All Chapters of A woman worth billions, dated the wrong brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Compensation

As Victoria closed the door behind her, taking most of the cameras with her, the silence that followed was heavy.Not empty.Heavy.Mr. White tried to step toward Jason, but security stopped him immediately. A firm arm across his path. No words needed.The children were with Jason.We were not taking any chances.Jason turned toward his father, Alice still sitting on his lap, her small fingers twisted into his jacket.“Did you know Oscar tried to take the kids today?”The sound in the room shifted.Board members gasped.Mr. White blinked, caught off guard.“No, son, I did not know. It is possible he was only trying to assist. To care for them.”Jason let out a low, disbelieving breath.“Now? When he has never even been around them before?” His eyes hardened. “Don’t make me laugh.”A beat.“You knew, didn’t you?”Silence.“The Sun family will take action for that as well.”That name landed like a sealed verdict.Marcus coughed, clearly uncomfortable.“Well… now we can continue.”As if

She wanted it all

Marcus turned toward Mr. White.“You have one month,” he said clearly. “To either vacate the properties or formally notify the residents of the change.”No room for negotiation.“We will return at that time to receive the keys, documentation, access credentials, and all operational records associated with those assets.”It wasn’t a suggestion.It was a deadline.One of the reporters who had been allowed to remain — a woman with sharp, observant eyes — raised her hand slightly.“And what about a public announcement?” she asked. “Will the company retract its previous statement against Mrs. Asher?”Claudia stood before anyone else could answer.“We see no need to take back or modify that statement.”There it was.Arrogance.Marcus gathered the signed documents calmly, sliding them into his portfolio.That answer would cost them later.He gave us a small nod.It was time.I took Alex’s hand.Jason carried Alice effortlessly against his chest as we walked toward the doors.No rush.No visi

Not the children

It did not take long for Victoria to fabricate a lie, but the explosion didn’t come from the board.It came from a live broadcast.Victoria stood behind a polished podium, composed as ever. Cameras flashed. Reporters leaned forward.“I did not intend to involve myself publicly,” she began, voice steady. “But when the welfare of children is at stake, silence becomes complicity.”Behind her, a screen illuminated.Old messages.Private conversations.My stomach dropped.Jason stood across the sitting room, watching the broadcast on mute first.Then he turned the volume up.Victoria continued.“These messages,” she said carefully, “were exchanged during my engagement to Mr. Sun. They demonstrate a pattern of strategic thinking regarding the adoption of the children.”The screen shifted.Text bubbles appeared.Jason’s name at the top.Highlighted phrases.— ‘The optics will stabilize the board.’— ‘It secures my position within the estate.’— ‘No one questions a devoted father.’The impli

Wine

Jason was stressed.Too stressed.He didn’t say it. He didn’t complain. But it was there—under his skin, in the way his fingers curled too tightly around the wine glass, in the stiffness of his shoulders, in the silence he wore like armor.And I couldn’t bear it.My insides were restless. Loud. Tangled.I was nervous.Not about Victoria.Not about investigations.About this.About exposing what I really felt.I had spent so long protecting my thoughts, guarding my pride, speaking in strategy instead of sincerity. Vulnerability did not come naturally to me.But watching him carry everything alone—That was worse.Before I could overthink it, I stood.He had just taken a sip when I gently pulled the glass from his hand and finished the rest myself.He raised a brow.“I just needed a little courage,” I admitted.Then I sat beside him on the small couch.Close.Very close.Practically on top of him.My hands trembled slightly as I cupped his face.I intended the kiss to be brief.Soft.Re

Space

Once again, we were awakened by loud knocking at our door. Not hesitant. Not polite. Insistent. Jason was already sitting up before I fully opened my eyes. “I’ll get it,” he said quietly. I pushed myself upright, heart racing, and reached blindly for my phone on the nightstand. 7:02 a.m. Who knocks like that at seven in the morning? Jason opened the bedroom door. I heard low voices in the hallway. His grandmother’s unmistakable tone. And another voice. Female. Controlled. Official. I slipped out of bed, pulling a robe around myself. When I stepped into the hallway, I saw them. His grandmother stood rigidly near the entrance, dressed impeccably despite the hour. Beside her was a woman in a beige suit, holding a leather folder against her chest. Her eyes met mine. There was something in them. Regret. Professional sympathy. They whispered something to Jason. His expression didn’t change, but his posture did. Straighter. Guarded. He replied calmly, then closed th

