All Chapters of The Wife He Rejected And Humiliated Is a Billionaire CEO: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Leo was struggling—and failing miserably—to keep the two brothers from going at each other’s throats.Antonio and Julian were locked in a vice grip, fists bunched in the collars of each other's shirts. Their faces were barely inches apart, hissing vicious curses in Italian directly into each other’s faces.“What is even wrong with the both of you?” Leo’s frustration finally spilled over. He hovered near them, palms out, completely at a loss for how to wedge himself between them.“I see you have no respect for your elder brother. All that running away from home has messed with your mind, no?” Antonio threw the words right into Julian’s face.“And I see you can still hold your head up after deceiving your younger brother. How shameless,” Julian shot back, his jaw tight.“My younger brother?” Antonio let out a dark, mocking laugh. “You ceased to be my younger brother the moment you ran from home.”“Then you’re not my older brother!”“Julian, that’s enough,” Leo snapped. He grabbed Julian

“Me? Disrupt your wedding?” Julian chuckled, the sound sharp and incredulous against the whistling wind. He poked his forefinger hard against his chest. “He wants me to…”He trailed off, the half-smile dying on his face when he saw that Antonio wasn’t laughing. The dead, serious look in his brother's eyes made the air feel suddenly freezing.“Are you serious?” Julian asked, his voice dropping.“I am.” Antonio nodded once, a muscle ticking in his jaw.A breathless scoff whooshed past Julian’s lips. “You want me to get shot in the middle of a cathedral?”“No one’s going to shoot you, Julian.” Antonio tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as if he found his brother’s concern ridiculous. “You’re a Black.”“A runaway Black, might I remind you,” Julian fired back, stepping closer, his hands gesturing wildly. “And how many minutes or hours do you think a disruption will buy you anyway?”Antonio didn't blink. “You understand wrong, Julian. I’m not asking you to come there kicking and screaming.

While Lena and Julian were attempting to sort out their differences and meet each other halfway, Antonio tracked Leo down to the hotel where he was staying for the night.It turned out to be one of the King-owned hotels under Leo’s management.How typical.“Hello, I’m here to meet with Leonardo King. We have a meeting,” Antonio said, leaning against the polished marble of the front desk. He kept his posture rigid, his voice smooth to tame the unease clawing at his throat.The receptionist looked him up from head to toe. There was no doubt in her eyes that Antonio’s appearance matched a man who played on the exact same level as the Kings. He looked classy, carrying an air of intimidation and elegance. He was so prim, proper, and sharply tailored that an ordinary person would go berserk if they ever found out he was the heir to a crime organization.“Mr. King never mentioned anything about expecting a visitor tonight, sir,” the receptionist said, her tone polite and cautious. “I’ll h

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Leo asked, his voice thick as he pushed forward a step, his eyes flashing in the dim light of the bathroom.“I mean exactly what I said,” Antonio responded, his posture rigid as water dripped from his hair onto the tiled floor.“You’ll be married and I’ll be out of your life in a few weeks,” Leo repeated beneath his breath, the words tasting bitter. He let out a low chuckle, though there was nothing humorous about the expression on his face. “So is that what you came all the way here to say to me?”Antonio lifted his shoulder in a lazy, indifferent shrug. “What else is there to say?”“Okay then.” Leo nodded slowly, closing the remaining distance between them until he was standing right in Antonio's space. “Go ahead and get married to your wife. Kick me to the curbs if that’s what you want. But until that day comes, you do as I say.”“I won’t—”“Don’t make me repeat myself, Antonio.” Leo’s voice dropped into a deadly register that cut through the space. “

Two weeks later.“Junior has finally fallen asleep,” Julian said quietly as he walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.Lena was standing in front of the dressing mirror, dressed in a sleek silk nightdress. She was carefully applying her nightly facial treatment, her reflection caught in the warm glow of the vanity lights.She let out a long, audible sigh of relief at the news.“Finally,” she breathed, dropping a cosmetic bottle onto the glass table. “Taking care of him paired with this relentless PR war has aged me ten years into the future.”Julian let out a sharp laugh at her theatrics, walking over and plopping down onto the edge of the mattress. “That has got to be the funniest shit I’ve heard all week,” he said between cackles. He leaned back on his elbows, tracking her movements. “But you look ten years younger, if you ask me.”“Thank God I didn’t ask you,” she sassed, rolling her eyes at her own reflection. “Men never notice these things.”Julian