Semua Bab Falling for My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Brother: Bab 11 - Bab 20

A Week Later…Sebastian was seated in his office, flipping through a stack of documents, when Lyra stepped in, her expression uneasy.“Sir… Wilson is here. He says he needs to talk to you.”Sebastian let out a tired sigh. “What does he want this time?”Lyra hesitated, then nodded. “Should I send him in?”Sebastian waved a hand. “Let him in.”Moments later, there was a sharp knock at the door.“Come in,” Sebastian said, dropping the papers onto his desk.The door creaked open and Wilson stepped inside. He looked tense but determined.Sebastian didn’t bother to stand. His tone was cold. “What do you want now, Wilson?”Wilson inhaled slowly, trying to stay calm. “It’s about my kids.”Sebastian’s jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. “What kids exactly?”“I want peace between us,” Wilson said, his voice low. “Just give me my kids back. They shouldn’t be your problem anymore. You and Lilian can live your lives without them. I’ll take care of everything.”Sebastian’s gaze sharpened like a blade

Wilson sat at his desk, dressed in formal trousers, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared at the scattered papers in front of him. The room was thick with tension, almost suffocating.He hadn’t expected Emily to show up—not today.He had only called Tessa to apologize for yelling at her the other day. How things had escalated into a kiss, he couldn’t even explain. They hadn’t even locked the damn door.Now, standing just a few steps away, was Emily—her face frozen in shock, her eyes burning with betrayal and fury.Wilson slowly raised his head to meet her gaze."It's not what you think... I can explain," he said, his voice low, desperate.Emily scoffed, voice dripping with disgust. "So this is what you do in your office? Sleeping with your secretary? Aren’t you ashamed?""I swear, I don’t know how it happened. Please, let’s fix this," Wilson pleaded."Fix what?" she shot back. "The part where you're cheating on me with your secretary? Or the fact that you secretly sent flowers to Lill

The next day, the news broke: one of Lillian’s children had been shot.The moment Wilson heard it, he jumped to his feet and rushed to get dressed, panic written all over his face.“I’m going with you,” Emily said suddenly, rising from the couch to follow him.Wilson paused, surprised. For days now, Emily had been distant—silent, withdrawn, avoiding any interaction. If she was offering to go with him now, it could only mean one thing: she wanted to cause trouble.“Just stay back, Emily. I can go on my own,” Wilson said firmly.“Oh, I see… because you want to talk to Lillian in secret, right?” she snapped, her tone laced with jealousy.“Emily, I’m not going there for Lillian,” Wilson said, trying to keep his calm. “I’m going because my child was shot.”“And who cares?” Emily scoffed. “I’m still going with you—and that’s final. Meet me in the car.”With that, she turned and stormed out, leaving Wilson standing there, jaw clenched in frustration.He knew Emily too well—when she wanted so

Two weeks later…Lillian stepped out in a stunning long gown that shimmered like moonlight on water. The luxurious fabric flowed effortlessly to the floor, cascading in soft waves of silk that hugged her graceful curves and danced around her ankles. The bodice was intricately embroidered with silver threads and delicate crystals that caught the light with every movement. The off-shoulder design revealed just the right amount of skin elegant and tasteful—while the sheer sleeves fluttered like whispers in the breeze. She looked ethereal, a timeless vision of beauty and power.As the new CEO of a global fashion empire, today was one of the most anticipated events on her calendar—the International Fashion Press Conference.Sitting beside her in the back seat of the car was Sophie, her loyal assistant, who beamed with pride. After a long drive through the buzzing city, they finally arrived at the venue. The crowd was massive—media outlets, fashion elites, reporters, and representatives fr

“Dad, do you remember that wicked uncle? He came to our school today,” Rose said to Sebastian as they sat down for dinner.Joe had already mentioned it earlier when he got back from work, and Sebastian was grateful that Wilson hadn’t tried to take the kids away.“Daemon, you and your sister must not leave the school compound. Unless Uncle Joe come to pick you up himself, you stay inside. Understood?” Sebastian said firmly.“Yes, Dad,” Daemon replied.“Good,” Sebastian nodded.“Seb,” Lillian spoke up, clearly annoyed, “I think it’s time we involve the court. Wilson needs to stay away from my kids.”“I’ll talk to my lawyer about it tomorrow,” Sebastian said calmly.Emily and her friend Victoria went to a restaurant to eat.Victoria noticed how moody Emily was. She barely touched her food.“Emily, what’s wrong?” she asked, concerned.Emily put down her spoon and looked at Victoria with a frown.“I think I’m in love with Sebastian.”Victoria froze, her spoon hovering mid-air.“You mean… L