All Chapters of A Woman Worth Billions, Dated the Wrong Brother: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The room was quiet. Soft. Still. The kind of silence that didn’t feel empty— But full. The distant sound of the ocean reached us through the glass walls. Gentle. Steady. Alive. Jason stood near the bed— Watching me. Not speaking. Just… there. Present. I smiled slightly. “Wait.” I walked toward the side panel— Running my fingers along the smooth surface until I found it. A small button. Hidden. I pressed it. The lights dimmed instantly. Soft shadows stretching across the room. And then— The ceiling shifted. Panels sliding silently— Revealing glass. Clear. Open. The night sky unfolded above us. Endless. The stars scattered like diamonds— The moon glowing softly— Watching over us. I tilted my head back— Breathing it in. “I used to come here alone,” I murmured. “To remind myself there was something bigger than everything I was dealing with.” A pause. “That I wasn’t trapped.” Warmth surrounded me. Jason. His arms wrapping around me from behind— Pu

The courtroom settled. Heavy. Expectant. The judge entered— Authority filling the room instantly. “Court is now in session.” We stood. Then sat. And just like that— It began. The judge adjusted his glasses— Looking directly at me. “Ms. Asher.” A pause. “Where is your legal representation?” Murmurs spread immediately. Curious. Judging. Waiting. I didn’t hesitate. “I will be representing myself, Your Honor.” Silence. Sharp. Immediate. Then— The reaction. Whispers. Surprise. Disbelief. Across the room— Victoria smiled. Slow. Satisfied. She leaned forward slightly. “Of course she is.” Her voice carried just enough to be heard. “Only someone guilty would be unable to secure a lawyer.” A few nods. Some agreement. Exactly what she wanted. I turned my head— Meeting her gaze. Unmoved. “Or,” I replied calmly, “someone innocent who has nothing to fear.” Silence. Again. But this time— Different. Not dismissive. Curious. Victoria’s smile faltered—

The courtroom had gone quiet again. Not tense. Not chaotic. Certain. The judge adjusted his glasses, looking down at me. “Ms. Asher.” His voice carried authority— But also something else. Finality. “Are you planning to file a countersuit?” I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Your Honor.” A murmur rippled through the room. Low. Anticipating. The judge nodded once. “As expected.” A brief pause. “Normally, a case of this nature would require additional time for deliberation.” He turned toward the jury. “But given the clarity of the testimony—” Another pause. Measured. “—I will ask the jury directly.” My heartbeat slowed. Not faster. Slower. “Members of the jury.” The room held its breath. “Have you reached a verdict?” A moment. Just one. Then— “Yes, Your Honor.” Every eye turned toward them. Every breath— Held. “On the charge of defamation—” The judge continued. “How do you find the defendant?” The foreperson didn’t hesitate. “Not guilty.” The courtroom er

The courthouse doors opened— And the noise hit us instantly. Cameras. Voices. Questions overlapping one another. “Ms. Asher!” “Over here!” “Do you have a statement—” Jason’s hand found mine. Firm. Steady. Grounding. He moved slightly in front of me— Shielding. Not controlling. Never that. Just… Protecting. We kept walking. Until— “Ms. Asher!” One voice cut through the rest. Clear. Confident. We both paused. The reporter stepped forward. Smiling. Less aggressive than the others. “I just have one question.” Jason glanced at me. Checking. I nodded. The reporter’s grin widened. “My favorite moment…” He said. “…was when you asked the lawyer if she took the case out of revenge for you marrying Mr. Sun.” A few nearby reporters chuckled. “Brutal,” he added. “Absolutely brutal.” I smiled. “And I was wondering…” He leaned forward slightly. “What was your favorite moment?” A pause. I could feel Jason’s gaze on me. Warm. Curious. I smiled. Soft. Si

Amber POVI didn’t hesitate. Not when he warned me, not when he asked, not even when I understood exactly what this meant. There was no turning back—and there hadn’t been for a long time.We moved naturally, without needing to say much, as if this wasn’t new to us. As if we had done this before. And in a way… we had.Jason pulled a tablet toward us, his movements precise and controlled, while I was already pulling data before he even finished opening the files.“Becker estate layout,” I said.“Already mapped,” he replied without missing a beat.I glanced at him, a small smile forming on my lips. Of course it was.He zoomed into the structure, highlighting entry points, exits, and blind spots. At the same time, I overlaid financial logs, movement patterns, and irregular transactions.“They’ve been funding something off-books,” I murmured.Jason didn’t even look surprised. “Of course they have.”Our hands moved almost at the same time, reaching, adjusting, refining. His strategy was cle