All Chapters of Dumped by the Heir, Claimed by his Brother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

CHAPTER NINETYThe Doctor left and David lingered longer, scribbling something on his tablet before he followed, leaving the room quiet in a way that felt different from the usual silence it used to hold. Cassie looked at Dom. He was staring at his hands in his lap, and when he finally looked up at her, his eyes were bright and glistening. "I get to go home," he said, like he was still convincing himself."You get to go home," she echoed.He reached for her hand and she gave it, lacing her fingers through his the way she'd done a thousand times in this room over the past six weeks, except this time it felt different. It felt like the beginning of something instead of an anchor against something else."I want to see the highway before we go anywhere near the house," he said suddenly.Cassie blinked. "What?""The stretch where it happened. I want to see it before we drive past it for the first time.”Cassie studied his face, looking for the fracture point, the place where the request m

CHAPTER NINETY TWO Cassie waited until Dom was asleep on the couch before she picked up the phone and called the lawyer back."Mrs. Hale," he said, like he'd been expecting the call sooner than this. "Thank you for returning it.""What does he want," she said, skipping past any pleasantries she didn't have in her right now."He's asked for a supervised meeting with you and your husband before his plea hearing. He was very specific about the wording. He said he wants to settle something before the record settles it for him."Cassie sat down slowly on the kitchen stool, the same one she'd been sitting on the morning Gregory's arrest broke. "What does that mean?""I can't tell you what he intends to say. I can tell you he's been insistent about it for days, and in my experience that usually means guilt looking for somewhere to put itself down.""Does he understand we're not obligated to give him that?""He understands. He's asking anyway. For what it's worth, Mrs. Hale, I've represented

CHAPTER NINETY FOUR Cassie felt the air in her lungs go still, her whole body going quiet. How dare he call them all the way down there to admit to attempting to murder her?“Is that it?" Dom asked, his voice frighteningly calm. "Because I already know that."Marcus looked at him for a long second before letting out a slow breath. "I had paid someone to handle the documents and carry out the job because I couldn't just sit there and watch you have what was supposed to be mine." His eyes shifted to Cassie. "You had no right walking away, Cassie."The room fell silent. Cassie stared at him, almost unable to believe what she was hearing."So you tried to kill her..." Dom said. His hands were shaking now. His voice stayed low, but every word carried a dangerous edge. "You are trying to tell me that you tried taking a woman's life because she chose another man over you?"Marcus swallowed. "It wasn't just about that.""No?" Dom shot back. "Then tell me what possible explanation makes this

CHAPTER NINETY SIX Dom glanced at Cassie, he almost looked shy. That was the first time she'd seen that particular expression on him in weeks. "I want to write a book."“What?”Even Cassie gasped. She didn't know he had taken their conversation seriously. Dom averted his gaze from Leo as the other sat starstruck by what he just heard. “You want to do what?”“You know I don't like to repeat myself Leo. I've always wanted to write, I just never thought I could achieve that because of the kind of family I came from and the kind of responsibility I carried from a very young age. We were never thought to do anything that wasn't business so I let it die. But I just realised I am my own person now. I have freewill now, and I will use it however it pleases me.”“Wow..." Cassie let out a slow breath, still trying to wrap her head around everything he'd just said. "That's... that's a lot to process.""I know," Dom said with a small nod. "I've had time to think about it, and that's exactly what

CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT Margaret came over on a Sunday afternoon, calling ahead this time instead of simply showing up the way she used to, a small shift in behavior that Cassie noticed immediately and didn't comment on, understanding instinctively that her mother needed the control of an announced visit rather than the vulnerability of just showing up.She came with a bottle of wine and sat stiffly on the edge of the living room sofa, hands folded in her lap, the posture of a woman bracing herself for something she'd rehearsed and was still nervous to say out loud."I need to tell you both something," Margaret said, glancing briefly toward the hallway where Dom's voice could be heard faintly, on the phone with Leo about something related to the business transition. "Actually, I'd like Dom to hear it too, if that's all right."Cassie called him in, and he came slowly, cane tapping against the hardwood, easing himself into the armchair across from Margaret with every motion measured now