All Chapters of A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The door to Jason’s bedroom was forced open. The smell hit first. Sweet. Heavy. Chemical. Jason moved straight toward the walk-in closet. The door was locked from the outside. One of the guards broke it open. Alex was inside. Unconscious. Collapsed against the back wall. There was blood at his temple, dried against his hairline as if he’d fallen and struck the edge of the shelving. “Call the doctor. Now,” Jason ordered. I stepped forward carefully, scanning the room. On the bedside console sat a small ceramic burner—still warm. Not incense. Not fragrance. An aphrodisiac compound. Vapor-based. Strong enough to disorient. Dangerous in high concentration. “Ventilate the room,” I said sharply. “Open everything.” Alex was carried out immediately. Alison clung to me as paramedics rushed in. Behind us, Nicole tried to run. She didn’t make it three steps. The guards restrained her. Anton stood frozen. “I didn’t know,” he muttered. “I swear I didn’t know.” Jason didn’t

By the time Jason returned with the doctor, Madam Sun and I had already reached an understanding. Not friendship. Not trust. A truce. The terms were clear. The online rumors surrounding me would be handled by the Sun family’s media division immediately. The slander from the White Group would not be allowed to circulate unchecked—not because of me alone, but because any stain on Jason’s wife would inevitably reflect on the Sun name. “If no one responds,” Madam Sun had said evenly, “it will appear as an admission.” I had agreed. “I will hold a press conference tomorrow evening,” I told her. “I intend to clear my name publicly.” She studied me for a long moment before nodding once. “It will be organized properly,” she replied. “Under our oversight.” Professional. Controlled. Strategic. In exchange, she would make her own announcement. Tomorrow, in front of the full Sun family council. She would publicly recognize me as Jason’s lawful wife. And if anyone objected— “They

The word lingered between us. Partner. I let it sit there for a second… then tilted my head slightly. “Well then,” I said calmly, folding my arms. “Partner.” His brow lifted faintly. “Yes?” “Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?” The question was practical. The silence that followed was not. Jason didn’t answer immediately. He studied me instead, as if assessing whether this was a challenge, a trap, or something else entirely. “You have a suite prepared,” he said finally. “The east wing.” “Separate wing?” I asked lightly. “For now.” “For my comfort,” I assumed. “For your reputation,” he corrected. I gave a soft huff. “A little late for that.” A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “The family is already unsettled,” he continued. “If you move into my room tonight, it becomes a declaration.” “And if I don’t?” “It becomes distance.” I considered that. “So either way, it’s political.” “Everything here is.” I stepped closer—not dramatically,

The room felt different once the doors closed. Quieter. Less like a battlefield. I watched Jason move through the space. The dark wood, the tall windows, the controlled minimalism. Everything about this room spoke of restraint. Control. “I’ll shower first,” I heard myself say. I needed the water. Needed something steady and predictable against my skin after a day that had been anything but. The marble bathroom was warm, the steam rising quickly as I stepped beneath the spray. I closed my eyes and let it fall over me. Today, I married a man who had once been my almost-brother-in-law. Today, I stepped into a dynasty that could crush me if it chose to. Today, I held a little girl who looked like she had already learned too much about fear. And somehow… I wasn’t shaking. When I returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a thick robe, Jason looked up. His gaze wasn’t assessing. It wasn’t territorial. It was aware. That felt safer than it should have. After he disappeared into the b

Jason’s hand found mine. Not for show. Not for strategy. Just instinct. “I’m going to check on Alex and Alice,” he said quietly. “Yesterday was… a lot.” His jaw tightened slightly when he said Alice’s name. Of course it had been a lot. Scandal. Nicole. Raised voices. Cameras. Children absorbed chaos differently. “I’ll come with you,” I said immediately. The words were out before I weighed them. His thumb brushed once across my knuckles. Then— Another hand closed gently around mine. Cool. Steady. Madam Sun. “Amber, dear.” Her voice was velvet over steel. I turned. She held my hand not to restrain— But to redirect. “Let us go get you ready for your first public introduction to the world as a married woman.” There it was again. Not press conference. Not damage control. Introduction. I glanced at Jason. He understood immediately. This was choreography. Optics. Positioning. “I can see the children,” he said evenly. Madam Sun gave the slightest nod. “He can