Semua Bab Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Neriah’s POVA battered heart and wobbly feet was all I had left when I got to my car. My knuckles blanched as I grabbed the steering wheel firmly and screamed my heavy heart out. I felt like I was living through a nightmare and the worst part was; I had no one to run to. I'd been so engrossed in supporting my husband's company that I'd neglected my social life.Kicking the car engine to life, I quickly drove away from the hospital parking lot. Tears blurred my vision as I sang along to ‘The Night we met’ that blasted through the car radio. My head throbbed with pain as the memories came flooding back. The way Liam had held my hands— after I had my first miscarriage— and assured me that he'd stay by my side no matter what. The man who swore forever with me. The man who'd looked at me with so much love gleaming in his orbs.But he slept with my sister and they had a baby!“I changed my whole life for you," I whispered. My voice barely made a sound, hoarse from hours of crying. "I gave

Neriah's POVI couldn’t move.My body was still here, barely, but something inside me had gone completely still. Numb. Stuck between disbelief and the kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come with tears.He said I was dead.Liam. My husband. My partner. The man I held when his company was collapsing, when the board wanted him gone, when he couldn’t look his father in the eye. The man I stayed up with every night, researching investors, rebranding proposals, cutting off friends, trading my freedom so he wouldn’t drown.I was the one who’d skipped sleep, who handed him my time, my youth, my peace like it meant nothing, just so he could have a future.And now, he stood on national television and said I was dead. I turned my face away from the blank screen. My eyes burned, but no tears came. My hands trembled from gripping the sheets too tight. I reached for the drawer beside me, praying like a fool that my phone was still there. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I opened

Neriah's POVThe name slipped out before I could stop it. My voice barely sounded like mine.He turned his head just slightly — not too fast, not too slow — and gave me that same infuriatingly cocky smile I hadn’t seen in six years. “Long time, sweetheart,” his lips tilted up and he winked at me. His eyes were perfectly calm, with a dangerous confidence gleaming in his orbs.His arm stayed raised, steady, aimed directly at the assassin’s skull. I didn’t know what was more terrifying — the gun or the man holding it.The assassin’s jaw twitched. “Please, don't… don't shoot,” he stuttered. Then slowly, he lowered his weapon and raised both hands in surrender.Denver stepped forward and, with one swift kick, he sent the assassin’s gun skidding under the bed, without ever breaking eye contact with me.With a lazy smile perching on his lips, he turned to the assassin and asked. “So, what’s it gonna be, huh? Three million dollars or your funeral?”He said it like he was asking someone to pi

NERIAH'S POV 6 years ago… That was the first time I’d ever seen him in person.Denver Chadwick — the dirty family secret, Liam’s half-brother from his father’s affair. The man whose name wasn’t even allowed to be said out loud in the Chadwick estate. Rumor was, he was a ticking bomb wrapped in leather jackets and felony energy.And yet… there he was. In Liam’s office. Sitting in his damn chair with legs propped up like he owned the building.“You’re in the wrong office,” I said flatly, stepping in with the file I’d come to drop.He didn’t even look up. “Nah, I’m exactly where I need to be.”I felt my jaw tighten. “That chair doesn’t belong to you.”“And yet my ass fits perfectly in it.” He finally looked up. He had sharp blue eyes, and a devilish grin plastered across his face. This man reeked of arrogance. Like danger in human form.“I’m not here to play games, Denver.”He stood slowly, every movement lazy and deliberate like a panther deciding whether or not to pounce. “Neither am

Denver's POVThe woman's a fucking baby. I knew I'd have to deal with helping her face the brutal reality of the world Liam and her sister have forced her into but I didn't prepare to deal with her endless whining and mood swings. Women. Asking her to sign herself as my wife on paper wasn't an initial part of the agreement but when I go at Liam, I like to take everything. After all the motherfucker took everything I had, including my identity. If I wasn't the Denver Chadwick, he'd have taken my life too. Rotten piece-of-shit. We never did well as brothers. He was the legitimate son so that automatically meant daddy's favorite boy too. He was the one who got the all-expense paid vacations and super cool toys while I was hidden away for being the mistake two adults made in pleasure. Who knows? If my mama had been a little more fierce, perhaps I'd have had a secure place in our father's empire. All she ever did was cower under dad's authority like he was some demi-god. She'd been