All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY EX FIANCE'S STEP BROTHER : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MICHELLE’S POV. I was so excited to lead one of Kieran's projects. Yeah, Kieran Castellan project. I have dreamt of doing so many things in this life but never have my imagination gone beyond… reality. This was a big opportunity for me to prove to myself — people, that I wasn't just another pushover or a pawn in the rich men game. I couldn’t afford to mess up the whole thing. And with Kieran gone, I can finally look past those abs and concentrate on my work. Yeah, Kieran and I hated each other. Or maybe it was just me. But I wouldn’t allow my resentment to erase the truth — he was still one of God’s priceless works of art.Mira was one of — if not the only — truly honest, down-to-earth people I had ever met. She was kind, supportive, funny and every time I found myself at a crossroads, she was always there. And I have only known her for three days. Sandra, on the other hand, had always been a pain in the ass — too picky, too expensive, and far too bossy. She rubbed every little th

KIERAN’S POV.The club was on the top floor of the building. From the balcony, I could see almost everything.The women on the podium moved their bodies like waves. People were shouting, laughing, throwing money in the air. The DJ was shouting loudly in Spanish. They screamed louder each time the beat dropped.I leaned on the glass rail, holding a glass of Romanée-Conti Grand Cru wine. This club was one of my first personal projects in Spain and also the biggest. My family were into many investments but greatly avoided the club. I didn’t look away. I saw the money and went after it.I was enjoying the view when I felt a presence behind me.“You look like a king watching his kingdom,” a deep voice said.I smiled slowly, turning to my father. Or rather… my godfather.He was not my real father. He was my grandfather’s best friend. But he raised me when my grandfather was too busy focusing on crafting me into the best human devil — hypothetically. So to me, he was more than a godfather.

MICHELLE’S POV. I sat on the cold bench in the cell, wondering how I ended up in prison. I sat there with my arms around my body, trying to stay calm, but my heart would not slow down.“I had done nothing wrong.” I kept saying it in my head, hoping it would start to feel real.I confirmed with the department in charge of the 3D structural model that the blueprint was correct before signing it. So how is this my fault? If anyone should be sued, it should be them, not me. But it wasn’t their fault either, the blueprint was switched in my office. The cell creaked open, breaking me from my thoughts. I lifted my head slowly and my mouth fell open in shock. Kieran? What the hell was he doing here? More like what took him so long? No normal man would let his woman sleep in a cell for a day. “Looks like your knight in shining armour has come to your rescue,” the detective joked, gesturing for me to come out. I got up, wiping my hands on my skirt. And before I could stop myself, I ran to

MICHELLE’S POV. “No,” Kieran answered flatly, pushing me aside.I stumbled back a step but caught myself. My heart was already racing, and his cold tone only made it worse.“Kieran, listen to me,” I said quickly, stepping back in front of him. “Just think about it. Sarah faked the pregnancy to get married to Damien —” “To get rid of you,” he corrected. “Sarah was just insecure. She didn't like the idea that an ex will bear her husband's children.”My mouth fell open in disbelief. How did he know that?“I did a little research before bringing you to come work for me,” he revealed, as though reading my mind. “And besides, I keep track of everyone Paul comes in contact with.”As tempting as it was to know what else he knew, I just didn’t have the time.“I know Sarah…”He interrupts me with a loud scoff. “But not well enough for you to figure out that she was having sex with your boyfriend… fiancé,” he said, his tone filled with mockery. I swallowed hard, folding my hands under my brea

KIERAN’S POVI was in a meeting when the call came—Michelle had been arrested.For a brief moment, I considered calling my lawyer and terminating her contract. I was convinced she was working with Damien and Paul to ruin me.Old Papa had been right. I was wrong this time.I went straight to the station after confirming the details. Michelle was accused of stabbing Sarah in the hospital—and a security guard as well.I didn’t need a seer to know she was framed. Michelle didn’t even have the guts to kill a cockroach. Trust me, I’d seen how she handled bugs. A child had more composure than her.The drive was a blur. I hadn’t stepped into a police station since I was ten. My grandfather had been careful not to break the old rule of “never getting caught” and I grew up watching him silence more people than I could count.If my grandfather had ever been arrested, a death sentence would have been mercy.I didn’t want to be like him—building wealth with blood and fear. I wanted a clean slate.