All Chapters of Married To My Ex-husband's Half-brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DENVER'S POV Sara's pearl like skin is all I need when it feels like the weight of the world's coming down on me. She purrs satisfactorily as I pull her closer under the duvet, the warmness of her skin soothing the coldness in my heart. "What's bothering you?" She whispers into my ear. My eyes fling open. "Nothing that concerns you." It's a habit of mine to separate business from pleasure. She can never know what's going on in my personal life and I stay away from hers as well.I found her six years ago, in Vegas. She was one small little princess but she sure knew her to ride me till I completely let go of my defenses. Two years ago I bought her this place and asked her to move away from her abusive husband in Chicago. She's been living here for me ever since. I don't care if she entertains other men, of if she's doing something else with her life. I just need her to be here and ready when I come. And she always is. My phone vibrates just as I close my eyes again. I wonder if i

NERIAH'S POV My knees betray me as his soft lips latch onto mine, sucking greedily. My head's screaming for me to stop but somehow my hand snakes up to hold the back of his head, deepening the kiss. When I hear the tires scrunch on gravel, that's when I push Denver away from me but it's too late. Myles is driving away. Denver turns around to leave as well but there's no way he's walking away when he just created an ungodly scene in front of my house. "Are you crazy!?" I yell. He looks very...unremorseful. "Married people kiss all the time, Neriah. Don't make a big deal out of it." "You're definitely crazy. I AM NOT YOUR WIFE! You gave me a null piece of paper to sign, that doesn't count as marriage you dumbass!" Denver raises his brow. "I've never seen you this riled up, perhaps I've been underestimating you." Then he takes out a stick of cigarette from the inner pocket of his jacket and places it between his lips. "Oh, no you don't!" I snatch it away. "What is wrong with you

NERIAH'S POV Fear. Yes, that's what I'm just feeling as I sashay out of Denver Chadwick's bedroom. Seeing him lying there with his face ashen and his eyes black, I know it's only a matter of time before he becomes a corpse. Tears seep slowly into my eyes. If Denver dies what am I going to do? How am I going to get back at Laura and Liam? Gia detests me so she wouldn't be willing to help in any way at all. There's no other person I can reach out to ask for help. Maybe Myles? But I'm not sure. Myles has no personal vendetta against them. He wouldn't want to be involved with something as messy as revenge. When Ethan picked Denver's call, I knew I had to go and see how he was doing even when I've been trying to avoid him. I'd have to put whatever I have against him aside for the meantime so we can find a means to make his dreams come true before he dies. Gosh, it sounds so weird just thinking of it alone. I

DENVER'S POV I can't believe she's back. And she did something to her hair too. It's...pink. "Don't say it. I know you didn't miss me." "You do?" I croak. That doesn't sound like my usual voice at all. Plus my eyes are heavy and my throat seems to be on fire. This doesn't feel good. "Yeah. You just called for that pimp. Why? You thought I was her? Let me guess, she's been the one warming your bed since I left, hasn't she? No wonder you didn't bother to look for me.""Get out of my room if you're going to be so dramatic, Gia. As you can see I'm trying to rest.""Why are you in bed claiming to want to rest at this hour of the day?" She places a hand on my forehead and her eyes widen. "Fuck, Denver. You're burning up. Are you okay?" "I think the answer's pretty obvious. Let me have some water." She hurries to the fridge and hands me a cold bottle. "I need to cool you down with a wet towel."

LAURA'S POV I stare at myself in the mirror one last time. Tilting my head and letting my hair fall over my shoulders in perfect, glossy waves, I run my eyes once again over the black dress. It clings to me perfectly, the hem stopping far above my knees so that if I so much as cross my legs, his head would fall out of stability.It is the dress he bought me for my last birthday. He said then that it made me look like I belonged on the cover of a magazine. Hopefully, he'll see me that same way today. My nails are freshly done in a deep red that matches the undertone of my lipstick. Liam's my husband, I know what he likes and what gets to him.He's never let me visit him in his office, but lately, he has been avoiding me more than I care to admit. He barely takes my calls or responds to my messages and keeps giving silly excuses about late night meetings. I really don't care if he's seeing someone else, I just need to