All Chapters of Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ariella’s POVThe lawsuit was ready; three counts of charges were preferred. Four parties were named, including Jace and his team. The publication had issued a buried correction, which they dismissed as inadequate. Elsa confirmed service was in motion, and public sentiment had begun shifting.The correction barely registered with the public. Ariella ordered full prosecution, including criminal charges, wire fraud, and HIPAA violations. The damning audio would be submitted. Damon entered as confirmation unfolded. He cautioned about delay tactics and possible countersuits. Ariella rejected any settlement offers.Damon warned of prolonged damage. Ariella remained firm, stating the lie was too loud to ignore. Elsa confirmed Jace’s lawyer was seeking a quiet exit, which Ariella refused. She wanted the cost of silence made clear. Damon acknowledged the shift in public opinion; Ariella replied that now the courts would follow.Elsa’s assistant confirmed that summonses were delivered. All par

Ariella’s POVDamon texted and asked me to come alone. When I entered, he was already waiting. He didn’t ask for forgiveness. He didn’t ask for clarity. He asked for something simpler.He took out a ring. No words. No press. No family. No headlines. He wasn’t offering safety. He wasn’t protecting an image. He wasn’t covering the child in strategy. He was asking, without demand, if I wanted to choose him the way he kept choosing me.He understood. Everything was chaos. Timing had been unkind. Pressure had been everywhere. And still, he stood, willing to wait for the answer that felt right. I asked him what he wanted if not certainty. He said he wanted the promise. Not perfection. Not permanence. Just the next step, together.I took the ring and didn’t put it on. I held it for a long time. I asked the questions I hadn’t dared voice. What if I wasn’t ready? What if we fell apart? What if I changed? What if love, again, wasn’t enough?He said he’d meet me again. He’d rebuild if needed. H

Damon’s POVI walked into the house. Nothing had changed, except me. She looked up, but she was not surprised, just expectant. The same expression she wore every time she thought control was still hers.She said she didn’t leak it, but she shared it. And called it a celebration and called it pride. But what she gave away wasn’t hers. She took something private and made it public. She knew it wasn’t her story. That was the point.She said she protected me, but protection that demands obedience isn’t safety, it’s control. She didn’t raise a son; she built a symbol, polished, silent, and branded. I didn’t argue, I didn’t justify, and I didn’t ask why because I knew why.The moment I chose Ariella, I broke the system she’d built. Not because Ariella was a rebellion, but because she was a choice. My own choice, to her, was the betrayal. She called Ariella reckless, volatile, and a liability. But what she really meant was unmanageable. Ariella wasn’t built for performance, and she didn’t

.Ariella’s POVThe folder in Elsa’s hand meant only one thing: damage. There had been a leak, internal, deliberate, and surgical. It targeted our legal strategy against Sasha. Discovery schedules, deposition prep, and the planned obstruction outline had reached Benedict Grey’s office within hours of their finalization.Metadata confirmed the breach. The file had been forwarded through a masked, encrypted inbox, routed from D.C., then Milan. It was not random and clumsy. This was precision.Only five people had full access to it: Elsa, Theo, Madison, Roland, and me. Elsa ruled out Theo first; activity logs confirmed. Madison was in Boston visiting her father, logs clean. That left Roland in the eye.Twenty-two minutes of unaccounted access. Roland’s credentials were used from a secondary device, one he never registered. Either he was hacked or involved. Surveillance was activated. A third-party team was brought in. No alerts had gone to the human relations department yet.Elsa pulled

Ariella’s POVThe notice arrived by courier. It was addressed to Damon. It came from his family’s holding trust. It was a formal civil complaint. The suit alleged mismanagement of generational assets, breach of fiduciary duty, and unauthorized reallocation of estate holdings tied to Ward Enterprises.The claim was filed by his uncle. But the fingerprints were everywhere. His mother’s lawyers prepared it. The structure of the argument was familiar. It was her language. Her approach. Her strategy.The suit alleged that Damon had improperly leveraged family-controlled assets to support my legal campaigns. It cited his public recusal from board matters as an abandonment of fiduciary obligation. It claimed reputational harm. It claimed personal bias. It claimed that his engagement to me clouded his judgment and destabilized Ward's legacy protections.It named me in the complaint. Not as a defendant. As the reason. Damon read the entire document in silence. He handed it to me without saying