All Chapters of Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

NERIAH'S POV There's a chainsaw driving through my brain. My lids flicker open, forcing my eyes to adjust to the brightness in the room. This place...there are golden chandeliers, twinkling like the stars, a ceiling fan twirling like the wings of angels. My body is bound by soft,  white sheets..these must be clouds. I must be in heaven. But...how did I die?That splitting ache pierces through my head again, bringing back the memory of the evening before. I'd dropped at a bar and then I met with someone, a lady. Who was she?Someone's palm grazes my arm causing me to squeal loudly. Grabbing the sheets over my chest, I turn to look into large, blue eyes. "What the hell?" She looks around her, confusion etched all over her expression. So she too doesn't know where she is or how she got here. "Where am I? You're that girl from the lab, aren't you?" My eyes widen with recognition. Aha! She's that lab

NERIAH'S POV "M...Myles?" His eyes sweep over me, stopping at the dress in my hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in. I thought you'd be up and ready to leave."My lashes blink rapidly as heat flushes up my neck and cheeks. "I.. I'm preparing." He nods and turns around, "And your friend?" "She too. We'll be down soon." Satisfied, he walks away without another word. Shit! "So that's Myles?" My heart skips with fear as her voice crawls up my ears. "What's your problem?" Pushing past her I storm into the bathroom, locking the door after me. I can still hear her annoying chuckle wafting through the air. "I should be asking you what the problem is. The man's pretty." I'm sure she has her mouth pressed against the space in between the door and its hinges. What a pest. "You can have him for yourself then," I call out, grabbing one of the new toothbrushes from a pack, scrubbing my teeth fiercely to get rid of the stench of alcohol from my breath. Why the hell did Myles bring m

DENVER'S POV I can still see her eyes staring blankly at me. The image of her being wrapped in white while being transferred into the back of that ambulance haunts my mind. She had her hands around me barely two minutes before she was killed for fuck's sake. The autopsy showed that she was infused with an overdose of drugs which killed her on the spot. Sara neither a junkie nor was she suicidal. "Do you know of any one who had reason to take her life?" That lady officer asked me. My eyes had gone straight to her ID card to find out her name. "Officer Moon," I looked up into her eyes, "There's a national threat, a dangerous gang of criminals going around hurting the people I love. The last time they murdered someone close to me you said I was a suspect. Now what do you have to say about this?" She didn't have the courage to look me in the eyes anymore. I swing the bottle of whiskey to my throat, sucking the last of its contents hungrily. I don't remember the last ti

NERIAH'S POV "No." Myles' eyes darken as soon as the words proceed from my mouth. "Neriah, why do you keep hurting yourself? Why are you waiting on someone who'll never come for you?" I scoff, laughing at his stupidity. I'm not waiting for Denver, I threw him out of my house, and out of my life because I knew he'd never truly be mine. "You don't know the first thing about me, Myles." "I don't? Well then correct me if I'm wrong but this man rescues you from a near death experience in Atlanta and brings you all the way to Florida to make you help his business. This same man humiliates you before his girlfriend and your coworkers, sends you out of his house, and makes you sign a contract....." "How the hell do you know all of this?" I ask, hissing through my teeth. He smiles, "I do research, Neriah. I'm a businessman, research is all I do. You signed a marriage contract with Den

LAURA'S POV Light whispers of rain graze my skin as I watch Liam pay his last respects to his mother. Whoever the bastard was left a hole in her face, her phone was there in her hand when she died, and the last person she'd spoken to was her beloved son. He's kneeling at her grave weeping softly, cradling his own son in his arms as he whispers his apology over and over again. I wonder what they gained by taking her life. They didn't get the password, they must be really frustrated to be taking lives. Something rustles the bushes behind me and as I turn around, the exact image of Clara's standing right behind me clad in black from head to toe. I scream, slipping and losing my footing but strong hands break my fall. "Easy there, girl." It's Rebecca. I take deep breaths to steady the wild thumping of my heart. What the hell was she doing here? My gaze darts back to Liam and my son. Shit. She couldn't have come here to ambush us at our weakest, could she? And there's no way I can c