บททั้งหมดของ Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

NERIAH'S POV "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom is forever..." I'm too sure I know that psalm, I don't know why it's not coming together in my head right now. My mind's beem doing frantic readings of 'Hail Mary's' and the book of psalms since I've been in motion for what seemed like forever. I'd come to consciousness about thirty minutes ago. The entire vehicle is quiet except for the roaring of the engine in my ears and the occasional grunt of a man beside me as we ran into potholes. None of the men who'd picked me up we're speaking so I didn't hear or know anything that could give away where I was. The only thing I know right now is that I'm in the hands of the king of America. If anything happens to me here I wonder who'd attempt looking for me. Eden? Ethan? Myles, Denver? My lips upturn in a frown as the car halts to a stop. The men suddenly begin to converse in what I believe to be Italian. I can hear the sliding door of the SUV ride open

NERIAH'S POV I never expected Denver to charge down here to rescue me like a knight in shining armor. Now he's been shot. "Shit. Shit." He throws the backpack in his hand down, pushing me to crouch on the ground beside him. "Stay down." It's an order. "I can carry the back pack. We have to keep moving." I whisper only to his hearing. It doesn't look like he heard me at all because he transfers the backpack to his other arm and grabs one of my hands. "Let's get moving." I know that mad man called The king of America is somewhere behind us. If we can't find a way to leave this place before he finds us then we're dead meat. Denver's pace has reduced drastically and every minute or so, he groans silently. I don't know what it's like to be shot so I don't understand how he's feeling. I just know he's losing a lot of blood and he must be in serious pain. "Shhh..." Denver stills beside me. I can hear nothing else but the ragged sound of his breathing and the call and response of crick

LAURA'S POV Denver hasn't been taking Liam's calls and now, Montero wants to quit. And not just him, the entire security team. "Mr..uh...Montero. Why would you up and leave your place of work just like that?" Liam's been trying to get him to stay back all morning but Montero's been insistent on leaving. At this point the back and forth is starting to annoy me. "Like I said," he returns his gaze to mine, "I have urgent business back at home.""Most people who say that don't really have business anywhere . They just want to leave. I respect that you don't want to work for me anymore but can I know why?"Montero pulls out his phone almost pressing it against Liam's nose. "I actually do have urgent business. My father's in the ICU." My palms fly up to cover my mouth almost immediately. I've met Montero's father once. He was a compassionate man but terribly fierce in his wake. "And these men, why must they go with you as you leave? You do know that you're compromising the safety of

LAURA'S POV "That woman is crazy, we can't listen to anything she says.""Well look around you Liam!" I pull his arm, willing him to turn around and look me dead in the eye. "Aren't we all crazy? You have a multi-billion dollar firm that relies heavily on you and yet you've left it for the past three days to run after a dead man's last wish...""Laura...." His jaw tightens but I don't stop. I can't. The frustration of the whole thing's bubbling up my chest like molten lava. "That woman sounds crazy but have you even stopped to consider if what she's saying could be right? What if that's why your father suddenly removed you from his will? What if you're truly not his son..."His palm swings to connect with my face but stops mid-air. "How dare you?" My eyes are staring daggers at him now, "I am the only true Chadwick there is. Do you understand me?" He stomps out, leaving me gaping at his receding figure. No matter how angry he is, what that woman in there said is a great possibilit

LAURA'S POV I don't think Liam understands the bullshit he's in right now. Grabbing Junior's suitcase, I toss some of his clothes into it. There's no time to arrange right now, I need to get out of here as soon as possible. Liam's not even a fucking Chadwick! I don't even want to think about what Montero would do to me when he hears this, I just want to get the hell out of here before worse things go wrong. Tears cloud my eyes as my sister comes to mind. I shouldn't ever have tried to steal her life. All this would've been her battle to fight, not mine. She didn't even deserve to die because of this mess."Mama?" Liam Junior runs his eyes sleepily, his face is scrunched up with discomfort. I grab him out of his bed. "What's wrong sweetie?" His hands are clutching his stomach now. "Does your stomach hurt? What's wrong?" He does respond, he just begins a low whine that eventually crescendoes into a full blown wail. Within seconds, his temperature spikes. I can't ignore him any l