Todos los capítulos de The Discarded Heiress: Married To My Ex Fiancé’s Brother: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Lenora I slammed the door behind me the moment I got into my room, my heart pounding against my ribs. I let out a heavy sigh before crashing against my bed. I laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, willing my pulse to slow. The room was quiet except for my own breathing, and for once I was grateful for it. That was close. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander back to the call from earlier. Seeing Liam’s name cross my screen again…I wasn’t prepared for just how shaken that would make me. I could still remember how my hands trembled as I picked up the call. I was scared of falling apart in front of Elias, and that’s exactly why I walked out of the room. I didn’t want him to see that his brother—the one who left me at the altar—still had an effect on me. When I finally turned the corner at the end of the hallway, I’d let my anger get the best of me. “And what the hell do you want to talk about exactly, Liam? How you and your family embarrassed me in front of hundreds

Lenora By the time I walked back into the mansion, smoke was curling faintly from the kitchen and the unmistakable sound of something being aggressively stirred, I stopped dead in the doorway and just stared. Elias Vance—in a dress shirt with the sleeves shoved up to his elbows, a smear of what might have been tomato sauce on his jaw, standing over a pan like it had personally wronged him. Don’t tell me he was the one making dinner for tonight. I didn’t know whether to laugh or continue looking in utter devastation. “Don’t,” he said, without turning around. “I haven’t said anything.” “You’re thinking it…very loudly.” I set my bag down slowly, biting back a smile. “Where’s Marta, and the rest of the staff?” “Banned from the premises for the evening.” A muscle in his jaw ticked as he scraped at something stuck to the bottom of the pan. “Her words. Something about not being able to watch.” “Watch what, exactly?” “This,” he said, gesturing at the wreckage of the counter—three cu

LenoraThree days had passed since the car, since he'd told me exactly how much of my life he'd read before he ever said my name out loud, and the strange, careful quiet between us hadn't fully lifted. He wasn't distant — if anything he found more reasons than usual to touch my hand, to linger in doorways I was standing in — but some part of me still felt the weight of that file. Three inches thick. My father's words filed away between financial disclosures and background checks, waiting to be used exactly when they'd do the most good.I hated how well it had worked anyway.Marta found me staring into my closet that morning, working through unspoken opinions on every neutral, forgettable dress I'd owned since Liam taught me to disappear into rooms instead of command them. She didn't say a word. She simply reached past all of it and pulled out the gown Elias's stylist had sent over two days before — deep, unapologetic red, the kind of color a woman wears when she's stopped asking permi

EliasDominic got us into the car before I'd fully figured out how to stand up straight again. That was the truest thing I could say about the ten minutes after Vivienne walked away. I didn't actually remember deciding to leave the gala. I remembered him at my shoulder, murmuring something about a statement for the morning papers, about getting ahead of it before Liam's people did. I remembered nodding along like I was listening. I wasn't. I remembered Lenora's fingers still locked around mine the entire walk to the door, like she'd forgotten to let go, or didn't want to.Liam watched us leave from across the room, champagne in hand, not even bothering to hide how pleased he looked. He'd spent eleven days paying for a weapon that never fired, and he still walked away from that party having gotten exactly what he came for.Neither of us said a word until the car pulled away from the curb."Elias." She said my name carefully, testing it, the way you'd test ice before putting your full w

LenoraHe didn't say anything else until we were sitting across from each other in the library, the fire Marta always left ready untouched until now, both of us holding drinks neither of us drank from. I'd stopped expecting him to start. When he finally did, his voice sounded like it belonged to someone younger."I was twenty-two. Liam was eighteen, home for the summer, already convinced the rules that applied to everyone else didn't apply to him, because our parents had spent his whole life proving it to him. I was seeing someone that year. Vivienne."I kept still, afraid that moving would stop him."We were driving back from a party outside the city. Liam insisted on taking the wheel even though he'd been drinking since noon, and I let him, because arguing with Liam in front of our father's friends always cost more than it was worth. He lost control on a turn about six miles from the house. Vivienne went through the windshield. I broke three ribs and my collarbone getting her out of