Mom

As Jason gently woke Alex, I noticed something that made my spine straighten. Ms. Patric was holding a small recording device. Not just a tablet. A separate recorder. She turned it in her hand casually, but I saw the red indicator light. Without drawing attention to myself, I reached into the pocket of my robe and activated the recording app on my phone. If they were documenting every word— So would I. After Alex and Alice were dressed, we all moved to the living room. The children stood close to Jason at first. “Mrs. Stevenson. Ms. Patric,” Jason said calmly. “This is Alex. This is Alice.” Both women smiled professionally. “Good morning,” Ms. Patric said, her tone carefully warm. Mrs. Stevenson and Ms. Patric began arranging their materials on the coffee table. Folders. Tablets. The recorder. I stepped forward. “Could we wait until after breakfast for the interviews?” I asked politely. “They just woke up.” Mrs. Stevenson smiled immediately. “Oh, of course, dear.” He

misinterpreting cruelty

Alex’s interview had barely begun when I heard it. Not conversation. Not normal questioning. Crying. Not soft either. Panicked. The sound tore through me. A second later, Alex ran out of the sitting area, tears streaming down his face. “Amber!” He crashed into me, arms wrapping around my waist so tightly it hurt. I dropped to my knees immediately. “Hey—hey—what happened? Alex, breathe.” He was shaking. “She said—I don’t deserve—you—” Behind him, Ms. Patric stood rigid. And just then, Jason and Mrs. Stevenson stepped back into the living room. Jason’s eyes took in everything in one sweep. Alex crying. Me holding him. Ms. Patric pale. “What happened?” His voice was dangerously calm. Alex turned toward him, sobbing openly now. “She said my mom is dead,” he cried. “And I don’t deserve another one.” My blood ran cold. Jason didn’t move. “She said I would have lived here more time of i didn’t told daddy I Victoria was mean to me,” Alex continued through tears. “And

Camera crew

Mrs. Stevenson was still pale. Ms. Patric looked like she might collapse. Jason had just stepped away to secure the files when the front doors opened again. Without knocking. Without hesitation. Madam Sun entered the living room. Elegant. Controlled. Impeccable. Behind her— A full camera crew. Microphones lifted. Lights already adjusting. A reporter speaking directly into the lens. They moved with purpose. “Mrs. Sun,” one reporter began immediately, “is it true government officials are conducting an emergency welfare investigation into the Sun children?” The social workers froze. They had not expected witnesses. They had certainly not expected media. I turned slowly toward Jason. He arched an eyebrow at me. A silent message. Of course. Mrs. Stevenson attempted to regain control. “This is highly inappropriate. This is a confidential—” “Publicly prompted welfare review,” Madam Sun corrected smoothly. “Transparency seems appropriate.” Jason stepped forward calmly.

Go karts

Madam Sun crouched in front of Alex and pulled him into her arms. “I am sorry, darling. I failed you. I let them in.” Her voice cracked. She looked vulnerable for the first time since I had met her. Alex stood and hugged her back. “My other room has the same things,” he said softly, “but not my sports things.” Then he whispered, “Could you teach our new grandpa how to make it?” Madam Sun gasped. “Grandpa? He has you calling him Grandpa?” A strange emotion flickered across her face. “Don’t you worry, darling. I will talk with him. All right?” She looked my way and mouthed, Thank you. I simply nodded, flabbergasted by the woman standing before me. This was not the untouchable matriarch of the Sun empire. This was a grandmother who had almost lost something precious. At the moment, we were living between houses. Most nights were spent at the Asher estate, but every once in a while we stayed at the Sun estate when they missed the children. It was safe to say that from now on, tho

War

Grandfather welcomed me warmly.“Amber, I missed you last night. Come, come.” He gestured for me to stand beside him. “I was just about to inform the rest of the family that we are setting a date to publicly announce you as the heir.”Adrian burst into laughter.“Don’t make me laugh, old man.” He shook his head mockingly. “You know as well as I do that to even be considered heir, she must be married into a respectable family, own a company of her own, and have secured public recognition.”His eyes slid toward me.“She has none of those boxes checked.”I didn’t hesitate.“Actually, I do.”The room stilled.“I am married to a Sun. A recent development, as you can see. My apologies that your family wasn’t invited, Adrian — it was a small ceremony.”Grandfather’s brows lifted slightly.“I am in the process of launching my own company. Real capital is already secured. And as for public attention…” I gave him a measured smile. “My name is currently improving in the headlines by the hour.”A

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