บททั้งหมดของ Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

DENVER'S POV "What do you mean she's gone?" Eden's been pacing my hospital room since she walked in. She looked unkempt when she walked in, hair a tangled mess on her head, eyes swollen, and there was an unfamiliar smell on her clothes.My attention got diverted from all of that the moment she told me Neriah's gone. "Heather, talk to me...." "Don't call me Heather!" She snaps, running her hand through her hair. "Only my mom calls me that." "I'm sorry." There's an uncomfortable silence between both of us for a couple of minutes. "What did you mean by Neriah's gone?" I ask again. "She was invited to the police station for an interrogation this morning. She said she was going to come here when she was done so she'd tell us what happened. It's been five hours. Her number isn't going through and Gia doesn't care. I thought to tell you in case...you know ....something's happened to her again."She can't even add

LAURA'S POV By the time we arrive back home with Junior, Liam and I are an emotional mess. My head's banging from sobbing throughout the time in the hospital and on our way back. I held my baby tightly in my arms, rocking him like he's still an infant. He's been asleep since he was discharged so from time to time, I place a hand on his chest to ensure he's still alive. Liam holds out his hand to get Junior from me as we alight from the car. I shake my head stubbornly, holding him tighter than ever to my chest. "Laura, you should get some rest. I'll look after him." I shake my head again. I don't want to say a word so my voice doesn't wake him up. His weight is pressing down on my arm, increasing the ache in my hand an nu extension, my head, but I don't mind. I'll take him all the way to the nursery and sleep beside him if possible. I just want my baby to be fine. "Laura..." Liam blocks my path by the stairway. "Why don't you take the elevator? I can see how much yo

DENVER'S POV This damned cast itches like hell, but the doctor said I can't let myself scratch. Sighing in frustration, I sign the last file in front of me, ignoring the dull ache that crawls up my arm with the refusal to scratch hell out of my arm. The bullet may have torn through muscle, but the damage to my company’s image these past few weeks has cut deeper.There’s a knock at the door. From the raps I can tell it's Kade, the head of security here. “Come in,” It'd be amazing to have someone else distract me from this crazy itch. He walks into the office, does a small bow and stands at alert. “What is it?”“I did what you asked.” His voice drops as it someone else might hear us. “I’ve been keeping tabs on Neriah since the day you came back.”I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking. “And?”His eyes flicker, hinting just a second of hesitation. “There’s been a black SUV circling the building all week. I noticed them trailing her from some blocks after her apartment. No one

NERIAH'S POV Now that I’m alone with my thoughts, I see it all over again. Gia’s hand rising viciously in the air, and Denver stepping between us. His cast made him clumsy but his grip was firm as he caught her wrist mid-swing. His face was a mask of cold fury, and for a second, I couldn't believe it was me he was shieldingI shiver even now at the memory, my fingers drifting up to the necklace clasped around my throat. The metal is cool against my skin. I trace the pendant absently, letting out a sigh I don’t realize I’ve been holding. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly thinking dreamily about Denver of all people? He’s moody, sharp-tongued, and impossibly controlling.He's not the kind of man I'd look to fawn over on a normal day. “Focus,” I whisper to myself, straightening the stack of papers on my desk.I’m supposed to be drafting a proposal for the upcoming contract. Words blur across the page, bullet points refusing to arrange themselves into anything persuasive. My hea

NERIAH'S POV Denver Chadwick's one hell of a character. The paper bags in my hands are starting to weigh down on my arms, my fingers clutch tightly on them, sweat dripping down the sides of my neck. Why the hell does he want me to get two lunch packs, and why did one have to be what a lady liked to have for lunch?He couldn't possibly want to eat with me, could he?Heat flushes up my neck at the thought. He's been acting all nice and protective lately. The scene with Myles at the office was completely inappropriate but I don't know why my lips curled up excitedly or why the urge to rise and throw my arms around his neck suddenly came over me. He's the sweetest, nicest man I've ever met but I'm sure he doesn't know it. Infact, he'd rather puke in public than believe it. The smile on my lips wipe off as I walk into the company. It seems like everyone is staring at me. Sometimes I think I'm starting to get used to it but every single time I walk through those sliding doors, my brava