All Chapters of The Replaced Bride’s Fortune: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Adrian’s POVBrianna took off in the direction of the staircase. She was going to get changed. Normally, I’d have followed. To bother her or to just stare at her as she changed— not that she would let me, but a man can dream. Right?But not today and not right now. I had other matters to tend to— and by other matters, I’m talking about Elsa who sat comfortably on my sofa. In my house.Her confidence surprised me, I won’t lie. Maybe her sister hadn’t narrated the story well enough. If not for the sole fact that I was trying to stay in my wife’s good graces, hell would have broken loose right here.It was a real shame that looks couldn’t kill, because with the glare I was drilling into the back of my head from my position, she’d already be pooled on the floor in her own blood.I still loathed the way she looked as my wife spoke to her. The slight indignation in her face, like she couldn’t be bothered to talk to her. I couldn’t help but notice the slight shift in energy from my wife’s

Adrian’s POV The doors opened to a very displeased Ezra. That fucker just grates on my nerves so bad. Something bout him just makes me tick. Maybe the way he looked at my wife once the door opened to her or the way I can see the slight softness in his gaze upon her. Something just wasn’t right. I returned his sharp gaze with a smirk. I could very well say that the feeling between us was mutual because he did not look happy to see me either. “What the fuck!” He growled, his face tightening the moment his eyes met mine. “What the fuck is he doing here? Weren’t you supposed to fetch her, alone.” He pointed in my direction, speaking to Elsa like I wasn’t even in the room. “Don’t ask me, ask your sister,” Elsa waved a dismissive hand toward Brianna. “And her possessive husband.” The way she said the word *sister* grated on my nerves. If I had my way, I’d ruin them just as they’d ruined Brianna. Brianna’s gaze was downturned. She had long pulled her hand from mine, fingers fi

Adrian’s POVRed was such an interesting color. It represented danger, blood, fury, hell and anything that could cause someone to lose their life.It was also interesting when it was all I could see in that moment. If he had as much made contact with even as little as the hair on her skin, he was going to bloody pay. As if he hadn’t done enough to her already. Taking my words as seriously as I meant them, the fucker finally retracted his hands. “I was not going to hit her. She’s my daughter, Adrian.”I tilted my head, brows raised in question. “Oh, is she?”He grunted, his ears turning red before he turned away from Brianna who was still looking entirely scared but relieved at the same time.He was going to hit her and that was the only truth that mattered. A second slower and I wouldn’t have made it here in time, and Max Stewart would have hit my wife on the face. Thinking about it alone was making me livid. I forced my eyes shut to reel myself into control. If he had hit her, he c

Adrian’s POV “You say things like that with no context and then shut down the second I ask for clarification,” Brianna huffed, crossing her arms. “What do you know, Adrian? What are you keeping from me?”“I’m not keeping anything from you,” I replied, keeping my voice low and steady. “I just don’t trust them. Look at how he almost hit you. Isn’t that proof enough?”“To be honest, he said it was because of *you*. That you’re trying to hurt his business.”My jaw tightened. “Of course he’d say that. But it still doesn’t justify him raising his hand to you. Does it?”She fell quiet, staring down at her lap. The silence stretched between us, and I was relieved she might finally drop it. Then her voice came again, softer this time.“Adrian… what did you do? He was *really* angry when he spoke to me. Whatever it was, you got under his skin.”“Regardless of what I did or didn’t do,” I said, turning to face her, “he never should’ve come at you like that, *mi amor*.”“He didn’t actually hit me

Brianna’s POV The door clicked softly behind me back in the room.“You’re back.”“Yeah.” I responded coolly.I looked up to find Adrian sitting against the headboard with his laptop balanced on his thighs. He briefly spared me a glance before returning to whatever he was working on.“Want to come back to bed?” he asked with a teasing wink, his fingers continuing to fly across the keyboard.I rolled my eyes. “I’m heading out, Adrian. I need to get dressed.”His hands froze. His gaze immediately lifted to mine before snapping the laptop shut. “What?” His brows knitted together. “Where are you going? And with who?”I set my glass on the vanity and walked over to the dresser.“I don’t know where yet,” I replied, pulling open one of the drawers. “And stop asking so many questions.”Before I could even decide what to wear, his familiar scent wrapped around me.He stepped up behind me, close enough that the warmth of his body seeped through the thin fabric of my shirt. His breath ghosted ov