All Chapters of Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Chapter 161 - Chapter 166

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 There's a smirk on her face as her brown boots clang on the marbled floor. "Hello, boyfriend." She drags the last word sarcastically, lowering herself into the leather seat opposite mine. She drags her leg over the other ensuring I have a good look of her thighs through the short, flay leopard print skirt she's putting on. It's not giving the effect she's hoping it would, unfortunately she doesn't know this. Yet. "What're you doing here?" I ask, pouring the rest of the whiskey bottle down my throat. "You're not happy to see me? Awww." Then she cackles with annoying laughter. Anyway, I came to offer my condolences to your stepmother. I saw the news." I nod absentmindedly. "Thank you. Is that it?" She shrugs, "What were you expecting?" I don't know, that's the truth. A part of me wanted her to walk in here with bags around her eyes and some tears glistening in them, asking me to forgive her for almost ruining my business and begging not to be stripped of her positio