All Chapters of The Replaced Bride’s Fortune: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Max’s POVI gripped the phone tightly, my knuckles turning white as my advisor’s panicked voice came through the speaker.“It’s a disaster,” he said, his usual cool tone was completely gone. “The stock price is tanking, it’s down over thirty percent since this the third quarter and still dropping. We have no cash flow left to cover basic operations, and the money we do have is disappearing fast.”I slumped into my seat, took off my glasses, and a headache was brewing behind my temples.. “What about our main investors? The ones who promised to back us?”“They’re pulling out,” he replied, sounding defeated. “Two of our biggest backers just packed up and walked away. Now the major shareholders are calling non-stop, demanding answers and demanding a full situation report. They want to know why this is happening, and they want solutions immediately.”A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. Every move I tried to make had failed. Every door was slamming shut in my face. I knew why, of co

Brandon’s POVMy head was one jumbled mess and I couldn't think straight.The past few years I'd lived like a ghost, doing what I did without remorse. I had nothing to live for or die for. I just lived as a puppet to my family.Living with my mother's side of the family had been hard for the first few months. I struggled to adjust. I became depressed, frustrated and even mute.I turned cold and angry. It took one mission to change that for me. From cold and angry to ruthless and brutal.I was only fifteen when I stepped into the family. I was overwhelmed with grief from losing my entire family in one clean sweep. It was a lot of trauma for a fifteen-year-old to bear.The world didn't think that, though. My grandparents' world definitely didn't.What I didn't know then, what my parents had very well shielded me from, shielded us from, was the type of family my mother came from.My mother, Aria Moncatti, was the last daughter of the Moncatti family, shielded and protected as the younges

Brandon’s POVThe first step in finding the truth was going to the orphanage. I'd done my homework, asked Adrian where necessary and pieced together where Brianna had been all that time after the accident.St. Claire's Orphanage.It sat at the end of a quiet road, a tired brick building with peeling window frames and a yard scattered with mismatched toys. I stood at the gate longer than I meant to. Somewhere behind those walls, my sister had spent years becoming someone I knew nothing about.Mrs. Brimsley met me right at the entrance. "You must be Brandon," she said."Yes, I am." I shook her hand, and she held mine gently, the way you'd hold something fragile."Oh, nice to meet you. I heard you're coming from Adrian?""Yes."She cocked her head to the side, squinting up at my face. "You look quite familiar."I smiled. Of course she didn't know anything about Brianna's biological family. "I'm Brianna's brother.""Oh, wonderful. I never knew she had a biological brother. I knew a parent

Brianna’s POVEveryone was acting weird toward me.It wasn't a simple observation. It was a daunting understanding, one that left me wary.Ever since leaving the hospital, it was almost like I'd been born anew. I barely recognized the people before me. Not because they looked different, but because they had changed. The atmosphere had changed. The house had changed.And strangely, even I had changed, in ways I couldn't understand.I was going to say it was because I got hurt, but I knew that wasn't true. They never cared enough to pay this much attention to me.Even as I sat at the dinner table, watching everyone's attention settle on me, it felt strange and foreign. They had never been this attentive. They had never really looked at me.Discerning what their eyes truly held was a bigger challenge. On the surface, Mother looked like she was drowning her precious daughter in affection. Her smile was wide, as wide as her face allowed, but the stiffness was present.Another thing to note

Brianna’s POVI never still quite got over the shock and awkwardness in finding that the man I was to marry was the same one from the hospital.The one whose gaze held such intensity, longing that made my heart stutter. I even found myself attracted to him in a way that I couldn’t dare to revisit.“Why is it you?” I found myself asking while he strode closer to me with an easy smile as if he’d been waiting his whole life for the reveal.For a second, the name and reputation that I’d associated with him didn’t quite fit. He looked entirely different. Almost gentle but there was no mistaking the intimidating stride and aura he possessed.Only, when his eyes met mine, whenever they did, even back at the hospital, they softened ever so slightly. I found my heart panting for him. It was a weird pull I couldn’t understand.“That is because it’s always been me.” He said gently, easily with a small shrug, his hands fitted into his pockets. “I told you back then. It wasn’t a goodbye, I’d be se