper into my already wounded heart.I thought, for one brief second, about ripping the invitatio