All Chapters of A Woman Worth Billions, Dated the Wrong Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I went to Human Resources because I still believed in procedure. Old habits die hard. The HR office smelled like recycled air and practiced neutrality. The woman behind the desk looked up when I entered, her smile already strained—like she already knew how this would end. “I’m here to submit my resignation,” I said, placing the envelope neatly in front of her. She didn’t touch it. Instead, she folded her hands and cleared her throat. “Amber… you don’t need to do that.” I tilted my head. “Why not?” She hesitated. Then said it. “Because you were officially terminated this morning.” Fired. The word didn’t sting this time. I smiled. The HR manager blinked. “I’m… sorry?” “Don’t be,” I said honestly. “This actually helps.” Because being fired meant something very important. It meant Oscar had made the first—and biggest—legal mistake. She began explaining exit procedures, revoked access, non-disclosure clauses. I nodded politely, even thanked her when she finished. When she s

Jason didn’t sit back after I agreed. He leaned forward, forearms resting on the table, expression serious in a way that told me this part mattered more than the rest. “There’s something you should understand,” he said. “This marriage isn’t just about my company.” I nodded. “Go on.” “To be taken seriously as the next head of the Sun family, I have to be married,” he said plainly. “The board doesn’t say it out loud, but tradition still rules. Stability. Legacy. Appearances.” Of course it did. “The Sun family doesn’t crown bachelors,” I said. A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “Exactly.” He hesitated—just a fraction—then continued. “Which brings me to something else. Children.” I stilled, watching him closely. “I have two,” Jason said. “Adopted.” That surprised me. “My youngest cousin died in a car accident three years ago,” he explained quietly. “She left behind two children. Four and five years old.” Something in his voice shifted—not grief, exactly, bu

The ceremony room was small. Stone walls. Tall windows. Neutral light. No flowers, no aisle, no spectacle. Just intention. Mandy stood to my left, hands clasped tight, eyes shining. Being both my best friend and Jason’s cousin gave her a strange, quiet sense of rightness—as if this moment had been aligning itself for years. On Jason’s side, Marcus stood steady, holding the rings—and his phone. Discreet. Intentional. Recording only the vows. Not posting. Not yet. The officiant spoke calmly. Names. Consent. Commitment. When it was time, Marcus stepped forward and handed over the rings, then retreated, phone still angled just enough. Mandy whispered, barely containing herself, “At least save the vows.” Marcus murmured back, “Already done. Posting is optional. Evidence is not.” Jason turned to me. “To a good partnership,” he said softly. Then, without hesitation— “Amber, I promise that I will be with you in sickness and in health. I will be the strength behind your actions and

I was already halfway to the Sun estate when my phone rang. Grandfather. I considered letting it go. I didn’t. “Reporters are outside your parents’ house,” he said immediately, his voice sharp and controlled. “They’re circling it like vultures.” My grip on the steering wheel tightened. The house. Not my penthouse. Not my office. The house my parents left me. “They’ve connected you to the White family statement,” he continued. “They’re digging. Fast.” “Let them dig,” I replied calmly. “You are being careless.” “No,” I said. “I’m being deliberate.” A pause. Heavy. Measuring. “You were seen leaving your penthouse,” he added. “Where are you going?” “I handled the White family,” I said evenly. “I won’t be associated with Oscar again.” “That was never the concern,” he snapped. “The concern is your position. You are still unmarried. Vulnerable. And I will not have the Ash name dragged through public mud.” “I’m not unmarried.” Silence. “What did you say?” “I got married

While Anton ranted, I let my gaze drift.I wasn’t looking at him.I was scanning.The estate was old money—but recently upgraded. Discreet security. Integrated systems.And there.A small dome camera mounted beneath the archway.Pointed directly at us.Interesting.Anton grabbed Nicole’s hands dramatically and pulled her behind him like a shield.“She is my fiancée,” he announced loudly. “And we will be married as soon as our license is processed.”Murmurs spread again.“This,” Anton continued, pointing at Jason, “is obviously a plot to discredit me. First you steal your brother’s woman, now you attempt to sabotage my marriage? Is there no line you won’t cross, cousin?”Jason’s posture remained relaxed.Deadly relaxed.I, however, had already taken my phone out.The Sun estate ran on a private internal network. Exclusive. Encrypted.Not impossible.My fingers moved quickly across the screen. A quick scan. Device mapping. Security access point located.Old firmware.Disappointing.With