All Chapters of Craving the wrong brother : His obsession : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~YVONNE'S POV~Three weeks.That's how long it had been since I refused Vanessa Klein's offer. Three weeks since she had threatened to make me disappear if I didn't leave Chicago. Three weeks of waiting for the other shoe to drop.And nothing.No threats. No phone calls. No accidents.Just... silence.And that silence was somehow more terrifying than anything she could have said.I sat at my desk outside Arthur's office, typing up meeting notes I didn't care about, and I tried not to think about what Vanessa Klein was planning. Because she was definitely planning something. Women like her didn't just let things go. They didn't accept defiance and move on.They waited. They plotted. They struck when you least expected it."Yvonne, is Arthur available?"I looked up to find Holly standing in front of my desk, holding two takeout bags from that expensive bistro on Michigan Avenue. She was wearing a cream-colored dress that was expensive, and her smile was bright and false."He's on a co

~LIAM'S POV~Three weeks. Five days. Fourteen hours.Not that I was counting.I stared at the boardroom table like it had personally offended me. Someone was talking....probably Jenkins from Acquisitions....but all I could hear was white noise and the sound of my own teeth grinding."Liam? Did you hear what I said?"I looked up. Jenkins was staring at me with that nervous expression people get when they realize I'm about to lose my shit."No," I said. "Say it again.""The Klein merger requires your signature by...."I picked up the crystal paperweight on the table and threw it.It hit the wall behind Jenkins's head, shattering into a thousand pieces. He ducked. Someone gasped."Meeting's over," I said, standing up. "Get out."They scattered like roaches. All except Aiden, who stayed in his chair at the other end of the table, watching me with those calculating eyes."That's the third thing you've broken this week," he said calmly. "Last Monday it was your laptop. Wednesday it was the

~YVONNE'S POV~I sat on my bathroom floor Monday morning, my phone in one hand and a half-eaten piece of toast in the other, staring at a Facebook profile I had been looking at for three days straight.Elena Ryles.Her profile picture showed a woman with warm brown eyes and a bright smile, standing in front of a flower shop. 'Blooms & Petals - Lincoln Park' the sign behind her read. Her bio said 'Florist. Plant Mom. Living my best life.' She looked happy, healthy and free.She had worked at Klein Corporation four years ago. I had found her name in an old company directory I had saved on my laptop—one of those huge PDF files IT sent out every quarter that nobody ever looked at.I remembered her vaguely. Young, pretty, always smiling. She had been in Marketing, I thought. Or maybe an intern? I couldn't quite remember.What I did remember was that she had disappeared suddenly. One day she was there, the next she wasn't. And Arthur had made some comment about her being "too emotional fo

~LIAM'S POV~I woke up in my own bed with a headache that felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull.The light coming through the windows was too bright. My mouth tasted like something had died in it. And I had absolutely no memory of how I had gotten home.I sat up slowly, the room spinning, and tried to piece together the night before.The investor meeting. Lars. Too much whiskey. Calling Yvonne....fuck, had I called her? Texting her desperately like some pathetic.....I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. The screen was cracked. When had that happened?I scrolled through my messages. A string of texts to Yvonne, all sent between nine and eleven PM. Each one more desperate than the last.'I miss you.''Saw you at the restaurant. You looked happy.''I fucking miss you and I hate that I do.'All of them are marked as read. She had read them. All of them. And there was a call log. Two minutes, forty-seven seconds. She had answered. We had talked for almost three minute

~VANESSA'S POV~The calendar on my iPad did not lie, but I needed it to."Run the dates again," I said.Morris didn't move from across my desk. He was expensive, discreet, and thankfully empty of personality. He just sat there in his gray suit, staring at his tablet."I have run them three times, Mrs. Klein," Morris said. "The timeline is tight.""Tight is not impossible." I stood and walked to the sideboard to pour water. No ice....I hated the sound of clinking glass. "Arthur was with me at the charity gala on the eighth. He was in the office every day that week. The girl claims she's eight weeks along. When exactly was he supposed to have gotten her pregnant?""Biologically, sperm can survive up to five days," Morris said carefully. "And ovulation timing isn't exact. Stress can shift cycles. And frankly, Mrs. Klein, looking at the girl, she's a walking cortisol factory.""Don't defend her physiology. Just give me probability.""It's possible it's Arthur's," he said. "Barely. Maybe