บททั้งหมดของ MARRIED TO MY EX FIANCE'S STEP BROTHER : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

MICHELLE’S POV. I wasn’t expecting an apology from Damien — Damien never apologizes. And that was a strong fact I know about Damien. He will never apologize even if he was at a gun point. He is always right or he is too… “important” to apologize. I still can't forget the look on his face when he knelt down to apologize. It was priceless. After breakfast, i took a quick walk around the huge mansion. I knew it wasn't the best idea to be walking aimlessly in a lion's den. But i just wanted to clear my head. And the beauty of the mansion was a perfect distraction right now. I kept walking until I found myself in the kitchen. The kitchen was warm and smelled like fresh bread. The assistant chef noticed me, her brows raised as she walked towards me. “Do you need something?” She asked. I froze, scanning the kitchen. Then i shook my head. “No, I'm good.”She didn't reply but her expression did the talking. She wanted me to leave immediately. I forced a smile and turned to walk away. Bu

MICHELLE’S POVThe car ride felt longer than the entire week I had spent in that mansion.Kieran sat beside me, looking like he was carved out of stress and annoyance. He kept adjusting his cuffs, checking his watch, then checking it again like the time offended him.“Listen carefully,” he said for the fifth time. “If they ask you a question and you don’t know the answer, just laugh it off.”I nodded, staring out the window.“I’m serious,” he added sharply. “Don’t try to impress anyone, don’t try to act smart, and don’t get ahead of yourself. Just smile, laugh, and keep it simple.”“I heard you the first four times,” I muttered.He gave me a side-eye that could cut glass.“Better safe than sorry.”The car slowed as we approached the enormous mansion. It wasn’t a house—it was a palace with more lights than an entire street. Expensive cars filled the driveway, and well-dressed people walked around like their bank accounts were allergic to anything below one billion dollars.My stomach t

KIERAN’S POV. Michelle’s last words were still ringing in my ears. My whole body remained glued for a second. It was like someone turned the whole world into slow motion.I held her tighter. She was shaking so badly it felt like her bones were trembling inside her skin.“Where?” I asked quietly.Her hand moved weakly and pointed behind her, down the hallway. I didn’t waste time. I guided her to the wall, letting her lean on it, then walked toward the room she pointed at.The moment I stepped inside, I froze. There, on the floor, lay a man who was almost naked. He wasn’t moving. And a knife was lodged in his eye.I stopped at the door, staring for a moment. I turned my head slightly toward Michelle, confused for a second. This wasn’t what I expected when I left her alone for ten minutes. A drink spilled? Yes. An argument? Maybe.A dead man? No.I walked closer to the body to inspect. Slowly I let out a sigh of relief. The man wasn't dead. He deserved death but the last thing I wan

MICHELLE’S POV. I stared at the pictures on my bed. They were pictures of my mother still in the hospital. My breath caught. My hands began to shake so badly I almost dropped them.“What is this…” I whispered, trying to get up when something slipped out of the envelope.A small white card.I frowned, leaned forward, and picked it up.There was nothing written on it except a phone number. My heart jumped into my throat as I read the words. Old papa wanted me to call this number. Before I could think, before fear could stop me, I grabbed my phone and dialed the number with trembling fingers.The line rang once. Twice.Then a voice answered. “How do you see the gift?” He asked.A chill ran down my spine. I tightened my grip on the phone.“What do you want from me?” I snapped. He laughed. “I thought I should remind you of your mother.”“Stay away from my mother! She has nothing to do with this. Leave her alone!”He chuckled softly, like he found my fear amusing. “You don’t like the g

MICHELLE’S POV. I kept walking towards my mother's room, my heart was racing the whole time I walked through the hallway. I felt nervous and excited at the same time. After Paul's threat yesterday, I couldn't leave her alone. I had to see her immediately. I had to protect her…somehow. When I reached her room, I paused for a second at the door. Then I pushed it open.She was sitting up on the bed, looking pale but smiling softly toward the window. The moment she turned and saw me, her whole face lit up.“Michelle,” she whispered.“Mom!” I rushed to her and wrapped my arms around her gently. I was so relieved that tears almost fell from my eyes. “How are you? How have you been?”She held my hands tightly. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said. “I kept looking at the door. You took long.”“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I was… I was running around trying to fix some things.” I forced a small laugh. “You know how life gets sometimes.”She raised an eyebrow. “Running around? Doing what?”