บททั้งหมดของ Her Stepbrother’s Desire, Her husband’s Obsession: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 69

Searing white-hot pain lanced through Aria's arm as she slapped her other palm against her shoulder, the shoulder where Aston's bullet just grazed.“What in the ever living FUCK are you doing here?”, Aston asked, manic with adrenaline. His eyes were wide enough that the white showed all the way around the irises. The barrel of his gun still smoked, locked in his white-knuckled grip that trembled with sheer fury.He looked like he had just survived a bomb. Technically, he had, but the bomber was currently kneeling on the ground because her husband had shot her.“Why did you shoot?”, Aria asked, wincing in pain as she stood up. It wasn't the worst pain in the world, she’d only fallen because of the shock of being shot at, but bullet wounds still hurt badly.A hand clamped beneath her good arm just as she lifted herself fully. The brown-haired guard hauled her upward, intending to drag her out backward through the threshold.Aria brought her heel down hard on his boot. He grunted, his g

A certain confidence Aria had been lacking for a while radiated around her as she walked into the Rothschild conglomerate the next day.The confidence one tended to have whenever they suddenly added €20 million to their bank account.Yes.Aston had actually paid her.She power walked straight to the elevator, ignoring the people in the reception who looked like they weren't staring, even though the weight of their eyes on her made her almost trip.Her counterpost had blown up wildly, everyone oscillating between wondering who the new man was, and clamoring to see his face, Liam entirely forgotten. In the process, she had also blown up. “All publicity is good publicity”, Liam always said.Now she had garnered a bit of a fan base, disloyal still, but at least for the first time in these wars, they were a bit on her side, which would be useful in her establishing Rishers fully, both home and away.But first, she had a plan to enact.Aston was moving terrifyingly fast with his plan to ov

The wind rustled Aria's hair as she sped down the road, happy enough to actually laugh out loud.Her grandfather's style had been cramping on her freedom since she got back from France. Every day had been a subtle form of subservience, and Aria was getting tired of the delayed gratification. She could leave the company whatever fucking time she wanted now. And from the twenty million that Aston had actually credited into her account as the elusive AG, she could get a space for Rishers immediately.The Rothschilds’ biggest income tunnel was the procurement and distribution of textiles. Coincidentally, Aria was in dire need of textiles. Rishers in Los Altos would no longer be a dream, and she would no longer be anyone's stool to step over starting from today. It had been 26 years too much. If Hartley wanted to plot, Aria would plot better. If Liam wanted to plot— well, she had already plotted better than Liam. The people were fully in support of her, and this would assist in her en

"Erased them?" Aria whispered, the breath leaving her lungs. "Grandfather... you mean you slaughtered an entire bloodline?""Aria, how many times must l articulate the same point? Honestly, you can be denser than your son."Arya rolled her eyes at the insult, numb to the shock. It was horrific, yes, but in the twisted context of the Griffin empire, it made terrifying sense. What baffled her was the survivor. "If you destroyed them, why keep Aston at your side? Why keep the heir of a family you annihilated?""I spared the boy-and a handful of the younger ones— because they possessed raw, malleable potential.""You spared him? Why?""Because while the estate was burning," Arthur said softly, his gaze drifting past her shoulder into the past, "you held his hand. You stood in front of him, barely four years old, and told me with absolute certainty that I was not allowed to touch him. I looked at my tiny granddaughter, defending a scrawny, trembling stray, and I wondered what could possibl