All Chapters of A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The television screen dimmed, the replay of Amber’s interview fading into silence. Grandfather Asher remained seated, cane resting beneath his palm, expression unreadable. His assistant approached quietly. “Sir.” He did not look up. “The private line.” That made him glance over. The assistant held out the discreet black phone — the one reserved for very few names. On the screen, a contact flickered: The Joker. A slow smile formed. “Well,” Grandfather Asher murmured. “It took you long enough.” He accepted the call. Before the other side could speak, he drawled, “How much longer were you planning to leave me in the dark that my only granddaughter had married into your family, Sun?” A burst of laughter answered him — deep, unrestrained, familiar. “You’re the one accusing me of secrecy?” the voice shot back warmly. “You hid that firecracker of a granddaughter under my nose for years.” On the other end was Mr. Sun. Old colleague. Old rival. Older friend. They had built

We drifted into lighter topics after that — Molly’s upcoming clothing line debut, fabric choices, venue rumors, guest lists. It felt almost normal. Almost. Then another call came through. Grandfather. “Molly, I’m sorry — I have to take this. I’ll call you back.” Her teasing hum was the last thing I heard before I switched the line. The moment I answered, my grandfather’s booming voice filled my ear. “Amber, I just watched the interview.” Of course he had. “You are required to attend lunch today,” he continued without pause, “with your new husband and the children.” A deliberate beat. “It is not optional.” Alice, still seated beside me, brightened instantly at the invitation. She had clearly heard enough of the call. “We’re going to eat with Amber today!” she said excitedly, turning to Alex and speaking so fast the words nearly collided. “Did you hear that? We’re invited. She’s not leaving us.” Grandfather chuckled on the other end of the line. “She remind

Grandfather told me to take a moment. Only then did I notice my hands were trembling slightly. He turned to Jason with composed ease and announced he would show the children the pool house — and the go-kart racing track. Alice gasped in delight. Alex tried to remain composed, but I saw the spark in his eyes. Within seconds, they were gone. The door closed softly behind them. Silence settled. I moved to sit beside Jason. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. I looked at him carefully. “Why did you keep the fact that I’m from the main Asher line from Oscar? And from Mr. White?” He didn’t answer immediately. He drew in a slow breath and held my gaze steadily. “Because they didn’t deserve to know.” There was no hesitation in his voice. “Even then,” he continued, “you were working yourself to the bone. I would pass your office on my way to mine, and you’d still be there — on calls, in meetings, drafting reports.” His jaw tightened slightly. “And Oscar?” he added

We didn’t warn them. We simply arrived. Jason walked at my side. The children stayed close, Marcus just behind us — calm, immovable, inevitable. The moment we entered the company lobby, the air shifted. Whispers followed us. Phones were lowered. Eyes widened. “Call the board,” I instructed the receptionist evenly. “Tell them I’m requesting an immediate audience. All of them.” No one argued. Within twenty minutes, we were inside the executive conference room. Every board member. Mr. White. Oscar. And the company’s legal counsel — Susan. Their faces told the story before they spoke. Shock. Calculation. Fear. I didn’t sit. Instead, I gestured lightly toward Marcus. “This,” I said, my voice steady, “is my legal representative.” Recognition hit instantly. Marcus wasn’t just any attorney. He was the most feared corporate litigator in the country — the man companies hired when billions were at stake. The color drained from Susan’s face. Oscar stiffened. Marcus place

They called her in. No delay. No warning. The door opened ten minutes later. Amelie walked in looking immaculate — refreshed, polished, perfectly styled. Not a trace of nerves in her posture. At least not until her eyes landed on me. For a fraction of a second, the color drained from her face. Then she recovered. Too quickly. She was instructed to sit. She did. Claudia — one of the sharpest members of the board and not known for wasting time — leaned forward immediately. Without introduction. Without courtesy. She pressed a button. The recording filled the room again. Amelie’s voice echoed off the walls. “Yes, Oscar has my full verbal authorization to proceed.” The playback ended. Claudia folded her hands calmly. “Why,” she asked evenly, “did you make that call?” Amelie didn’t look at me. She looked at Oscar. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t save her. She swallowed. “Oscar gave the order,” she said. The room shifted. “He told me to call at that exact t