Todos os capítulos de MARRIED TO MY EX FIANCE'S STEP BROTHER : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

KIERAN’S POVThe hall was glowing with gold lights and soft music, but I felt nothing. People kept coming to me with wide smiles, handshakes, hugs I didn’t ask for or needed. “Congratulations, Mr. Castellan.”“We are so happy for you.”“About time you settled down.”I smiled at them all even though I felt like punching them straight in the face. But I was grateful for one thing — no one was pushing their daughters to my face. Michelle stood a few steps away, talking to a group of women. She looked calm, graceful, dressed in the soft blue gown I picked for her. The color made her skin glow. Anyone looking at us would think we were a fairytale couple about to seal our forever.A soft clink of glass cut through the noise. Everyone turned to the direction. Paul stood at the front of the room, his cup raised in the air. “May I have everyone’s attention, please.”The room went quiet. He cleared his throat and smiled at me like a proud father. “As many of you know, Kieran has not had th

MICHELLE’S POVThat morning, I stood in front of the mirror for almost twenty minutes, staring at myself like I was seeing a stranger.Kieran and I were official now. The world knew. People were talking, watching, dissecting every move I made. I had to look like the fairytale he sold — the billionaire falling for a poor girl from nowhere. I still didn’t understand how people believed it so easily, but since they did, I had no intention of exposing the ugly truth behind it.Being Kieran’s fiancée meant I had to look the part. And since I owned nothing that screamed luxury, he had handed me his card and told me to shop freely. I couldn’t have been happier.It had been so long since I bought anything just for myself. Today, I planned to enjoy it like it was the last day of my life.The boutique was one of the finest in the city. The kind of place that only exists in magazines for me. When I walked in, the smell of soft perfume and clean fabric wrapped around me. The salesgirls smiled wa

KIERAN’S POV. I sat at the head of the long glass table in my office, hands folded, eyes calm. Outside the wide windows, the city stretched like it belonged to me. Maybe it did.Across from me sat Giovanni De Luca — gray hair slicked back, gold watch flashing on his wrist, suit too loud for a man his age.“So, Mr. Castellan,” he said, crossing his legs slowly. “Tell me again why I should trust your company with my land.”I leaned back in my chair. “Because Castellan Group doesn’t just build houses. We build legacies.”He raised a brow. “Every company says that.” I locked eyes with him, taking a sip of my wine. “Every company lies. I don’t.”He tilted his head. “Strong words.”“Strong work backs them up,” I replied. “We have built more than sixty luxury estates in the last five years alone. And you know that i don't do flashy boxes or a paupers house. My mansions speak for themselves.”He nodded in agreement, rubbing his beard. “Yeah, I hear that a lot. Everyone sings your praises li

KIERAN’S POVThe drive to Giovanni De Luca's mansion was quiet. What happened at breakfast hung between us like a ghost. I didn’t look at Michelle. She didn’t look at me either.I had wanted to punch his face since he was a kid. I was glad Damien let me do it.After a few minutes of awkward silence, Michelle sighed and turned to me. “Thank you,” she said softly.“For what?” I asked.“For standing up for me.”I kept my eyes on the road. “You need to stand up for yourself, Michelle. No one in that house will respect you if you don’t.”She nodded slowly. “You’re right. I just got emotional.”I scoffed. She was too innocent. No wonder Damien used her for years and she didn’t even know.“You’ll be fine,” I muttered. “You’ll be fine.”We finally arrived at Giovanni De Luca’s mansion. It was nice, I have to say.The walls were cream-colored stone. Tall pillars held up big balconies. Lights shone from every window. Fountains lined the driveway, water sparkling in the evening lights.The drive

MICHELLE’S POV. I headed straight to Kieran's office. I wasn’t sure how to face him, but I had to deliver the message. But in my defense, I tried my best. It was clear Sandra was out for Kieran — I figured out that one yesterday at the party when she kept asking me about Kieran and if I loved him the way he was. I said a silent prayer before walking into his office. I gently opened the door and walked in like a burglar breaking into someone's home. Kieran wasn't in the office — thankfully. My lips slowly curled into a faint smile, realizing I still have some time before touching the fire — kieran. The young woman in the office slowly turned to me with a small smile. I returned the smile, my brows furrowed in curiosity, trying to remember where I had seen her before… other than the office. “Michelle,” she called, walking towards me. “To what do I owe this visit?” I looked around. “I came to see Kieran," I said. “Is he around?”Her facial expression flickered to a mixture of curi