All Chapters of Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NERIAH'S POV The nerve of that bastard. The last time I regretted a decision I took, I was fifteen. That was the day after Christmas. My mom had this reunion with her high school girlfriends at Oklahoma but I needed her car to pick Laura up from her boyfriend's. She'd kept calling that day but because I didn't want to leave Laura I kept stalling. If I'd take that car to her when she called the first, second or third time, she'd have missed the truck that bashed her off the road. My dad didn't survive after her death. I lost my both parents because I was trying to play my role as big sister. That numb feeling that took over me after hearing my mom was involved in a crash is the exact same way I feel right now. Even if I had to accept a deal from someone who could help me get back at Liam, it shouldn't have been his half brother. That son-of-a-bitch is all out to tear the rest of my life to irrecoverable shreds. The flight to Florida was more comfortable than I thought. We board

LAURA'S POV The problem with pretending is that you can almost never keep up. Liam's arms are sprawled lazily over my torso, his back heaving up and down gently as soft, purring sounds slips from his lips. I didn't come here to play babysitter to the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company. I came here to take my share of what the world has deprived me of for so long. Easing gently away from him, I slip my feet into the slip-ons at the foot of the bed. My son, Liam junior, is fast asleep in the nursery just opposite our room. Despite him being only a few feet away, I only get to see him a couple of times daily. His nanny, Brenda, is doing a fine job and until I can achieve all of my plans here, it's going to remain that way. As I walk past the nursery, I can hear Brenda's sweet voice singing to him and his cooing sounds in response. How sweet. I saw how he looked at Brenda the other day with loving adoration in his eyes and a pang of jealousy overtook me for a minute. He may love

LAURA'S POV The cops are here. Heck. The cops are everywhere. Liam's arms are wrapped protectively around my shoulders while Brenda is hugging Liam jnr tightly to herself. Whoever that freak had been, he slipped something into the coffee machine because everyone who drank from it fell asleep. Neat. I'd been interrogated three times already and every time, my story was the same. I heard a strange noise, followed it, and met a strange man in my husband's study. He asked me to find him my husband's safe and threatened to murder my son if I didn't. I left out the other aspects of our interaction. "Are you okay, baby?" Concern's etched into Liam's face. My lashes flutter with mock nervousness. He doesn't wait for a response, his arms pull in tighter around me. Of course I'm not okay. This meddlesome motherfucker just ruined my access to Liam's fortune. Now that he's aware someone's after him, he'd most likely change the location of the ledger or double security on it. "Mrs Chadwi

NERIAH'S POVIt takes two to tango. Those were mom's favorite words. I'm glad I listened to them because they finally helped me win against Denver Chadwick last night. For some reason, I looked at the contract he asked me to sign again and that was when I saw it. It wasn't a legal document, it was just typed and printed. Possibly by him...or someone else. Humming slightly, I kick the pumps off my feet and walk over to the mirror to stare at my reflection. This is what power feels like. In no time Denver would be requesting an audience with me because he really needs my services and I'd be setting me own terms then. If he tries to play the contract card, he'd be reminded that he signed my contract too. An eye for an eye. Maybe my relation with the Chadwicks wouldn't end so badly afterall. I could request for my own car and apartment. Somewhere comfortable and close to the company. I'd be paid for my services of course, and if possible, I could be take that godforsaken bitch, Gia

NERIAH'S POV I've always known I shouldn't judge a book by its cover but this book...Gia.... she's totally readable. She seems to me like a spoiled brat who's had the world at her feet forever. She's walking towards me now, and all that's on my mind is how she's managed to hold Denver down for so long.When she knocked at my room door last night, I'd set my defenses up in case she wanted to fight, but surprisingly, she came to ask when we could share a cup of coffee. "Hi," she's almost breathless. Anyone would be, walking in the inches she wears daily. "Hi." There's a fake smile plastered on my face. I wonder what it is she wants. I'd have asked to see her after what Denver said but I wasn't sure I owed her my life yet. "Sorry I'm late, I've been trying to fix that presentation with Maya since yesterday." "What presentation?" She jerks her shoulder in a shrug, "Let's not talk about work on a date." Then winks at me. A date? I nearly burst into laughter. "So this....date..." A