All Chapters of After Divorce, I Married His Half-Brother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"A mole? We just got into the agency and there's already a mole waiting for me there?" It was so ridiculous. Cole turned around and gave me a look. "I'm sorry for eavesdropping, ma'am. But I promised to report to Master anytime you meet a mishap.""No, you don't have to.""A mole means a threat to your safety. And I can't compromise on that." He sighed. "I'm sorry, ma'am. But Master has to know.""Yeah, you don't have to be so soft now." Leah chimed in. "This mole could do worse if care is not taken. We have to get to the root of this.""You're right." I turned to look at the three big guys just a few seats away from me. They were also staring back at me, like they had been doing since. "Listen, everyone. In everything we do or face, these people on the other side are still fans. No need to be hard on them, nobody has to be harmed, okay?"One of the big men, dressed in black pants and a shirt that glued to his biceps spoke up. "What if they attack you?""Then try to stop it and neut

> _ _ Her voice trembled as she climbed into the car for a second, pulling the door closed after her. "What happened to you?" she whispered. "Why do you have a blood-stained bandage wrapped around your head?" I tried to brush it off, leaning back casually. "Don't mind it. Tell me, how was your—" "Stop drifting, Ryker.” She narrowed her eyes at me, like I’d personally offended her soul. “How did you get hurt?" I sighed, tightening my jaw. "I got into a fight with Derek," I said. Her head jerked up. "Derek? You went back to Napa Valley just to get into a fight with him?" "No—Jesus Christ, no." I turned fully toward her. "Derek is back in Seattle." I watched the color drain from her face, slowly. She looked like someone had unplugged her from inside. "My father forced me to accompany him for his nose surgery when I got back from Italy," I muttered. "A nose surgery?" "Yeah. He said I broke his nose during... You know, the hotel incident." I shru

>__The study was quiet, darker than usual. It was evening, but I couldn't sleep. Not after today. Not after everything.I sank into the leather chair, elbows resting on my knees, hands clasped together. My mind refused to shut down. Thoughts about Vanessa filled my head. Her soft voice, her fragile body, the way she had held onto me while trembling... it played over and over in my head.I never imagined this. I never imagined having a child. Honestly, I had always thought about my life in pieces, moments, power, control... and Vanessa in it. Not little human beings running around, not tiny hands holding mine or little creatures addressing me as their 'daddy'. I thought Vanessa was careful, that she'd been taking the pills I got for her. That we had time to... I don't even know. To breathe, to survive, to heal after all of this madness. But here we were, and she was carrying my child.I wanted to hate it. I really did. I wanted to change the timing, against the si

>__I stayed still on the couch, moaning softly as Ryker continued to give me a leg massage. Missy curled up beside me, head placed on my stomach as she meowed softly. I tried to focus on the soothing comfort that came along with the massage rather than on the weight I felt everywhere. Each day made me feel heavier, and it was becoming too difficult to move casually without panting like I'd joined a marathon. Not to mention the sickening feeling I get every time I have morning sickness. The slight discomfort, constipation, and every other worst thing you could think of. It was a terrible experience. One I didn't want to experience twice. But hey, something good was on the way too. If anything, what pulled me through was the thought of the life growing inside of me. It was worth every risk for me. Every pain. Every ache. And every discomfort. I just had to hold on. I just had to hope for salvation and the second trimester so the tumor could be operated on. And

Miles pulled out of the driveway and eased the car back onto the main road. For a moment, there was a calm silence. But, of course, Miles decided to open his mouth."Why are we rushing there anyway?" he asked, glancing at me. "Vanessa's not a child. She's weak, yeah, but she's not helpless. You could survive ten minutes without worrying every damn second, you know."I turned my head slowly, giving him a glare that could probably peel paint."Question how I choose to treat my woman again, and I'll make sure to cut off your damn balls and push them down your throat. Trust it will taste just as foul as your vinegar.""Okay, fine. But you're being too protective. And overly dramatic. It's just a visit to a graveyard, not some battlefield."I breathed in deeply. Slowly. Trying not to snap the steering wheel in half, even though I wasn't the one driving."Shut the fuck up," "Or..?""Or how about I ruin something on your behalf?""Like what?""I could visit Leah. Tell her a few interesting